The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 3335: The World of Ten Thousand Books

Lang Kun sighed, "So that's how it is. The reason why the saints of the human race dared to abandon the foundation of the human race and arrive here is probably to use this place to hone their literary courage. When the literary courage is strengthened, they will also be strengthened, and they can be hostile to the emperor... the great celestial being. The saints of the human race killed so many golden ancestors, and they must be protected by the will of the ten thousand worlds, thus protecting the human race. At this moment, I finally understand why the human race is great, why the saints are immortal, and why Confucius and Fang are called masters."

The other great saints were full of shame. Without Lang Kun's reminder, they didn't find the real purpose of the human race. They just thought that the saints of the human race could use this place to hone their literary courage.

Only then did they know that the saints of the human race sacrificed themselves to arrive at the Dusk Fortress, which was the fundamental reason for the rise of the human race and the cornerstone of the human race, and Fang Yun built a new great cause for the human race on this cornerstone.

"Respectable human race, terrible human race..."

The saints finally understood why the human race was so weak, but eventually stood out among all the races and was promoted to the Lord of All Realms.

"Compared with the human race, our Kunlun race is simply a group of giant babies."

"This saint has practiced for ten thousand years, but I want to shed tears for the saints of the human race."

"If I can return to the Ten Thousand Realms, I will migrate my entire race, naturalize in the human race, and strive to become a member of the human race. This is the real honor."

"Think about the sages of the human race, and then compare our sages, they are simply a group of beasts."

"This is a noble creature."

Di Mo sighed: "Not only you, after years of understanding the intentions of the saints of the human race, we can't wait to slap ourselves. Even though our imperial clan and dragon clan are extremely talented and grew up in the best era, our wisdom and spirit are easily crushed by the saints of the human race. The human race is indeed respectable and terrible."

The saints looked at the backs of Fang Yun and the saints of the human race in the dark sky, feeling deeply moved.

Suddenly, they were shocked, because on the mountain of books behind Fang Yun, the saints were flying high, their clothes fluttering, looking extremely chic.

In front of each saint, at least one book appeared, either a classic written by himself or other classics, never repeated.

Then, a strange scene appeared, the saints of the human race bowed their heads slightly and said, "I would like to share this book with all my literary friends."

Boom...

Beside each saint of the human race, pure white holy light shot up into the sky, one holy white light column after another, with a diameter of more than two feet, not very thick, but the number was increasing.

Finally, nearly a hundred holy white light columns appeared around each person.

Each holy white light column converged and condensed, turning into a classic of the saints.

Each saint of the human race was surrounded by nearly a hundred classics of the saints, rotating slowly.

Finally, a scene that shocked all the new saints and ancestors appeared.

Each classic of the saints turned into the original author of that book.

Behind Fang Yun, there were more than 8,000 saints!

The holy light was brilliant, and everyone was like a dragon, floating like stars, covering the sky and covering the world.

The mighty holy power and righteousness were like a tsunami, stirring in the chaotic vacuum.

Everyone who saw this scene had an illusion that it was not eight thousand saints, but a peak saint ancestor!

The newly arrived saints and ancestors were stunned when they saw this scene, and even the Hell-Suppressing Evil Dragon and the Dragon-Eating Vine Ancestor were shocked.

The claws of the Hell-Suppressing Evil Dragon kept scratching in the void, and the vines of the Dragon-Eating Vine Ancestor moved lightly in disorder.

Qing Zu said in horror: "What kind of ethnic anomaly is this?"

"The Realm of Ten Thousand Books." Fang Yun turned around and looked at the human saints in the sky. Many people there looked exactly the same, and it was impossible to tell the real from the fake.

"Is this just an anomaly or a real person?" Qing Zu asked again. He had experienced all eternity and lived from the ancient times to the present, but he had never seen such an anomaly.

Fang Yun did not answer Qing Zu's words, but nodded slightly to the saints and said, "I am willing to share the Book Mountain with all my literary friends."

The saints of the human race nodded in return, without any great ceremony.

Including the saints and ancestors of the Dusk Fortress, they were all waiting curiously.

Nothing happened.

"Why..." Qing Zu looked at Fang Yun.

Fang Yun smiled slightly, but did not answer, and turned to face the battlefield.

"Today I came from the Ten Thousand Worlds, and I will not turn back until I kill the Emperor of Heaven."

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he walked forward in the void like an ordinary person, using the Emperor God Tree as a cane.

The ancestors were stunned for a moment and hurried to catch up.

Qing Zu followed behind, muttering to himself: "What exactly is Fang Zu's Great World Universe like?" The ancestors were shocked and fell into deep thought.

Fang Yun shared the Book Mountain with eight thousand saints, but nothing happened. This was too strange. Something unexpected must happen later.

Fang Yun took a step and led the ancestors into the battlefield.

The Dragon Clan, the Emperor Clan, and many Golden Ancestors had been observing Fang Yun. After Fang Yun entered the battlefield, the battle suddenly stopped and the two sides separated.

"You are..."

The Dragon Clan and the Emperor Clan Saint Ancestors all vaguely guessed Fang Yun's identity, but they were not sure. After all, the legend was too old, so old that there were only three people left in the Emperor Clan who experienced the legend.

Thousands of Golden Ancestors were exactly the same as before, their bodies were made of gold, their bodies were shining with golden light, and they had no expression on their faces, just staring straight at Fang Yun.

More than 3,000 Golden Ancestors stood together, their ancestral power was connected into one, although they did not form a clan vision, but it was like a wall of heaven and earth, standing in front of them.

Their momentum was so strong that they suppressed the clan vision of the Dragon Clan and the Emperor Clan.

Fang Yun ignored the Emperor Clan and the Dragon Clan Saints and glanced at the more than 3,000 Golden Ancestors in front of him.

The strength of these Golden Ancestors was between the newly promoted Saint Ancestors and the new Great World, and there was no peak Saint Ancestor.

Fang Yun's eyes passed through them and looked at the battlefield where the fighting was more intense in the depths.

"You are blocking my way."

The ancestors of the imperial clan and the dragon clan hurriedly stopped them with their holy thoughts, because the two sides had a tacit understanding that the peak saints should not attack those below the peak.

Fang Yun took a step forward, and the moment he raised his foot, a strange scene appeared.

Behind each human saint, a dense sea of ​​stars appeared, and more than 8,000 seas of stars overlapped and immediately merged into one.

Tens of thousands of stars soared into the sky, and above the battlefield, they condensed into a circular star field that was a thousand times denser than ordinary galaxies.

Fang Yun taught the Supreme Wenxin Yuezhang Xingju to the saints, and the sea of ​​stars formed by the Yuezhang Xingju of the saints merged into one.

When Fang Yun's right foot was raised to the highest point, the sea of ​​stars appeared.

Fang Yun did not take action, but the 8,000 saints took action.

Each saint used his own holy war poems.

Behind Fang Yun, the power of all living beings surged and combined with the 8,000 saints.

Eight thousand saints pointed at the three thousand golden ancestors in front of them.

In front of each saint, their own holy war poems appeared, and then a scene that shocked the world appeared. After each holy war poem, countless identical holy war poems emerged, merging into one, as if pulling out a terrifying giant beast.

The torrent of more than eight thousand holy war poems, with different shapes and colors, has arrows that punish the sky, swords that destroy the world, kings who swallow the world, and flames that burn through eternity, like a mountain of gods, and more like a piece of sky, carrying the breath of destroying eternity, crossing the vacuum, and instantly reaching the three thousand golden ancestors.

The three thousand golden ancestors had no time to react at all, and were submerged by the torrent of eight thousand holy war poems.

The divine aura was rampant, and strange lights flashed.

A peak blow, the vacuum shook.

The three thousand golden ancestors didn't even have time to scream, and were melted by the strongest holy war poems of eternity.

Fang Yun put down his right foot, took a complete step, crossed the vacuum, and reached the depths of the battlefield.