The old Confucian scholar was indeed too naive. Cui Yu had just joined the Haoran lineage. How could those old antiques allow a disciple to take power?
Without the support of the old Confucian scholar, how difficult would it be for Cui Yu to master Haoran's lineage?
However, in the eyes of the old Confucian scholar, Cui Yu is his default new generation leader, what could happen?
But looking at Cui Yu's increasingly gloomy face, the old Confucian scholar's expression changed, and his eyes gradually became serious: "Is there really a big problem?"
Cui Yu looked at the old Confucian scholar, smiled bitterly and sighed: "This disciple is incompetent!"
Then Cui Yu didn't waste any time and directly told the whole story.
"What did you say!!!" The old Confucian scholar felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his body trembling.
"The Haoran lineage has been destroyed! All the disciples are dead! All the forces of the Haoran lineage have been wiped out. Apart from the master and three senior brothers, there are no successors to the Haoran lineage."
"Bang~"
The old Confucian scholar whose cultivation level could compete with Jin Chi's body suddenly softened and sat down on the ground.
To be able to make the old Confucian scholar sit down on the ground shows the shock in the other person's heart at this time.
The eyes of the old Confucian scholar were full of disbelief, as if he couldn't believe his ears. He stared blankly at the main black peak in the distance, feeling that his ears were buzzing, and for a while he couldn't hear the sounds outside clearly.
Even the vitality in the old Confucian scholar's body began to scatter, and it seemed to be going crazy.
"Master?" Cui Yu patted the old Confucian scholar on the shoulder, waking him up from his confusion, and the disordered vitality returned to normal.
"Why is this happening? Why is this happening?" The old Confucian scholar raised his head and looked at Cui Yu with empty and confused eyes.
The old Confucian scholar is a person who respects his teachers and Taoism. Although he has some disputes with his teacher regarding orthodoxy, he respects the old Confucian scholar Meng Shengren to the core.
The Haoran lineage was entrusted to the old Confucian scholar by Saint Meng before he entered the Ten Directions Forest of Merits, but now the Haoran lineage has been destroyed!
He was completely devoured!
How should he face Meng Shengren?
"Because of the human heart." Cui Yu replied.
Cui Yu felt that it was because of the ten elders' sharp desperation, and because of Zhao Cailun's burning of bridges.
What does Cui Yu have to do with him?
Cui Yu just gave him a push at the critical moment.
"No!" The old Confucian scholar denied Cui Yu's statement with a firm and sonorous voice: "It's because of the aggressiveness of the Lishengren lineage! If it weren't for the aggressiveness of the Lishengren lineage, how could my Haoran lineage end up in such a situation?"
"I want blood for blood, tooth for tooth! I want the blood debt of Saint Li to repay with blood." The voice of the old Confucian scholar was full of cold murderous intent: "I want to destroy the line of Saint Li! I want to create the Haoran line again! My Haoran lineage will never fail!"
The old Confucian scholar's eyes turned red, demonic thoughts rolled up in his heart, and inner demons arose everywhere.
"The old Confucian scholar is possessed by a devil! This old guy is possessed by a devil!" Xin Yuan roared in Cui Yu's spiritual world, his eyes full of shock.
The old Confucian scholar was possessed by demons, and he felt it most clearly.
Even Xin Yuan was directly inspired and jumped towards the spirit of the old Confucian scholar.
"No!" Cui Yu wanted to stop Xin Yuan, but it was too late. Xin Yuan's seeds had already fallen into the old Confucian scholar's three treasures of spirit, energy and spirit.
The Heart Monkey has long since transformed into the Great Self-Devil, which can also be called the Heart Demon or the Heavenly Demon. He is the Lord of all demons and the demon among demons. At this time, he feels the changes in the old Confucian scholar's body. How can he endure it? lure?
However, Xin Yuan's arrival also brought the old Confucian scholar's originally scattered energy back on track, allowing the originally chaotic aura in the old Confucian scholar's body to completely settle down.
Cui Yu looked at the old Confucian scholar and said nothing. He felt that it was best not to speak at this time.
The old Confucian scholar pinned all the reasons on the Lisheng lineage. Cui Yu felt that the Lisheng lineage was a little unfair. Everyone was competing fairly, but his Haoran lineage was too unsatisfactory. The ten elders bet on Jiang Xiaobai, which resulted in The last traces of Haoran's lineage were gone.
If you are not as skilled as others, you should be willing to admit defeat.
Of course, the biggest reason is that Cui Yu did not take action and chose to sit on the sidelines and watch.
If Cui Yu takes action, he can easily reverse the situation.
"Cailun is confused! How could she listen to the nonsense of the ten elders! The ten elders have no good things, but if they can stir up troubles, I don't need to push you out?" The old Confucian scholar finished scolding the ten elders. The Heli Saint lineage began to scold Zhao Cailun again, his voice full of anger.
There are both dissatisfaction with Zhao Cailun and hatred of Zhao Cailun's short-sightedness.
"Master, this disciple is also at fault in this matter. If the disciple could have known the news in time, how could he have taken away the last strength of Haoran's lineage?" Cui Yu pretended to be a good person next to him:
"I just regret that my disciple was exploring destiny in the cave and didn't notice the changes in the external situation." Cui Yu's voice was full of self-blame.
"It's none of your business. You have been squeezed out of the Haoran lineage. What does all this have to do with you? If those ten idiots are still alive, I will chop them into pieces and scatter them to ashes." The old Confucian scholar's face was ashen. , eyes full of anger.
After hearing what the old Confucian scholar said, Cui Yu fell silent and didn't know what to say.
The old Confucian scholar has entered the devil's path, and his heart has been trapped in the trap of obsession and cannot escape. Even if he expounds three thousand words of morality, he cannot save the old Confucian scholar who has completely entered the devil's path.
The so-called evil way is not the kind of evil spirit lingering in the book, but obsession and partiality, which is the so-called getting into trouble.
A person's troubles cannot be solved by outsiders, but can only be enlightened by oneself.
This is the Buddhist saying of "put down the butcher's knife, kill people and become a Buddha". The butcher's knife is not a butcher's knife, but a paranoid obsession.
As long as the obsession is eliminated, the Buddha nature will appear.
"I want to go back! I want to re-establish the Haoran lineage! I want to compete with the Nali Saint lineage to win or lose." The eyes of the old Confucian scholar were full of cold murderous intent.
It can be seen that the old Confucian has a murderous intention.
"Once we return to the land of China, I'm afraid there will be another bloody storm, and I don't know how the Lisheng lineage will deal with it." Cui Yu's thoughts were flowing in his mind.
What the old Confucian scholars followed was the ancient path, not the system of practice practiced by today's people. The old Confucian scholar has mastered the opportunity of Daluo, and he can defeat any powerful person in the Jin Dynasty 50-50.
If the lineage of Li Saints cannot find someone to support them, they will probably be in dire straits.
"Master, the most important thing right now is to rescue senior brother Gong Nanbei. Let's fight back together." Cui Yu comforted the old Confucian scholar.
"Yes! You are right! Rescue Gong Nanbei, and let's fight back together!" The old scholar's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he had found the direction.
"I wonder where Senior Brother Gong Nanbei is?" Cui Yu asked.
"Gong Nanbei went to the top of the mountain to compete with the legendary masters of the Demon Sect for the innate blessings of this place. After the Demon Sect disappeared five hundred years ago, it was unexpected that it would appear again five hundred years later. Let's go up the mountain together to help Bei Nan, you Brother Nanbei has held back six masters who have entered the imperial edict, let's go quickly to support them." The old Confucian scholar seemed to have just remembered the topic, and hurriedly said to Cui Yu, then stood up and walked quickly to the top of the mountain.
"Master, are there any masters of the Asura Tao who are besieging senior fellow apprentices from the north and south?" Cui Yu asked.
The old Confucian scholar looked serious: "Of course. Among the six demon sects, three sects have come together this time. The people in the three sects are all top masters, and they have all entered the realm of 'Edict'. They must not be underestimated. There is even one A great demon king and the six demon sects are getting together, as if they are planning something terrible. I suspect that the six demon sects have a big conspiracy, and they seem to want to join forces with the demon clan to break through the human race's Great Wall of Bones and return to the Central Plains."
Cui Yu's heart trembled when he heard this. Needless to say, the reputation of the Demonic Way was overwhelming. Five hundred years ago, the Demonic Way swept the world and closed the doors of Zhenwu Mountain. It sacrificed blood to sixteen vassal states. Thanks to the emergence of a supremely powerful man from the human race, Only then did the disasters of the Six Demonic Sects subside.
The sky of the Great Zhou Dynasty fell into a deep sleep, but it was due to the contributions of the Six Demonic Sects. Even Taiping Dao was just a pawn of the Six Demonic Sects back then.
Later, the Six Demonic Sects were liquidated, and the Taiping Dao disappeared into darkness and became a tool of the powerful.
Cui Yu's eyes were full of horror. This was the first time he heard such a secret.
How strong is Taipingdao now?
He is stronger than Cui Yu expected. Among the eight hundred princes in the world, not one of them can compete with the entire Taiping Dao.
The only flaw is that the Taiping Road stalls are too large and the power is too dispersed. All kinds of materials and other means are controlled by various princes and powerful people, and it is impossible to get rid of the secret influence of the 365 princely states.
Cui Yu and his party quickly climbed the mountain, and heard bursts of thunder in the distance, and a powerful aura of supernatural power came overwhelmingly.
Looking from a distance, he saw a dozen figures in the distance, besieging a pale white figure on the top of the mountain.
A pale white figure stood in the center, and dozens of figures were seen attacking from all directions, but they were easily resolved by the pale white figure.
Even the former Young Master of the Shura Sect joined the battle group at this time and participated in the siege of Gong Nanbei. However, Gong Nanbei stood in the center and easily forced everyone back with every move he made.
Everyone can't take down Gong Nanbei, and Gong Nanbei can't help everyone. It's obvious that the two sides are at a stalemate at this time.
Looking at Gong Nanbei who had defeated all the opponents in a snap, Yang Erlang's mouth twitched at the side: "Gong Nanbei's shit magical powers are simply unbelievable. No one in this world can defeat him."
The cultivation base of the demonic people was all higher than Gong Nanbei, but at this time, Gong Nanbei was pulled into the balance field, and his cultivation level fell directly to the level of Gong Nanbei.
At this time, we need to explain clearly a characteristic of the magical power of balancing between the north and south of the palace: it is not an average, but a balance.
Everyone's cultivation level has been pulled down by Gong Nanbei's magical power, but it does not mean that Gong Nanbei's magical power is exactly the same as that of several people. Gong Nanbei's strength was the sum total of those who participated in besieging him.
In other words, no matter how many people besiege Gong Nanbei, Gong Nanbei's strength will remain balanced and maintain a level where he can face several people undefeated but unable to win.
"Get him! Get him before reinforcements arrive." A beautiful middle-aged woman wearing orange clothes and holding a moon scimitar in her hand stared at Gong Nanbei with hatred in her teeth. itch.
The young master of Shura Dao went to restrain the old Confucian scholar, and he and others joined forces, and actually fought with Gong Nanbei for half a year without winning.
People from the Demon Sect can swear that they have never seen such a difficult opponent.
I never want to compete with such a difficult opponent again.
"Go!" The young master of Shura Dao looked cold, his tense face looked increasingly uglier, and the red leather chain around him was attacking towards the north and south of the palace.
Facing the red light of the Young Master of Shura Dao, Gong Nanbei had no expression on his face. The sword energy all over his body burst out from his pores. The moment all the red light approached Gong Nanbei, they were crushed into powder.
The sword intent of the Tongtian Cult Leader!
After Cui Yu gave Gong Nanbei's sword post from Master Tongtian, Gong Nanbei's swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds. No one knows what level he has entered now.
But Cui Yu could tell that Gong Nanbei's sword energy was so pure that it could split even a river of blood.
Gong Nanbei’s sword energy is very pure!
In the past, all the flashy sword moves and the additional attributes of sword energy were all discarded by Gong Nanbei. Now Gong Nanbei only pursues one word, and that is 'pure'.
Extremely pure.
"You guys, if it weren't for the advantage of numbers and the fact that your cultivation level is higher than mine, I would only need one sword to kill you." Gong Nanbei's proud voice came out.
Why could he survive the encirclement and suppression of the Seven Saints?
His sword energy made great achievements.
Before meeting Cui Yu, Gong Nanbei had never dared to imagine that there was such a simple way of swordsmanship in the world, abandoning all the bells and whistles and just being pure, as long as it was pure.
And such a simple way of swordsmanship actually points directly to the supreme, a world that I have never seen before.
Incredible realm, incredible means.
What a coincidence!
No matter how many enemies he faced, Gong Nanbei would not panic. The balancing magical power can bring your opponent to the same level as yourself, and the sword energy can make you not fall behind in the face of any magical power.
The quality of his sword energy is too high!
Gong Nanbei had an intuition that the quality of his sword energy definitely surpassed the power of the Jinzhi realm, and even the mysterious aura comprehended by his master, his sword energy could compete with it.
The only regret he felt was that although his sword energy was of high quality, his cultivation level was too low, which greatly hindered him.
"Shu Zi is rampant!" The young master of Shura Tao's face turned gloomy upon hearing this. Countless strange lines appeared on his body in the next moment, and then he suddenly grabbed Gong Nanbei.
The magic power of the magic gate - the big blood handprint.
I saw the young master of Shura Tao stretch out his palms, the void twisted and transformed, and a unique gravity swept over. Those palms turned into bright red jade, and countless mysterious runes formed chains. Flashes on skin.
"Taste the power of my Asura Dao blood handprint!" The young master snorted coldly, with a cold look in his eyes, and patted Gong Nanbei with both hands.
