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He didn't say it directly.

Chu Xun understood.

The Palace Master of Huangtian Palace understands.

The master of Vientiane Palace understands.

People like Huang Gong also understand.

There was a touch of despair in their hearts, and the hope that had just emerged in their hearts was destroyed like this. How sad. Some people still refused to give up and asked: "Where is Daozhou, what is their attitude?"

"Don't count on it. The Martial God of the Qin Dynasty rushed to Daozhou in person. No one in Daozhou can step outside the boundaries of Daozhou!" Zhang Ji said.

despair.

Completely filled the heart.

The huge teleportation array just established.

That feeling of joy.

Also gone.

"Is the sky going to destroy my wilderness state?" At this moment, a saint-level monk couldn't help but feel the chaff in his body, with hot tears in his eyes, feeling hopeless and helpless about the unknown situation in the wilderness state.

Originally, there were still people who fought hard, but the Qin Dynasty's army gave them suffocating pressure even before they were dispatched. In despair, they couldn't even see any chance of life: "Elder Chu...!"

Zhang Ji and the others looked at him.

The people in Huangzhou were also watching.

The master of Huangtian Palace.

The master of Vientiane Palace.

But became silent.

At this time, even if Chu Xun left, they would not blame him. Facing such a supreme dynasty, the oppression was too strong, too suffocating, and powerless.

"Let's go back!"

"Tell the dean!"

"Thank you for the photo!"

"Chu Xun is willing to live and die with Huangzhou!"

Those understated words uttered from the mouth of the man in green shirt made everyone in Huangtian Palace flush with shame. Thinking of driving Chu Xun away and driving out of Huangtian Palace in the past, they felt self-blame again and secretly cursed: "The last Dou Zhan Palace Master, Zhen Te Niang, is nothing!"

Zhang Ji and others did not show disappointment in their eyes, but instead showed admiration and unparalleled support for Chu Xun's decision. They were the main battle group. If Chu Xun just gave up Huangzhou and let them be disappointed, this time they could If they give up Huangzhou, they can give up Ruzhou next time, and this unwavering belief also makes them feel safe.

"it is good!"

Zhang Ji and others came and went in a hurry, and moved out of the teleportation array in the blink of an eye.

at this time.

Ruzhou.

The atmosphere is dignified.

Even ordinary Confucian cultivators feel a completely different atmosphere, which is the oppression of several quasi-emperors. They are either entrenched in the sky like a Buddha, or are staring indifferently like the unparalleled god of war, and some even have the sun, moon and stars in their pupils. Changes and disillusionment, all this is too spectacular, and the breath that overflows invisibly makes the heaven in this world tremble slightly.

If this series fights.

A complete explosion.

Will destroy the way of heaven.

Defeat Confucianism.

"Amitabha!"

"donor!"

"Don't you dare!"

The eminent Buddhist monk who was sitting cross-legged outside was still smiling, but underneath his compassionate smile was hidden evil intentions. He was provoking Confucian monks and wanted the Confucian monks to come out and play chess with him, and he was sure that the Confucian monks would not dare to go out. Such unscrupulousness caused the blazing light of Buddhism to creep into Confucianism, making the Confucian monks feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Wow!"

A burst of light came.

The location of the academy.

Dean of the academy.

The helmsman of the Palace of the Holy Way.

They were all there, looking with eyes full of wisdom, but some of them had not seen Chu Xun in the crowd. There was a bit of disappointment in their eyes. Is Chu Xun still unwilling to come to Ruzhou to take refuge?

"He refuses to come!" Zhang Ji shook his head and repeated what Chu Xun said.

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

The somewhat slovenly little old man at the helm of the Holy Sacred Palace laughed heartily and received a move. Far away in the ancestral land of the Holy Sacred Palace, there was a large Confucian robe and a Confucian crown. He shouted: " Invite the Holy Master!"

"boom!"

Everyone in the academy was trembling. They looked around in disbelief. They saw this sloppy little old man straightening his back at this moment. His clothes and face, which had not been taken care of for many years, were reflected by his words: The spring breeze is for me. Whisk!

A wisp of breeze passed by.

Cleanses hair between hair strands.

The shabby robes on his body were also taken off, and some were just clean and bathed in the spring breeze. Wearing the Confucian robes of the Holy Master, he should have taken a bath three days in advance, but due to the situation, he swept away his clothes with the breeze, Respectfully carrying the saint's robes in the most sacred manner, all the Confucian cultivators looked serious at this moment.

It is to the most holy teacher.

Also to this little old man.

Even though his clothes can be criticized as Confucian disheveled, when the little old man looked down upon him, he was still the helmsman of the Palace of the Holy Spirit and the highest power controller on the surface of Confucianism, representing Orthodoxy, declaring the sovereignty of Confucianism, even the dean of the academy looked at it with respect at this time.

"Dean!"

Someone from the academy lineup said softly.

The helmsmen of the Supreme Holy Palace invited the ancestral robe so boldly, how could they show weakness? As for those words of admonishment, no one said it at this moment, because no one could stop him who carried the robe and crown. Likewise, No one is willing to stop them at this time. A group of Buddhists who recite scriptures all day long are making such a noise at this moment. Do they really think that no one can check and balance them?

"Please invite the ancestors!" The dean of the academy also looked solemn.

"Ha ha!"

"I won't wait for you!"

After inheriting the ancestral weapon, the helmsman of the Supreme Holy Palace laughed loudly and looked up to the sky, shouting: "At this moment, I am at the border of Ruzhou!"

"brush!"

The figure disappeared.

As usual.

He wouldn't be able to directly cross such a distance, but with the blessing of a Confucian crown and a Confucian robe, he would appear on the border of Huangzhou without any hesitation even if he was on the so-called rush, and his figure would appear almost out of thin air.

outside world.

Four quasi-emperors.

Looking forward to it.

Among them, the body of a Buddhist monk was filled with holy light, and his back was condensed with the rays of the sun, threatening Confucianism. But suddenly he seemed to see a tall Confucian scholar crossing the river of thousands of years and arriving here. , the pupils shrank slightly at first, and his mind was shaken instantly: "The Holy Master?"

He was shocked!

"boom!"

Then he saw the helmsman of the Palace of the Holy Saint gently flicking his sleeves, and a violent storm swept past. The eminent monk instantly took the seal with both hands, and a golden and magnificent image of the Fudo Ming King was summoned by him, just like An ancient Buddha stood there quietly, with his hands clasped together, and behind him he held the Demon-Conquering Pestle, the Jie Dao and other Taoist weapons.

"Boom~!"

A powerful storm swept in, and the other three quasi-emperors also showed horror. They stared at the rising Dharma Prime Minister and said fearfully: "The Dharma Prime Minister of the Fudo Ming Dynasty is revered as the strongest protective magical power in Jiuzhou. Looking at it, no one in Jiuzhou can match it in terms of body protection, even the physical body of Zhanzhou is far inferior!"

Do not move Ming King.

Not moving like a mountain.

When it sits cross-legged, it is a symbol of physical invincibility. No one can easily tear this dharma image apart. It is almost praised as invincible in the same realm, but there is a flaw that is that it cannot move when the dharma image explodes. However, this Under the strong protection, it seems to be insignificant.

"laugh!"

"Hey~!"

A wisp of wind.

Seems weak.

But it's like cutting off bones.

When it first shined, it could cover the sun in the sky. At this moment, it dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the Buddha's light all over his body was also fading away. This made the Buddhist monk see beads of sweat on his forehead, and he looked at it in horror. Looking at the old man, he still didn't know the reason.