Uh-huh!
"Talking with words!"
Zhu Minghe suddenly used Wenzong's power to turn reality into reality, and unleashed countless sword lights, killing half of his fellow clan members around him almost instantly!
However, the billowing blood didn't even hit the ground, he grabbed it with one hand!
"Holy blood! Gather!"
Zhu Minghe raised his hand and instantly poured blood on the saint's manuscript "Collected Commentary on Mencius" in mid-air. The manuscript was instantly stained with blood!
boom!
The blood of the saints soaked the entire manuscript in an instant, and the holy power turned into blood. The boundless blood light instantly covered the surrounding areas, turning dozens of miles around into a sea of blood!
The momentum was so turbulent that it was shocking.
However, Yang Fan's expression remained unchanged. With a move of his hand, the "Book of Records" fell into his hands.
Suppressed by the blood light, the holy power on the "Book of Legends" became slightly dimmed. However, as Yang Fan instilled power, it suddenly showed a shocking light!
Even the endless sea of blood was suppressed by life and death!
"How can it be!"
Zhu Minghe looked shocked.
He used his clan's blood to inspire the Holy Ancestor's manuscript, how could it be suppressed by the other party?
In his opinion, this is completely impossible!
However, Yang Fan's expression was as calm as water.
"Nothing is impossible!"
Just because what Yang Fan used to activate it was the authentic power of ancient literature!
Rather than today's long river of literature!
Although hundreds of schools of thought still exist in today's long history of literature and Taoism, Confucianism and Taoism have continued to develop from generation to generation since Confucius and Saints, and Confucianism and Taoism have remained absolutely strong.
In later generations, the slogan "Abolish hundreds of schools of thought and respect only Confucianism" was even shouted!
Although the trip was not possible due to the cooperation of hundreds of schools of thought, it is an indisputable fact that Confucianism and Taoism are the strongest in the long history of literature and Taoism, and gradually occupy the main body of the long history of literature and Taoism!
Therefore, many people in later generations actually practiced Confucianism instead of Literary Literature!
So much so that the power is naturally weaker than the power of ancient literature!
boom!
The "Traditional Records" urged by Yang Fan evolved into a high-crowned phantom, finally tearing open the sea of blood in front of him, and Zhu Minghe let out a horrified cry.
He wanted to escape, but a big tendon wrapped around his neck, and he was suddenly lifted up into the air!
Other remaining Zhu family members were not spared.
Each and every one of them was lifted up by Yang Fan.
Clear the place completely.
Without Zhu Minghe's encouragement, "Mencius Annotations" gradually lost its brilliance. Yang Fan pinched it with a smile on his face.
"Halfway through the journey, someone came after me and brought me a manuscript of a saint! What good luck!"
He stuffed it into his arms without ceremony.
In front of him, a big tendon hung down.
Yang Fan looked at Zhu Minghe: "Come, tell me, who asked you to come?"
Zhu Minghe remained silent.
Yang Fan sneered: "Ridiculous persistence! Some people just have to suffer some pain before they are willing to speak. They have to speak sooner or later, why choose to suffer?"
"Forget it, if you don't want to say it, then don't say it!"
He mobilized his big tendons and twisted Zhu Minghe almost into a rice dumpling. Then, each one of them stabbed into Zhu Minghe's body. Zhu Minghe struggled hard as his mouth was strangled and he could not open his mouth at all.
But how could he break free?
Gurgling gurgling.
There was a lot of blood.
The crazy loss of blood made his skin gradually pale and shriveled, and then he looked like a corpse.
Yang Fan hung it upside down and shook it hard. After making sure that there was no trace of blood left, he completely threw his body to the ground.
Feel the power surging in your muscles.
As expected of the blood of a saint!
Even though I don’t know how many generations have passed, the mark of the saint still flows in my blood!
After Dajin absorbed the holy blood, Yang Fan could clearly feel Dajin's growth. Using the holy blood to nourish his demonic nature, the entire Black Bodhisattva seemed to become more and more monstrous!
Under Yang Fan's deliberate indulgence, everyone including Zhu Minghe was quickly swallowed up by the activated tendons!
"Demon blood, royal blood, holy blood..."
Yang Fan looked at the sinister figure like the shadow of a jagged tree, and his smile became deeper and deeper.
"Let's go!"
Yang Fan waved his hand, and all the corpses left on the ground turned into colorful lights and dispersed.
At this moment, a flash of panic suddenly flashed through his heart. Although it was only fleeting, it still aroused his vigilance.
He stepped straight onto the carriage, holding the last life-saving talisman tightly in his hand.
After hearing Yang Fan's instructions, four female warriors who looked like wild elephants quickly pulled the unconscious Zhang Chong up again and shook him to wake up: "The master has ordered us to leave!"
"oh."
Zhang Congxin quickly broke away from the four people and planned to step forward to drive the carriage.
However, just now they were oppressed by the momentum of the group of holy guards, including the horses they were riding on or pulling the cart.
Zhang Congxin glanced at the carriage and thought of his unsatisfactory performance just now, so he simply put the reins on his body.
"Set off!"
The carriage started again.
Zhang Congxin pulled the cart with flying speed.
The four female warriors looked at each other and could only follow quickly.
On the mountain in the distance, Zhu Ze looked coldly at Liu Xuan, who had gone and returned, and even blocked his move. A desolate and murderous atmosphere enveloped the surroundings.
"Brother Liu, your hand is too long!"
"Haha, not long, not long."
Liu Xuan waved his hands calmly, "I'm doing this for Brother Zhu's own good. Brother Zhu, don't thank me."
"Thanks?"
Zhu Ze laughed angrily, "So, I have lost an article of "Collected Commentary on Mencius" left by the saint ancestors, so why should I thank Brother Liu?"
Liu Xuan smiled and said: "We are friends, so there is no need to be polite! If you lure that person out, I am really afraid that Brother Zhu will die before you leave!"
After a pause, he said in a faint and meaningful voice, "You should actually think so. Now that so many people in your Zhu family have died, and even the saint's manuscripts have been lost, isn't it just right?"
Zhu Ze narrowed his eyes: "Brother Liu's words make me a little confused."
"I don't understand, okay, I just said it casually!"
Liu Xuan shrugged his shoulders, "I happened to be passing by here, and I'm heading to Nanchang Mansion!"
With that said, he walked slowly towards Nanchang Mansion.
As for the so-called convenient route, Nanchang Prefecture is in the northwest and Hangzhou Prefecture is in the northeast. I don’t know how he got there!
"Humph, old fox."
Zhu Ze looked at his back and then at the direction Yang Fan was leaving. His angry expression quickly subsided and became calm.
"What a bunch of rubbish."
Originally, according to his plan, all his troops were killed and the other party was crippled.
But now, he is dead, but the other party is unscathed. On the contrary, he has lost an additional manuscript and a holy order.
"Forget it, maybe as Liu Xuan said, this is just right!"
Doesn't this situation just show that the mind is getting stronger and stronger?
Even the closed disciple he trained has hidden such strength, and has even begun to murder the clan of the Neo-Confucian sage!
This is a war initiated by the Xinxue faction!
Since they want war, then Neo-Confucianism will give them war!
A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhu Ze's mouth, and his figure slowly disappeared.
"Hey, my investment goal cannot be harmed by you!"
Liu Xuan glanced back at this side: "However, no wonder he wants those two skills. Unexpectedly, he has become a heavenly being, secretly seeking the ultimate breakthrough in both muscles and flesh!"
"Once we achieve something, I'm afraid it may lead to thirteen levels of calamity! Fortunately, I can handle it!"
He touched his beard without any panic.
