"Tell me!"

Yang Xian squatted on the side of the man in blood lying on the ground and whispered: "What's the matter with these zombies? What's your intention to command these zombies to attack the city?"

The man in blood was lying on the ground, and a strange color flowed out from his blood-colored eyes, "Son of Confucianism!"

He sighed deeply, "What a young Confucian master!"

He was indifferent to Yang Xian's inquiry, gently tugged the corners of his mouth, laughed a few times, and his face suddenly became solemn.

A line of scriptures slowly echoed from his mouth: "In the past, the emperor was alive and saved countless sentient beings. Anyone who remembered the emperor's name was saved and would never sink into the sea of ​​suffering."

Every time he recited a sentence, his pale face turned red.

"Those with shallow foundations can become ghosts, and those with deep foundations can follow the emperor and live in the three realms forever without birth, old age and death."

Once this scripture was read, the man in blood had turned into a mummy body because of excessive blood loss. He actually swelled up.

His face appeared strange light, and he sat up slowly, his eyes disillusioned, as if his spirit had been connected to an unknown existence, giving people the feeling that his body was still there, but his spirit had been separated.

Yang Xian made a big warning in his heart. Before he could finish reading the scriptures, he slapped the man with his back hand, "Pretending to be a ghost, you can kill him!"

boom!

Yang Xian slapped his palm and did not hold back. When he took action, the wind and thunder were storming!

Just as Yang Xian's palm was about to slap the blood-clothed man's head, the voice of the blood-clothed man's chanting sutra suddenly became sharp and harsh, "If there is anyone who disrespects the emperor, all sentient beings in the nine heavens and ten earths can pull up their roots, causing them to suffer great terror, great suffering, and forever fall!"

His speech was extremely fast. When Yang Xian slapped his head with his palm, the last sentence "Eternal Destruction" of the man in blood was just finished.

A ball of blood suddenly appeared above his head, hazy, like smoke and fog, and bubbles covered his whole body.

Yang Xian slapped his palm and slapped it on the blood cover. A feeling of extreme toughness and strength rose from Yang Xian's heart. His palm slapped his palm and made a "pop" sound. The blood cover was rapidly deformed by him, but it did not break. When the blood cover was deformed, the head of the man in blood began to deform, gently eliminating Yang Xian's power, as if his head was made of soft mud, and could deform at will.

Yang Xiandaqi, "There is still such a thing?"

He put his palm back and pointed at him, "There are many evil ways!"

His fingers formed a sword. When he pricked him, a Tsinghua sword light, which was as water-like as the sword, was sucking and spitting through his fingertips, and instantly reached the blood cover.

This time, with a light "puff" sound, the blood cover could no longer hold on and was immediately destroyed.

Just as the blood cover was shattered, Yang Xian's face changed, and the figure standing in front of the man in blood suddenly faded. After a moment, his figure appeared a hundred feet away.

"boom!"

A huge sound suddenly sounded from where the man in blood was. A cloud of mushrooms formed by dust smoke slowly rose, the ground cracked, and the ground kept rising and falling.

The Bozhou City in the distance was shaken by the sound. The soldiers standing on the top of the city shook their bodies and almost fell from the city wall, causing an uproar.

"It's self-destruction again!"

Yang Xian looked at Mushroom Yun in front of him with a helpless look on his face, "I don't know who the emperor is in this person? This man in blood has a good skill. Not to mention an ordinary martial arts master, even an ordinary half-step sect facing this person, it may be difficult to get it!"

Xiang Xue's man in blood would never have more than a hundred famous people in the entire Zhou Dynasty. But even such a master was actually a crazy believer. When he knew that he could not escape Yang Xian's hand, he sacrificed his life without hesitation, intending to die with Yang Xian by self-destruction.

Logically speaking, when a martial arts master reaches the level of a master, he already knows himself, and fewer people will believe in anything.

Because only by recognizing yourself, controlling yourself, and controlling yourself, can the master of martial arts be able to go further, break the void, and gain a glimpse of the great way.

If you focus on faith, you will basically lose yourself and add a spiritual rope to yourself in vain. It is almost impossible to get out of here and move forward.

Only by controlling one's own id can one have the opportunity to understand that I am I. Without the self, there is no such thing as transcendence.

Whether it is the nine major sects such as Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, and Demons, or the thirteen sects below, their disciples rarely lose themselves in their practice.

Just like the Confucian school, although it worships ancestors of all generations in the Confucian Temple, it will never blindly worship their ancestors.

The Confucian school has always pursued the idea that the world must advance, and the future will be better than the present.

If future generations are not as good as those of predecessors, there must be something wrong with inheritance.

This leads to the fact that although Confucian disciples are full of respect for their predecessors, they never blindly follow them.

As for the children of the three families of Buddhism, Taoism and Demons, some Buddhist disciples never take Buddha seriously. The disciples of the Taoist sect have no desires and no desires, and completely cultivate themselves. They only believe in Taoism, not Taoism, but the disciples of the Demon Sect are even more lawless. They probably dare to do something after seeing the Demon Lord himself.

These outstanding disciples from famous sects have never been bound by the ancestors in their own sects.

The ancestors of the sect only set a lofty goal for them and gave them the motivation to pursue them, rather than simply asking them to kowtow and bow down.

Only those who are uninnovated and have ordinary qualifications will follow the ancestors step by step and follow the ancestors step by step.

But this is just admiration, not belief.

Because their ancestors have never kneeled down, as their disciples, they cannot kneel down.

Once your knees bent down, your whole person will be ruined.

Just like a disciple of Confucianism, he cultivates a sense of righteousness, uprightness and unyieldingness, rather than turning than bend.

After the word "man" was created by the ancestor of Confucianism, it was a standing image. Only by standing upright can one be qualified to be called a human.

If you kneel down, your breath will be dissipated. Even if you are a human being, you will be useless and you will not be able to practice the upright and upright mental method of Confucianism.

The Confucian disciples believe in the Confucian philosophy, which is to strive for self-improvement, rather than any wise ancestor.

Now, the man in blood who exploded, not to mention anything else, was already at the level of a half-step sect in martial arts. He should not have had a crazy feeling about any existence, but now this situation has happened.

When he was dying, he still recited scriptures with a pious look on his face.

Listening to the scriptures he read, you will know that he believed in an existence called the Emperor, not the Word in his heart.

From this point of view, this existence called "Emperor" is extremely amazing.

The ability to make a half-step sect devoutly feel so pious, which shows how great this emperor is.

After standing silently for a while, Yang Xian walked to the big pit formed by the man in blood-clothed self-destruction, scanned the scene and found a bone flute and a silver bottle.
Chapter completed!