The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 3299: Holy Road Blockade

"For Kunlun, this ancestor is willing to sacrifice! But our frog god clan depends on you!" The voice of the Gray Poison Ancestor was full of passion.

"This ancestor is also willing to fight!"

"When the imperial clan invaded, our clan did not retreat at all, and today we are not afraid of anyone!"

"The other side has supreme luck, and our Kunlun cannot be bullied!"

"Kunlun has been silent for too long, it's time to let the world see what Kunlun is!"

"Here is our hometown!"

"Kunlun!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

Above the sky, metal clashed.

The Kunlun ancient world was shaken in all directions.

The sharp iron-blooded aura permeated the entire Kunlun ancient world.

The will of the Kunlun ancestors eroded the world.

The bleak breath, like the arrival of winter, cast a layer of metallic color on the world.

The various ethnic groups felt the will of the ancestors, not only were they not terrified, but their blood boiled.

Except for the south of the Royal Mountain, trillions of Kunlun beings have gathered in the east, west and north.

At the moment when the ancestors reached a consensus, the dense tribes rose up,

the divine aura was diffused, and the sky was dazzling.

An invisible but terrifying power descended and entered the bodies of the Kunlun people.

They were favored by the will of Kunlun!

The tribes opposite them did not receive any favor at all.

"God bless Kunlun!"

Trillions of roars connected the energy of Kunlun beings and completely suppressed all the power of Fang Yun's side.

As strong as the evil dragon of the prison, it also sank all over and fell a thousand feet before stopping.

Under the Great Sage, all people on Fang Yun's side could not fly in the sky, and a large number of semi-saints fell to the ground.

At this moment, the will of Kunlun seemed to have abandoned them.

Those Kunlun people who defected to Fang Yun felt cold all over their bodies, and had some regrets.

Their eyes flickered, as if they were looking for another way out.

A few Saint Ancestors also had regrets in their eyes. They thought that the Kunlun tribe on the opposite side would not be united, but unexpectedly, because of a word from the Ancestor of Canghui, things changed drastically.

"Prepare for war!" Fang Yun shook the Emperor God Tree, and the pleasant sound of the treasure wind chimes spread everywhere.

"Prepare for war!"

The tribes of the evil creatures were like children who got their favorite toys. They were crazy with joy and prepared for war with one mind. They were completely unlike the tribes with a fierce reputation in the Ten Thousand Worlds.

The Dragon Clan and the Ancient Demon Fighting Spirits were not at all turbulent. Fighting was everything to them.

The Soldier Clan was the most excited. They sang war songs and mobilized the whole clan.

Their total population was only tens of millions, but the proportion of saints was extremely high, and the total number of semi-saints exceeded 10,000!

One saint in a thousand, this is a terrifying proportion that the Dragon Clan could not achieve.

However, the Soldier Clan had no Saint Ancestor.

Fang Yun flew to the gathering place of the Soldier Clan in confusion.

The soldiers immediately knelt down and worshiped. In the legend of the soldiers, the Emperor Clan Master was their savior. Without the Emperor Clan Master, all the soldiers would have been exterminated long ago.

The ten great saints of the soldiers stood in the front.

Compared with other soldiers, they had less fanaticism and more rationality and humility.

Fang Yun swept his eyes over the soldiers and frowned slightly.

One saint in a thousand is very amazing, but it is strange that the ratio of half saints to great saints is also the same.

Even if there are a lot of saints among the demons, there is probably one great saint in a hundred half saints.

"Is it possible that this tribe has a high lower limit and a low upper limit?"

"Your Majesty, are you dissatisfied with us?" The elder of the soldiers asked respectfully.

When the ordinary soldiers heard this, they trembled all over, their hearts were filled with fear, and even a little disappointed, not disappointed with Fang Yun, but disappointed with themselves.

They could see that the whole tribe combined was not as good as a sin-suppressing evil dragon.

Even though their tribe has not appeared in the world for a long time, they know the evil name of the evil dragon.

Fang Yun said: "When I founded the Bing tribe, your aptitude was not weak, and you were more intelligent than most ancient tribes. Why is your ancestral vein not obvious and there has never been a saint ancestor?"

After being promoted to the ancestor, Fang Yun's power increased greatly. He could already feel the power of a tribe. Although the rise of the human race was short-lived, because Confucius was enthroned before his death, ordinary humans have ancestral veins, although weak.

This Bing tribe, there is no ancestral vein.

"We have too poor aptitude, and we can't practice the right way. We have been waiting for the Bing Lord to give us the method again." The elder of the Bing tribe was full of bitterness.

The saints of the Bing tribe looked ashamed.

Fang Yun was stunned and suddenly realized that the aptitude of the Bing tribe was actually not bad, but compared with the Emperor tribe, it was indeed poor.

The Emperor Clan was too powerful, so they looked down on ordinary ancient tribes. Those who could make friends with the Emperor Clan were all amazing geniuses such as Zulong, Muxingke, and Diaohaiweng. In the eyes of the Emperor Clan, the Bing Clan was no different from other vassals and would not give them resources.

However, Fang Yun thought about it and realized that it was wrong. The Bing Clan was worse than the Emperor Clan and could not compare with the Taichu tribes, but it was the best among the ancient tribes. Just because it was more intelligent, it would never be so decadent.

Fang Yun pondered for a long time and suddenly realized something. A faint sigh appeared on his face. Then his eyes flashed and he scanned the Bing Clan.

All the saints of the Bing Clan were blocked by the mysterious and powerful force!

However, ordinary Bing Clan did not.

Fang Yun was very familiar with the breath of that power.

Four-legged black snake, or Zulong.

"Alas..."

Fang Yun sighed in his heart and his nose was sour. He did not expect Zulong to do so much for him.

Fang Yun had already guessed that Zulong realized that the Bing Clan would become his helper, but was worried that the Bing Clan would have other intentions because they were too powerful, so he blocked the Holy Path.

Fang Yun turned his head to look at the Wang Clan Mountain in the distance, and spread the message to all friendly forces, saying: "This ancestor will perform today."

The Bing Clan cheered and everyone knew that hope had come.

The reactions of other tribes were not so enthusiastic, because most of their tribes had produced holy ancestors, and each realm was higher than Fang Yun. They did not lack sufficient inheritance, but only lacked qualifications.

Therefore, most tribes were not interested and prepared to listen while preparing for war.

The reactions of the holy ancestors who were attached to Fang Yun were also different.

A few holy ancestors who had experienced thousands of years, such as Qingzu and Hezu, were extremely powerful and even created the world. They were geniuses, but when they heard Fang Yun perform, they couldn't help showing excitement.

Those new saints, including Ye Zu, reacted calmly. They knew that Fang Yun had obtained many secrets in the core of the ancient world, but realm determines everything. Even if Fang Yun obtained a powerful secret, he might not be able to evolve a very powerful secret.

The Prison Demon Dragon listened obediently and focused, as seriously as Qing Zu and others.

Although many of his memories were sealed by his body, he had begun to recover after seeing Fang Yun, and remembered many things about Fang Yun.

Fang Yun was a fierce man who had accelerated the growth of the entire imperial clan with his own strength!

The ancestors on the distant Royal Clan Mountain could clearly sense everything within billions of miles. When they heard that Fang Yun was actually preparing to perform a magic, they not only did not sneak attack, but all smiled.

A Lin Zu, is he also qualified to perform a magic?

Not to mention in front of so many saints.

"I'll go and check the enemy situation!"

Shen Yun had an idea and quickly borrowed a great saint treasure that could travel through space and flew directly to the vicinity of Fang Yun's camp.