The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2942 True Dragon Holy Sword

Ao Zhou retreated slowly.

"Should we... meet the Ancient Demon Fighting Spirit first?" Ao Zhou looked at the other two semi-saints with a guilty conscience.

Niu Xun Saint frowned and said angrily: "Ao Zhou, you call yourself a descendant of Dragon City, why are you afraid of Fang Yun? Even if his sainthood vision is strong, he has just been promoted to semi-saint! No matter how strong he is, he can only be equal to one of us at most, how can he defeat the three of us? Are you scared of him?"

Ao Zhou's face was full of holy energy, slightly flushed, and said: "You are talking nonsense! When this saint was roaming the world, you were still a calf! We entered Dragon City in advance and consumed a moon tree. The price is too high. If We returned empty-handed and he escaped. Are you going back to the demon world to apologize? "

Niu Xunsheng said: "No! Killing Fang Yun is my brother's last wish and the most important thing in the demon world. The ancestral precepts of the ancestor god Luan Mang came from the Supreme Land. Fang Yun must be killed. We must not let him go!"

Ao Zhou explained: "You misunderstood. I didn't let him go. I joined forces with the ancient demon fighting spirits to lay a net of heaven and earth."

"Trap of heaven and earth? As soon as we leave, Fang Yun, as a half-saint, can break out of the sea directly!" Niu Xunsheng said.

"That may not be the case. This sea of ​​sin is self-contained. He must find the teleportation array to leave." Ao Zhou was panicked and became more and more uneasy.

Lang Gusheng said: "Ao Zhou, even if we take a step back, Fang Yun has been canonized, and his power is so great that we can't defeat him and just run away. How about this, we don't make a move first, but test Fang Yun's strength first, how about that? If he is too strong, we can just retreat, he can't chase us, right?"

Ao Zhou hesitated, and Niu Xunsheng also hesitated.

"That's fine." Ao Zhou whispered, as if to comfort himself.

Niu Xunsheng snorted coldly and said: "If you don't dare to make a move, then I will go and catch him first!"

At this time, the void dissipated, and a divine voice resounded through the sky.

"I heard that you want to catch this saint?"

The three saints looked in the direction of the voice, but found that Fang Yun was no longer at the bottom of the pit, but appeared in front of them at some point.

He was only a hundred feet away from Ao Zhou!

And Ao Zhou was ten thousand feet long at this moment.

In other words, Fang Yun and Ao Zhou were almost face to face.

As a semi-saint, the former Lord of the Yangtze River, and the Lord of the Jiao Clan, Ao Zhou's first reaction was not to attack, but to retreat violently. The surrounding seawater suddenly exploded and emptied thousands of miles.

As a semi-saint, Ao Zhou's body swayed and his movements were messy during the retreat, as if he was drunk, and it seemed that his whole body was stiff and unable to move naturally.

Niu Xunsheng and Lang Gusheng thought that Jiao Sheng was injured, and they retreated violently, staring at Fang Yun with huge eyes, vigilantly.

"What happened?" Lang Gusheng was still in shock. Could it be that after Fang Yun was canonized, he could severely injure Jiao Sheng with just his eyes? Even a semi-saint couldn't do it!

Ao Zhou coughed lightly and said, "Keep your distance to prepare for an unexpected event."

Niu Xunsheng and Lang Gusheng rolled their eyes, and they were so angry that they really wanted to attack Ao Zhou. How could the dignified Jiao Sheng be like a grandson?

However, the two of them didn't know that Ao Zhou stared at Fang Yun, and his heart became more and more terrified, because the breath on Fang Yun's body formed an absolute suppression of his blood and power.

Even when he met the Great Sage of the Dragon Clan, he had never felt this way. Even when he met the Dragon Emperor's clone, the feeling was not as strong as it is now.

Ao Zhou even had a feeling that even if the Ancestral Dragon descended, his heart would be like this at most.

Ao Zhou was so frightened that he did not observe Fang Yun carefully. Niu Xunsheng and Lang Gusheng were different. They stared at Fang Yun carefully, and their expressions changed slightly. Ordinary people could not hear it, but they found that every heartbeat of Fang Yun was like a sun exploding, not only deafening, but also sending endless power to the body.

As for the sound of blood flowing in Fang Yun's body, it was like the movement of stars, rumbling.

This is the sign of the Great Sage's body!

Moreover, ordinary humans, let alone sub-sages, even Confucius did not reach this level in the end. This is the sign of the Great Sage of the top tribes in all the worlds. Even if the dragon tribe, a few descendants of the ancestral gods, Niu Xunsheng, Lang Gusheng and Ao Zhou were promoted to Great Sages, their bodies could not be so powerful!

Niu Xunsheng and Lang Gusheng looked at each other, and released their holy thoughts at the same time, rushing towards Fang Yun, trying to find out the true situation of Fang Yun.

However, a scene that shocked the three saints appeared. The holy thoughts of the two semi-saints, let alone touching Fang Yun's body, were even stopped by a terrifying force ten feet away from Fang Yun.

That was the suppression of the holy thoughts!

This only happens when the semi-saints spy on the great saints or the saint ancestors!

This means there are two possibilities, either Fang Yun's holy thoughts have reached the level of the great saint, or Fang Yun's holy thoughts and the nature of the power of Wen Dan contain great power!

Fang Yun kept his mouth shut from beginning to end, and only the holy thoughts spoke.

However, in the perception of the holy thoughts of the two saints, Fang Yun seemed like a giant that connected the sky and the earth, with a mighty holy power and surging holy power, which actually formed a premonition that he could not resist at all.

Then, they saw that Fang Yun's body seemed to be growing really fast, and finally it was like a star, taller than the three saints. At the same time, obscure but terrifying holy power flew around Fang Yun's body like stars, making Fang Yun seem to be in the gorgeous starlight.

What frightened them most was that behind Fang Yun, a complete Wenqu Star appeared!

At the same time, they sensed that in the black void behind Fang Yun, there seemed to be a supreme power sleeping. Once that power woke up, Fang Yun would have the divine power to control all the worlds!

At this time, a very faint smile suddenly appeared on Fang Yun's face, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Then, Fang Yun opened his mouth.

Fang Yun's lips and tongue did not move, but the holy sound slowly sounded.

The holy sound was clearly spoken by Fang Yun himself, but it was extremely old, as if it had been sung for a million years since the ancient times, and it seemed like an old man's desolate and sad song.

"I have a sword in Wendan Lock, and I can't get rid of it in the ups and downs of the world. Now I have hidden my sword for a million years, and I have cut through thousands of mountains and rivers!"

The True Dragon Ancient Sword has been trapped in the Wen Palace since Fang Yun entered the ancient times. However, this alone is nothing.

When Fang Yun returned from the ancient times to the present, it means that Fang Yun has not spoken for a million years!

The Hidden Sword Poem is a special war poem of the human race. The longer you are silent, the stronger the final external lip-sword sword will be.

Therefore, there is the Unspoken Sword, and there is the most unique gray-robed army in Liangjie Mountain.

Back then, Fang Yun had personally witnessed on the Liangjie Mountain that the Gray Robe sacrificed all his life to summon the sharp tongue that had been hidden for decades, and killed the multi-headed demon king with the body of a Hanlin.

However, after the poem of hiding the sharp edge was recited, nothing happened.

There was no overflow of power, no brilliant light, and even no change in the breath.

The three semi-saints looked at Fang Yun, first showing doubts. What kind of sharp tongue could be hidden for a million years? It seems that the human race's habit of exaggerating poetry has not changed. Then, with a mocking look on his face, he was about to take the initiative to attack.

However, Fang Yun sighed lightly, as if he was recalling something.

"The world is like a battlefield, and I am also a gray robe!"