Chapter 1992

If he had gone down with a stick before, I am afraid that he would have been beaten to ashes at this moment!

Compared with the previous killing of Huangfu Xun, Ye Tianze's strength has been improved again, and it is not a star.

These Confucian cultivators were all at the same level as him, but Ye Tianze easily took the slashed sword and beat the opponent into a powder with one punch.

That is to say, Ye Tianze can also punch him into powder now, which makes Yuan Mo's heart shudder, and he is glad he didn't do it before.

But he didn't know that if his stick fell, Ye Tianze would really be beaten to death.

And it is the form that cannot be recovered and can only be turned into death.

It was only after he obtained the 9th-turn golden pill, plus treasures like the Xuanhuang Yuanshi, that his star pattern and Yuanli recovered.

In the process of recovery, Ye Tianze's Zhou Tian cosmos was also stabilized in the previous high-intensity battle.

Of course, this has the effects of the 9th-turn golden core and the Xuanhuang Yuanshi, especially the 9th-turn golden core. After the body has been restored, the star pattern has more than doubled compared to the previous one.

The Xuanhuang Yuanshi expanded his own Heavenly Gang and Earthshade, and the thousand and eighty Xingxuan made the original Zhoutian universe more solid and thicker than before.

This also made Ye Tianze believe in the words of the Martial Dao Tiandian, the resources in Myriad Realms have given him very little improvement.

Only the resources in the heavens can make him further improve.

Although the remaining Confucian strongmen were shocked by Ye Tianze's cruelty, they did not escape because they knew that they could not escape at all.

It was at this moment that Saint Master Jiechi erased the Ming Dynasty and gradually returned to its original form.

The head of the Confucian sect strongman flashed light in his eyes, and immediately bowed to the holy teacher Jie Chi, saying, "Liang Qing, the younger disciple of Confucian sect, respectfully ask the holy teacher to take action to subdue this demon."

"Respectfully ask the Holy Master to take action and surrender to this demon!" A group of Confucian disciples looked respectfully and worshipped the pilgrim Master Jie Chi with a pious tone.

When Ye Tianze heard this, he felt a little uneasy. He knew the power of this holy teacher's ruler, and he could even erase it in the Ming Dynasty. It must have surpassed Kong Wu by many times, but it didn't really bring out the full power of the divine artifact. Power only.

If the artifact spirit in it is really moved, it will be a more terrifying crisis than encountering Kong Wu. His newly recovered body is afraid that it will be destroyed quickly.

Almost immediately, he rushed towards the holy teacher's ruler, and a group of Confucian sect powerhouses saw this, their faces changed greatly, and Liang Qing, the leader, shouted: "Bold and evil, you dare to blaspheme the holy teacher's ruler, take it immediately. Open your dirty hands, or..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Tianze, who stretched out his hand to grab the holy teacher's ruler, suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis erupting.

"not good!"

He reacted at the first time, launched the star escape technique, and escaped from this place.

However, his body suddenly felt like he was being pressed down by a hundred thousand mountains. When he turned his head, the holy teacher Jiezhi had already hit him.

The ruler contains a power of enlightenment, and all living beings cannot resist this power of enlightenment. Ye Tianze's chaotic will, under this power of enlightenment, can't even come out of the sea of ​​consciousness, but shrinks into a ball.

The most terrifying thing is that in addition to the power of enlightenment, the power of the holy teacher's ruler itself has not yet fallen, and the star pattern on Ye Tianze's body is close to collapse.

If this is beaten, it is estimated that the effect is similar to that of the Confucian monk who punched him just now, and he will be beaten into powder.

"Chong"

There was a loud noise, and at this moment, a golden light flashed and enveloped Ye Tianze, blocking the huge power of this foot.

The surrounding void collapsed directly under this sound wave, Yuan Mo and those Confucian sect powerhouses were both bleeding from the shocking seven orifices and seriously injured.

It was the golden bell that covered Ye Tianze, and the little bell saved Ye Tianze's life at a critical moment.

However, after all, the small bell is not in full shape. The small bell's body is deformed by this ruler, and the center is directly concave.

"You have to remember, Lao Tzu saved your life just now. If you have something good in the future, if you keep it hidden, you have no conscience!" Xiao Zhong immediately complained.

Ye Tianze was a little moved, but he didn't feel well. Although he was blocked, the shock still caused him to vomit blood, and the star pattern on his body collapsed.

Fortunately, the power of Jiuzhuan Jindan has not completely disappeared, otherwise, he will be seriously injured at this moment.

"Why don't you talk to him?" Ye Tianze said, "It's an artifact of good fortune, why bother each other!"

"Talk about it, this old sect of Confucianism can't talk about it at all, not to mention that you killed his Confucian disciples so unscrupulously, and you were awakened by these Confucian disciples. His true spirit, you think he will let you go. ?"

Xiao Zhong said, "Besides, strength is the most important thing. With the way I am now, how can I have the right to talk to him!"

"Fortune artifact also says that the strong are respected?" Ye Tianze said in surprise.

Xiao Zhong took Ye Tianze and used the huge force of the ruler just now to escape directly from here. Those Confucian monks reacted and found that the holy teacher Jiechi was also chasing after them, and had already disappeared in front of their eyes.

"That thing...why is it so familiar?" Liang Qing thought of the golden bell just now.

But he couldn't remember it for a while, because the golden bell had disappeared for a long time, and he had only seen pictures in the classics.

The rest of the Confucian cultivators naturally needless to say, let alone the golden bell at the moment, which is not a complete form at all.

However, they know that the crisis has been lifted, and even Ye Tianze, the great enemy, will be beheaded by Saint Master Jie Chi, which is certain.

The holy teacher Jiechi is the divine artifact of Confucianism. If Ye Tianze can't be killed, then it is not called the divine artifact of good fortune.

Yuan Mo saw that something was wrong, and he had no plans to fight these Confucian strongmen, and immediately fled back to his chaotic homeland.

Liang Qing and the others did not plan to follow the Saint Master Jiechi, they turned their attention to the chaotic homeland, and said: "Master Kong Wu died, and the sword book has not been taken back, if we go back like this, I am afraid we will not be able to live! "

"Destroying these beasts in the chaotic homeland is also an account!" A group of Confucian monks were boiling with murderous intent.

In their opinion, the monks in these chaotic homes are not monks at all, but a group of beasts, and people will not reason with beasts.

Liang Qing nodded in agreement, he came to the front of the grand formation, and said in a commanding tone: "Open the formation immediately, and those who dare to resist will be killed without mercy!"

If the person guarding the entrance is a cultivator from other forces, they will definitely hesitate, but it is the Anbu cultivator who guards the entrance.

They didn't even think about it, they directly urged the big formation to cover Liang Qing and the others.

Liang Qing's complexion changed greatly, and they quickly got out of the big formation. Although they were in the Ruins Realm, they didn't have the crushing strength like Kong Wu.

"Damn!"

Liang Qing, who was repeatedly frustrated, was furious, "I limit you to wait within three breaths and open the great formation, otherwise, the Confucian Sect will wipe out the chaotic homeland!"

Three breaths passed, and there was no sign of the big formation opening at all. A group of Confucian monks looked at each other, suddenly not knowing what to do.
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