The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 3267 Fighting the Holy Ancestor!

Along the way, Fang Yun caught several incarnations of the Wolf Fang, but he could not get any results from them. He could only deduce based on various clues, such as the route of the Wolf Fang incarnation, the place where it appeared, the traces it left, etc.

Fang Yun constantly corrected his direction through new discoveries.

Finally, there was a hint of alertness in his heart.

Fang Yun stopped and looked up at a group of mountains with undulating green peaks.

There, Fang Yun felt a familiar power.

That was the power of the Wolf Fang incarnation, and there was more than one.

"Here!"

Fang Yun took a step forward and pierced into the void.

At this moment, the Wolf Fang body, which was still sleeping, suddenly woke up and instinctively released the power and might of the Holy Ancestor, but at the same time, dense black chains appeared from the void and fell on him like a spider web, sealing most of his external power into his body, leaving only the ancestral breath and a small amount of power overflowing.

Even if a small amount of power overflowed, it would cause a shocking upheaval.

The mountains within a radius of one million miles exploded, the peaks collapsed, and all things were extinct.

The incarnations around Lang Liao Ben were all killed by his own scattered power.

"Is this... Fang Yun mentioned by the saints?"

Lang Liao lay on the ground, his huge wolf eyes turned, looking at Fang Yun who suddenly descended from the sky.

In Lang Liao's eyes, Fang Yun was not a pure holy body, but was in a dark universe prototype, surrounded by holy thoughts, entangled by ancestral power, and the terrifying Void Saint Dao seemed to become his outer garment.

Then, Fang Yun's clothes broke one after another, because there was an extra layer of white jade armor between the clothes and the skin.

"This is..."

Lang Liao Saint Ancestor was extremely shocked. He never thought that Fang Yun would actually have the imperial jade armor on his body.

Unlike the imperial jade armor, the surface of each piece of jade armor around Fang Yun has human characters constantly appearing, merging with the power of the jade armor, forming a power far beyond the imperial jade armor.

In the depths of the jade armor, in the literary world, the classics of the saints of the human race can be vaguely seen like wild geese flying, and Fang Yun's famous poems are also flying, turning into dense characters, condensing into a strange power.

Every character exudes a faint ancestral power.

Ancestral text.

Lang Liao's body twitched heavily.

Ancestral text only exists in legends. Whether it is the imperial clan, the dragon clan, the ancient monster or the monster barbarian, no ancestral text has ever been condensed.

Only in some strange relics, some saints have found some powerful characters.

Every word is like the ancestor, and every sentence is majestic.

Therefore, it is named ancestral text.

The ancestors spent a lot of energy studying those ancestral texts, and finally concluded that this is not the text in the Ten Thousand Worlds, but should be from other worlds that have drifted to the Ten Thousand Worlds. Only when the civilization of a group reaches a very high level can it be condensed into ancestral text.

Lang Liao was filled with shock and frustration. He couldn't believe that the human race, which had only a few thousand years of history, could actually condense into a power similar to the ancestral text.

But in addition to shock, he was also full of luck, because the power of these ancestral texts did not come from the text itself, but from Fang Yun, and they were not even the prototype of the ancestral text.

Only when the text itself forms the ancestral power can it be called the ancestral text.

However, Fang Yun could actually add the ancestral power to the human text. As long as it lasted for a long enough time, he would definitely be able to create the ancestral text.

This was not the prototype of the ancestral text, but it pointed out the direction of the ancestral text.

"He must die! However, my strength is exhausted and it takes a certain amount of time to recover. I have to delay for a while!"

Countless thoughts flashed through Lang Liao's mind in an instant, and then he smiled and said: "This ancestor is Lang Liao, I don't know..."

It was not Fang Yun's words that responded to the Saint Ancestor Lang Liao.

It was the starry sky.

Fang Yun held the Emperor God Tree and swung it heavily at Lang Liao.

The sky and the earth were dark, and the treasures were shining.

It was as if all the stars in the universe turned into a meteor shower and smashed towards Lang Liao.

At this moment, a trace of regret and deep fear flashed in Lang Liao's eyes.

He didn't expect that Fang Yun would be so straightforward and decisive, and he would take action without saying a word. Such a person is definitely a great enemy of the demon world!

If this person is not killed, the demon world will be in danger!

At this moment, Lang Liao's mind flashed through the ten thousand years he had experienced in the Dusk Fortress.

Fighting spirit is like the scorching sun!

"Don't underestimate this ancestor!" Lang Liao's eyes were blood red, his wolf teeth protruded, and his face became fierce and ferocious.

Lang Liao opened his mouth wide, and the terrifying ancestral power condensed into a blood-colored light ball in front of him, and then erupted forward.

The world is like the moon, and the silver wolf howls.

More than half of the power of the Wanbao Meteor was actually absorbed by the light of the howling moon, counterattacked back, broke through the attack of the Emperor God Tree, and rose against the trend, like a million waterfalls flowing against the current, making a grand sound that broke the void and drowned Fang Yun.

Lang Liao suddenly narrowed his eyes.

In his holy thoughts, his ancestral skill, Howling Moon Light, did hit Fang Yun, but 99% of the power was consumed by the Ten Thousand Dao Wall, the Pool of All Living Things, and the Sound of Ten Thousand Treasures.

In theory, even if only one point of the power fell on Fang Yun, it would be able to severely injure Fang Yun.

After all, the holy body of the human race is extremely fragile.

Until Lang Liao saw the void around Fang Yun flash by.

Such a powerful force was completely absorbed by the self-contained world and constantly rotated around the self-contained world, and it would soon dissipate.

Fang Yun was unharmed.

"Enemy of all living beings, exile from all realms!"

Fang Yun said, the Holy Dao crown on his head appeared, the Holy Dao Code in front of him tumbled, and the Holy Dao shackles descended directly, trapping Lang Liao.

A hint of mockery flashed across Lang Liao's face. Fang Yun's power was very strange, and his level was very high, but his power was too little.

No matter how powerful Fang is, in Lang Liao's view, he is only a peak Great Saint, just a stronger peak Great Saint.

Many similar things have happened in history, that is, the seriously injured Saint Ancestor did not move, and the Great Saint could not kill him. There was even a Great Saint who spent 10,000 years to kill a seriously injured and sleeping Saint Ancestor. As a result, the sleeping Saint Ancestor recovered from his injuries 10,000 years later. He opened his eyes, yawned, killed the Great Saint, and then left as if nothing had happened.

The gap between the Great Saint and the Saint Ancestor is equivalent to the gap between a mortal and a semi-saint.

No matter how powerful a mortal is, he can't hurt a semi-saint.

Therefore, Lang Liao didn't care about Fang Yun's attack at all, and continued to accumulate strength to prepare for the next attack.

Although he was suppressed by the power of the core of the ancient world, he was not anxious. He believed that Fang Yun could only cause him minor injuries at most.

The entire Sin Palace appeared!

Tens of thousands of semi-saint sin turtle prisoner cars mixed with several great saint sin turtle prisoner cars swarmed out like a group of spiders. They seemed to be carrying the holy way of the void, and instantly moved to all directions, and then spit out sin turtle chains from all directions at the same time, like a group of dense spider webs, instantly surrounding Lang Liao.

However, only one-fifth of Lang Liao's body was surrounded, only the tail, buttocks, hind legs and part of the back.

Everything happened too suddenly. Lang Liao had never seen such power. He only heard about it from the newly entered Yaoman Great Saint, but he had never seen the power of the Legalist at the level of the Saint Ancestor.

After all, the strongest Legalist scholar was only a semi-saint, so he didn't take it to heart.

The next moment, one after another of the Legalist semi-saints appeared behind Fang Yun.