"Success?"

In the Taixue Palace, a number of Confucian disciples looked at the sky and quickly came to their senses. They looked at each other in shock.

what happens?

Such a terrifying thunder tribulation was cut open by the senior brother with his sword?

"It seems to be the last chapter." Leru said.

“Pretty.”

On the side, Shuru shook his head and responded.

"sharp."

Chen Qiaoer let out a light breath, that sword was really amazing.

"abnormal!"

In the courtyard, Li Ziye also came back from his shock and couldn't help but swear. He suspected that they were not playing the same game!

This is too exaggerated!

At the same time, the Imperial Palace and Shou'an Palace.

Emperor Shang looked at the direction of the Taixue Palace, and a cold look flashed in his sinister eyes.

The Confucian school has another role that has to be wary of.

"That sword just now was not used by Confucianism."

Behind, the black figure covered with black air opened his mouth and said in a deep voice, "It's a bit like a Taoist method."

"Taomen?"

In front of the window, the Emperor Shang smiled coldly and said, "The Taoist Sect is past. Even if they were brilliant back then, they are just surviving now."

"Although the Taoist Sect has been destroyed, the Taoist Sect's inheritance is still there."

In the black air, the black figure said with a serious look, "Whether the Confucian sect or other famous sects in the world are inherited from the Taoist sect. The centipede insect died without being stiff. Your Majesty should be careful that they would kill again."

"Don't worry about these things."

The Emperor Shang turned around, looked at the people behind, and said in a cold tone, "When will you delay what I want until?"

"Already on the way to deliver it."

The black figure replied, "Your Majesty should also fulfill your commitment to our clan as soon as possible."

"rest assured."

The Shang Emperor said indifferently, "The king's promise is a word of nine tripods."

"That's good."

The black figure nodded, then the figure faded away and hid back into the darkness.

In front of the window, the Shang Emperor moved back his gaze, staring at the thunder clouds gradually dissipating in the sky, and a look of thought appeared on his face.

Bai Wangyu's last sword did have some shadow of the Taoist method.

It is interesting to practice Taoist techniques by a great disciple of Confucianism.

Southwest of the Palace, Tingyuxuan.

Mu Wenqing looked at the sky, with a smile on her slightly pale face and said, "Excuse me, junior."

"Your Majesty, that sword just now seems not to be the martial arts of Confucianism."

On the side, Mu Jin said in a narrow voice, "Confucian martial arts are not so domineering."

"Taomen."

Mu Wenqing said with a calm expression, "But it is not entirely a Taoist sect. It should be said that it is the result of the integration of martial arts of the two sects. The younger generation is terrifying. How old is he?"

When Mu Jin heard this, she looked shocked and said, "What the prince means is that Bai Wangyu walked out of his own way? How is this possible!"

"In this world, nothing is impossible."

Mu Wenqing sighed, "This is a good thing. Before the great catastrophe, if there were no geniuses other than common sense, after the cold winter catastrophe, who would go to work for the people of the world?"

"I don't understand. This great disciple of Confucianism is so amazing. Why didn't the Confucian leader hand over the heavenly book to him?" Mu Jin asked in confusion.

"The reason is very simple. Force is not the key to breaking the deadlock."

Mu Wenqing said softly, "Otherwise, why should the Confucian leader entrust the future to others? Who can have the force of the Confucian leader in the world?"

Confucian Party, East Courtyard.

Above the sky, the clouds of disaster gradually dissipated, Bai Wangyu's figure fell from the sky, half of his body was stained with blood. After landing, he staggered under his feet and vomited blood.

"Old Bai, how are you?"

Li Ziye stepped forward two steps, held the former, and asked worriedly, "Can't you die?"

"It shouldn't be dead."

Bai Wangyu suppressed the surging blood in his body and said tiredly, "Brother Li, I have a feeling that when you enter the fifth realm, the movement will definitely be greater than mine."

"Don't, don't curse me."

Li Ziye hurriedly bounced back the curse of the guy in front of him, saying, "I'll continue to develop despicablely and just sneak into the fifth realm. If you give me this scene, I'll be cold. It's so scary."

"You can't hide."

Bai Wangyu smiled weakly and said, "Brother Li must be mentally prepared."

"Let's talk about it."

Li Ziye responded casually and asked curiously, "By the way, Lao Bai, your sword was so handsome, where did you learn it?"

"Brother Li, you taught me."

Bai Wangyu said softly, "Heaven moves hard, and a gentleman strives for self-improvement."

"Isn't this just nonsense?"

Li Ziye was stunned and said in confusion, "I fool people every day, and there are eight hundred such nonsense if I say nonsense."

"Aren't martial arts all learned based on these principles?" Bai Wangyu replied.

"This is OK?"

Li Ziye was stunned for a moment, feeling his trigeminal nerve hurt a little. He looked at the pussy in front of him and said seriously, "In this way, I will recite ten and twenty of these great principles for you every day. Can you teach me the martial arts you have learned? It's very fair."

"fair enough."

Bai Wangyu nodded slightly and replied, "Trade."

"Forgot your words."

In front of the wooden house, Confucius retracted his gaze, looked at the disciple in front of him, and said, "Do you want to practice the lower part of the Taishang Shen Refining Chapter?"

"Um."

Bai Wangyu nodded and said, "It will take some time to practice."

"Don't use it unless it is absolutely necessary." Confucius said seriously.

"Disciple understand." Bai Wangyu replied softly.

...

Western Regions, Tianyu Hall.

On the throne of the gods, the scholar looked at the east, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

He is indeed the first heir chosen by Confucians, and it is indeed extraordinary.

Thinking of this, the scholar turned his eyes, looked to the west, and spoke, "Swallow Xiaoyu."

To the west of the temple, there is a side hall.

Yan Xiaoyu sat cross-legged, his body was extremely messy with light power, his eyes were covered by white cloth, and there was blood on the white cloth. Obviously, he had been injured by Li Ziye before and had not recovered.

Since Yan Xiaoyu returned from serious injury on the battlefield in the Western Frontier, his mood has been seriously affected and he has never been able to enter the Five Realms.

Not everyone can bear such a blow if blindness is done.

Obviously, Yan Xiaoyu can't do it.

As the Son of God, when did Yan Xiaoyu suffer such setbacks? He was blind and described as a useless man. Such a huge blow almost cut off his martial arts path.

"Swallow Fish."

At this moment, in the hall, light fell from the sky, and a illusory phantom walked out, looking at the disciples in front of him, and said lightly, "Bai Wangyu has entered the fifth realm."

In the middle of the hall, Yan Xiaoyu was shocked when she heard this. Under her mood, blood was oozing from her eyes, which were covered by white cloth.

"Go to the extreme night land."

In the light, the scholar said calmly, "Since he is willing to give you the divine power of light, he should be able to heal your eyes."

Yan Xiaoyu had heard the words of the Palace Master in front of him, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, bowed respectfully, and said, "Thank you, Lord."

"Yan Xiaoyu, don't let me down again, otherwise, your identity as the Son of God will be sent."

In the light, the scholar said something, and his words fell, his figure faded, and he disappeared.

"Greatly send the palace master."
Chapter completed!