At the beginning of the evolution of the Confucian civilization in the Huatian Star Realm, there was no paper or pen, so writing was written on bamboo slips with a knife as a pen.
When Confucius ascended to immortality and was canonized as a saint, he wrote the Confucian classic "Spring and Autumn", and the writing pen was this bronze carving knife.
The bronze carving knife is the main attack, and the "Spring and Autumn" Confucian classics are the main defense. One attack and one defense are two natal cultural treasures that accompany Kong Sheng all the way to the fifth level of the supreme realm of the fairyland.
And because the Confucian classic "Spring and Autumn" records the historical changes of the Huatian Star Realm, the two cultural treasures are stained with the breath of time and possess the power of time.
Until Kong Sheng entered the chaotic land of Huatian Star Realm, these two supreme cultural treasures of the Confucian clan also disappeared.
Many monks speculated that Kong Sheng had brought the two cultural treasures into the Land of Chaos, but they did not expect that they all stayed with the Confucian clan.
And the first time he was born tens of thousands of years later, he severely damaged an immortal in the late Daluo period.
"Old man Kong, no, it's the early days of Da Luo..."
Jiang Shuo also immediately got rid of the magical power of time carried by the bronze inscription. At first, he thought it was the head of the current Confucian clan who was coming in person.
It is suspected that the Meitian Star Realm has not taken action, or that the Confucian clan wants to fight with their Zombie clan. Both of these possibilities are extremely detrimental to the Zombie clan.
"Xun Shu, you have advanced to the Da Luo realm!"
After Xun Shu appeared in aqua blue Confucian uniform, Jiang Shuo also suddenly realized that although this situation was not the two he had guessed, it was also unfavorable for the Zombie clan.
"Another fellow Taoist should also show up!"
After the mutation occurred, Ying Ren and Jiang Shuo were reunited. If it were Xun Shu herself, although she successfully raided the Xue Kill Xiu Zun.
But without the blazing divine thunder that restrained the Shura clan, how could Shura, who had always been so difficult to deal with, be beaten to the point of showing his natal blood beads.
Just now, the three Great Luo Immortal Lords were hunting the Confucian people, but now it seems that they are going to be hunted in turn.
"Haha, Master Shan Zongsheng, since Taoist Fellow Yingren wants to meet him, you should come out and meet him!"
Suddenly there were two more great Luo Zongshengs in the Confucian clan, and Liu Zizheng felt a sigh of relief and raised his eyebrows.
As for the origin of Yang Junshan, given the current situation of the Confucian clan, it is too late to befriend and win over a Daluo Immortal.
How could one reject Daluo Immortal Lord who wanted to be called the Patriarch of the Confucian clan, not to mention that Meng Sheng and the clan leader had already gone too far, as well as Xun. . . Ji He provided guarantee.
"Xingshan, it's you!"
Due to the influence of the power of time engraved in bronze, everyone thought that the mirror light that suppressed the blood-killing cultivator was also the work of Yang Junshan.
"Fellow Taoist Shan, although Da Luo's cultivation is good, he is nothing more than an ant in front of Hedao Tianzun. Fellow Taoist should understand this deeply.
Not to mention my Zombie clan, although the Shura clan does not have the Hedao Heavenly Lord, behind it is the demon clan. They quickly killed their fellow Taoists and retreated. I can guarantee that bygones are bygones!
Although the Confucian clan is a big clan in the starry sky, it is a big ship that is about to sink. Fellow Taoist, please don’t make the mistake! "
Ever since the Zong clan was promoted to the Hedao force, Ying Ren has always been aloof and superior, especially when he has been pressing hard against the Confucian clan for thousands of years. It has been a long time since he has been so kind to him.
"Hmph, your Zombie clan has Hedao Tianzun, but my Confucian clan doesn't have one. I don't know whether our Confucian clan will sink or not, but your Zombie clan tree will fall soon!"
I saw Liu Zi snorting coldly, and the cultural treasure "Spring and Autumn" and the bronze inscription held by Xun Shu simultaneously bloomed with a bright fairy light.
Between the breaths, it seemed as if a long river of time was flowing from a distance, sweeping across everyone.
"Win the hook!"
"General's coffin!"
Although the Bronze Brush Engraving and "Spring and Autumn" were powerful, they were also incredibly depleted, so after the sudden attack, Liu Zizheng took the initiative to delay.
Who would have expected that the two Zombies were also stalling for time.
There are four great ancestors of the Zombie clan. Although they have not yet advanced to the level of Hedao Heavenly Lord, they were all long-standing Daluo Immortal Lords back then, and each of them left behind a pulse-suppressing immortal weapon.
Ying Ren and Jiang Shuo, as the people with the highest cultivation level of the two meridians, naturally took charge of the Immortal Artifact to suppress the meridians.
After all, the Confucian race is one of the oldest races. Although they had been planning for a long time, they had to be prepared for the unexpected, but unexpectedly, it happened.
The dim yellow fairy rope is like a swimming snake, constantly swallowing and infecting the pure white aura of aura.
A mysterious coffin was opened in the gusts of cold wind, and thick black smoke poured out from it, coating the dim yellow fairy rope with a layer of black light, making it even more gloomy.
"boom!"
The dark smoke and death energy and the pure white aura of righteousness surged out at the same time, dividing the entire world into yin and yang, and then violently collided together.
Yin and Yang intertwined, the dead energy and the majestic righteousness annihilated and swallowed each other, the black mist and white clouds stirred up, seemingly weak and weak, but they melted into black holes in the space, swallowing up everything involved.
"Bang!"
A dull sound came out, and the thousand-foot-long snake that shuttled through the black and white clouds was seen hitting the defensive light curtain formed by the Spring and Autumn Wenbao.
Although the thick and thick black light spray of death melted the falling pure white clouds layer by layer, Wenbao's "Spring and Autumn" sprinkled more awe-inspiring righteousness continuously as it turned.
The dim yellow thousand-foot snake missed the target and was about to retreat immediately, but was intercepted by a slanting bronze sword, cutting off its path.
Bronze fairy light flowed, and the hundred-foot-long bronze carving knife seemed to fall from the sky slowly but quickly, and was about to cut seven inches above it.
At the critical moment, a mysterious coffin fell from the sky with overwhelming corpse energy and stood in front of him.
"焄!"
A harsh sound of metal and iron was heard, and the mysterious coffin and the snake behind it were slashed and flew backwards.
Although Ying Ren and Jiang Shuo were powerful together with the help of the ancestral treasure, it was obvious that Xun and Liu were even more powerful with the help of Kong Sheng's treasure, and they were put at a disadvantage by just one blow.
But if that's all, maybe Xun and Liu can gain the upper hand and even win, but it's not easy to keep them.
After all, the cultivation level of the two people from the Confucian tribe is not as good as that of the two people from the Zombie tribe, and they all rely on the power of the immortal treasure.
But they were not the only four people present, there was also a new member of the Confucian clan, Shan Zongsheng.
"The sword carves the Spring and Autumn Period, and the writing carves the world!"
Xun and Liu succeeded with one blow and did not dare to neglect. They mobilized the talents of Wen Gong and used all their strength to activate Kong Sheng's treasure.
I saw the bronze engraved pen writing in the void, and a picture emerged, in which Confucius taught three thousand disciples and traveled around the country in a chariot.
Scene after scene falls towards Ying Ren, pulling him into the long history of Confucianism.
The bamboo slips of the cultural treasure "Spring and Autumn" were opened, and ancient seal characters floated out. The immeasurable aura of awe fell, and a small world was faintly formed.
"receive!"
As Liu Zizheng shouted loudly, he saw the bamboo slips hanging down, as if being shaken by someone, and rolled up suddenly, sucking Ying Ren into the historical illusion.
"Ha ha!"
Liu Zizheng gave a long laugh, flicked his long sleeves and entered the world of bamboo slips in mid-air. Xun Shu followed closely behind with a bronze pen in his hand.
Although one of them is in the middle stage of Da Luo, and the other has just entered Da Luo realm, with the treasure left by the ancestors, today they will suppress Ying Renzhang, who is in the late stage of Da Luo.
As for Jiang Shuo, they don't need to worry about it.
The Shan Zongsheng wanted to use the power of the Confucian Meng Shenghe Taoist realm, so he naturally had to exert some strength and show some methods.
Xun and Liu separated Ying Ren from the late Da Luo period, and the remaining Jiang Shuo from the early Da Luo period was a good choice for Yang Junshan.
The Jun Seal of Sun Mountain, which could no longer be restrained, descended from the sky with a vast Xuanhuang fairy light, and fell towards the mysterious coffin that was still rolling in the air.
"Bang!"
The large black mist dispersed in all directions, and the tumbling mysterious coffin finally stopped in mid-air.
And on the coffin body that was originally as dark as ink, in addition to a slight knife mark, there was also a square depression.
A withered hand with three inches of black armor reached out from the coffin lid. With a strike of its palm, the coffin lid opened and Shuo was thrust out of his upper body. A mouthful of black blood spat out and flowed down the coffin.
On the pale and stiff face, a pair of green eyes stared at Yang Junshan, looking frightening and terrifying.
"Stare at me?"
Crack! Boom!
Groups of colorful thunderlights about ten feet in size fell from the sky, like a rain of colorful meteorites, hitting Jiang Shuo.
Whether it is the Demon Clan, the Zombie Clan, or the Shura Clan, their cultivation techniques tend to be dark and fierce, and are overcome by the pure Yang magical power.
Therefore, both the dignified and upright Confucian tribe and the vast Buddhist tribe are disgusted by them.
In addition to interests, there is more opposition, conflict, and natural rivals between cultivating civilizations.
As for the thunder technique, it is a powerful weapon against the three tribes.
With Yang Junshan's current cultivation base, it is extremely easy to display the magical power of Five Thunder Zhengfa.
This magical power is very powerful, and it is not as expensive as the Zixiao Divine Thunder, but it is perfect.
Thunder, light, and lightning snakes shuttled around, illuminating the hundreds of miles of land shrouded in black fog and yellow clouds.
The thunder light is vast and the pure Yang is strong, cleansing away the filth in the world.
Amidst the thunder and thunder, Jiang Shuo's roars were heard.
The gap between them becomes smaller as their cultivation level increases. Although Yang Junshan's cultivation base is stronger than Jiang Shuo's, he is not as agile as to win with one blow.
Besides, this is a good whetstone.
The strong wind was strong, the Sun Mountain Jun Seal rose like a mountain, and the Heaven-shaking Dao Technique was used, rising and falling, and smashed towards a golden corpse in the center.
Immortal energy trembled, and between the fingers, thunder and lightning fell from the sky.
As the sleeves of the robe were waved, large swaths of purple gas clouds swarmed out, covering hundreds of miles, and washed away towards Jiang Shuo.
"Xingshan, if you dare to embarrass our Zombie clan, our ancestor will not let you go!"
The Five Thunder Zhengfa is vast and blazing, the Dao Jue that shakes the sky is fierce and domineering, and the Purple Qi comes from the east to destroy the vitality and eliminate the soul. Although it is only a Taoist magical power, it can restrain Shuo to death.
Although there are coffins of generals and ministers passed down from ancestors, the mountain seals of Yang Junshan are not vegetarian.
Seeing that he was losing ground, Jiang Shuo began to threaten him from behind.
"Ha, Jiang Shuo, you dare to threaten me, you think my ancestor will let you go!"
"Come on, come on, you call your ancestor here, I'll call my ancestor here, let's see who doesn't let whom go!"
"Ancestor has his own affairs to worry about. As a grandson, please don't interfere. It seems you are dissatisfied!"
"Your Daluo Jinzhuang body is really hard enough. You were hit like this but your skin was not broken. It seems you still need to be blessed with a magic weapon!"
"I stab!"
"ah!"
Listening to Jiang Shuo's miserable howl, Yang Junshan looked at the Thunder Spear in his hand with great satisfaction, what a treasure!
