After hearing this, the Minister of Rites, no matter how thick-faced he was, became a little worried.
An old bastard actually dares to insult the human race like this.
Many officials from the Ministry of Rites behind him were even more excited and wanted to rush up and argue with this old bastard.
Of course, everyone is a treacherous and cunning person. Even if this old bastard is in the first-level realm, he only dares to stand there and spit out sweet things, and will not really step forward to scold him.
The sky fell, and a tall man was watching. At this time, they were still waiting for how the Minister of Rites would respond.
The Minister of Rites waved his hand to stop everyone, and then said with a smile: "We, the human race, are not known to be cunning, but we are the demon race. Words like snake-hearted, wolf-like ambition, jackal-fox-hearted, etc. have been spread from ancient times to the present. Now, there should still be some reasons.”
"What a courageous dog!"
Prime Minister Turtle's dark face showed a trace of anger, and he cursed.
The demon clan was born in the barbaric wilderness. Although it has a long heritage, it is not good at talking and arguing with Confucianism cultivators. It is simply humiliating itself.
"Dogs also belong to the demon clan. Immortals must not humiliate themselves."
The Minister of Rites advised him with a smile, and seemed to be reminding him in good faith.
The officials of the Ministry of Rites present, as well as the many monks observing the incident in the dark, were all overcome with laughter.
"you......"
Prime Minister Turtle's dark face suddenly turned ashen.
But as soon as he said a word, he quickly shut up, for fear that the Minister of Rites would find a loophole in his words.
After a moment of pause, Prime Minister Turtle's face darkened and he said nothing, but the power of a first-grade strongman in his body was released in an instant.
In an instant, the color of heaven and earth changed, and visions appeared.
Within ten miles around, water vapor condensed, gray clouds rolled in, and the canal set off huge waves several feet high, about to roll over the dam.
The tyrannical pressure of the first-level demon king was not concealed at all, and he pressed directly on the human monks present.
The face of the Minister of Rites suddenly changed. In his perception, Prime Minister Turtle's pressure was like a mountain pressing directly over him.
Although he was a second-grade peak Confucian cultivator, he still couldn't resist the pressure of a first-grade monk and took several steps back "thump thump thump".
"Calm and calm!"
The Minister of Rites shouted loudly, and the awe-inspiring righteousness burst out from his chest, emitting white light, trying to resolve the pressure from Prime Minister Gui.
A mysterious force descended from the sky, freezing the dark clouds in the sky, dispersing the water vapor, and the sound of the wind suddenly stopped.
Just when the Minister of Rites' expression softened slightly, he thought he had blocked Prime Minister Gui's pressure.
The surrounding phenomena only stagnated for a breath, but they were crushed at a faster speed than before.
"Crack!"
Just hearing a crisp sound, the Minister of Rites felt a pressure as heavy as a mountain pressing down on his head, directly bending his spine and breaking his knees.
He knelt down on his knees, blood foam and bone residue flying everywhere.
The Minister of Rites showed pain, a flash of perseverance flashed in his eyes, spit out a mouthful of blood, and then said word by word: "There is gold under the man's knees!"
As the words fell, the Minister of Rites, who had been pushed to the ground, poured his righteous energy into his shattered knees. Golden light shone under his feet, and a sudden surge of divine power slowly pushed his body up.
"Kneel down!"
Prime Minister Gui looked surprised. He didn't expect that under such strong pressure from him, the Minister of Rites could still stand up.
With a sharp shout, he pressed down on the Minister of Rites again with 50% of his mana and coercion.
"Crack!"
Although the Minister of Rites squeezed out all the potential of his body, his cultivation was still far behind Prime Minister Gui. With a loud noise, his knees fell heavily to the ground again.
On the ground, cracks were like spider threads, spreading crazily in all directions.
In the blink of an eye, where the Minister of Rites was kneeling, a deep pit with a radius of ten feet appeared.
Half of the body of the Minister of Rites was almost sunk in.
At this time, Haoran's righteousness was almost exhausted in his body, but he could no longer produce any strength to stand up.
Gu Tiao
"A little ant dares to stop this prime minister."
Prime Minister Turtle looked contemptuous and stepped out lightly, right on the back of the Minister of Rites, who was kneeling on the ground.
It did not use magic power, and there were no other injuries except for two dusty footprints on the back of the Minister of Rites.
It was just such a gentle step, but Prime Minister Gui's step seemed to step on the backbone of all the Daxuan people.
"Lord Shangshu!"
Many officials from the Ministry of Etiquette who were present originally thought that the matter had nothing to do with them and just kept their heads up. However, seeing Prime Minister Gui's move, they also rushed forward frantically, trying to save the Minister of Rites.
Although they usually take bribes and take advantage of petty profits, any Confucian cultivator who still has a certain amount of righteousness in his heart cannot ignore the Prime Minister's actions.
"snort!"
Prime Minister Turtle looked at the group of human beings around him who seemed to want to eat him alive, and let out a soft snort. Suddenly, all the human beings within three miles around him fell to their knees at the same time as if they had been slapped on the knees at the same time.
"Haha, the Daxuan human race is just like this..."
Prime Minister Turtle smiled wildly when he saw all the humans kneeling on the ground.
In this world, strength is still respected. Even if you are smart and talkative, what is the use in the face of strong strength?
"The teachings of the saints...ahem!"
At this moment, the dying Minister of Rites, who had been under the intensive care of the coercion, coughed out a trace of scarlet blood foam, which stuck to the long gray beard on his chin, and then a brilliant light burst out from his chest.
As the light lit up, with strength coming from nowhere, he stood up tremblingly despite the mountain-like pressure on his body.
"Shi Ke Sha... cough cough..."
The Minister of Rites coughed heavily again. Not only did blood spurt out of his mouth, but there seemed to be tiny fragments of internal organs scattered on the ground.
But there was no pain at all on his face. Instead, there was a trace of fascination. In his eyes, he seemed to see the scene when he first stepped into Confucianism and saw the saint giving instructions.
Prime Minister Turtle's eyes were sharp. He had just given a slight punishment. Since this person was so ignorant, he didn't mind and destroyed him.
Before coming, the Dragon King of the East China Sea had already said that Emperor Daxuan Jiaming had requested something from the Dragon Palace. This time he came to Daxuan, firstly to welcome his bride, and secondly, to promote the majesty of the Dragon Clan and pave the way for the Dragon Clan to enter Daxuan.
So as long as Emperor Jiaming doesn't take action, he can do whatever he wants.
Its figure flashed like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, it landed in front of the Minister of Rites. Then a black light appeared in its claws, and it directly grabbed the chest of the Minister of Rites.
This is to break the confidence of the Minister of Rites.
Confucianism cultivators are different from other monks in that the foundation of their practice lies in the sea of Qi in their chests.
Just emptying out their Dantian may not have much impact on their cultivation.
But if the Qi sea in the chest is broken, all cultivation will be destroyed on the spot.
Seeing the tortoise claw attack, the Minister of Rites showed no fear on his face. His old face even glowed with a holy light, and then he shouted: "Don't humiliate me!"
Sonorous, powerful, and striking.
As the voice fell, an extremely dazzling and holy light burst out from the sea of qi on his chest. An old man wearing a Confucian robe and a Confucian crown, with a blurred face and holding a book, suddenly emerged from the light. And out.
"Confucian sage!"
When Prime Minister Turtle saw this person, his expression suddenly changed. Apart from the Medical Immortal, the Confucian Sage was the second transcendent person in the human race. Although his life span was not long, he was like a shooting star in the entire alien world. Shine brightly.
Killing demon gods, suppressing demon cultivators, opening up human intelligence, and fighting for a place in the alien world for the human race.
In its bastard's head, it really couldn't figure out that the Minister of Rites was only a second-grade Confucian cultivator. How could he be able to summon the phantom of a Confucian saint?
But at this moment, he no longer has time to think about it so much.
Because the lifeless silhouette of the Confucian saint in front of him suddenly flashed with a flash of agility, and then he looked at Prime Minister Turtle.
"not good!"
Prime Minister Turtle's expression changed dramatically, and his body turned into a phantom, retreating quickly backwards. The surrounding world and the strange phenomena in the world followed his body shape changes, and retreated into the canal.
When the Confucian Sage saw Prime Minister Turtle, there seemed to be a trace of anger in his eyes, as if he had an innate dislike for the demon clan.
Without seeing any movement from him, a large golden character automatically popped up on the book in his hand.
