His bones trembled and clattered.

The Confucian Immortals are so terrible that the real emperor can't handle a few moves at all.

"Do you think you can get rid of so many innocent people after killing them?"

"The magical power of all things is understood!"

The Confucian and Immortal floated up and fell down with one palm.

He had slashed the corpse with a palm and cut off a trace of strength.

With the help of the Supreme Technique, the power of restraint has been deduced. Therefore, under this slap, the dark gold skeleton collapsed inch by inch, and there was no chance to self-destruct. It was completely restrained and could not resist.

final.

A god fell.

Yuan Ling escaped from Guixu and survived his life.

"not good!"

The evil Buddha was creepy.

Nowhere to resist, turn around and leave.

The emptiness and formlessness are great, but they are not as fast as the Confucian and Immortals.

"You are the most cruel. I cannot forgive you the most if you kill the three heroes of the Demon Buddha."

"Great Zen universal art of saving things!"

Confucians stand proudly.

He is sacred and magnificent.

Press one finger and you will be a great ideal. May everyone in the world be like a gentleman, cultivate oneself, manage the family, govern the country and pacify the world.

This is the ultimate pursuit of Confucianism and Immortals, and I want to save the evil Buddha in the true emptiness.

boom!!!

A roar.

The evil Buddha was so scared that he exploded on the spot.

As a descendant of the Buddha Realm, he understood the horror of this supreme technique.

Although Confucianism is the power obtained by deception, it is ultimately beyond the True Emperor and can save him, so he has no hesitation to explode.

"pity!"

"After all, one step late."

The Confucians and immortals are unwilling to accept their hearts and vomit blood from their mouths.

The white Confucian uniform is dyed bright red, and it is dancing in the wind, like a kite with a broken string.

He reached the limit, and after the peak, there was an extremely violent backlash. This was the anger of the Great Dao, and the Supreme would tremble.

"Confucianism!"

The magic weapon rushed over.

It helped the weak Confucians and immortals.

"I have pills and many holy pills!"

"By the way, the Emperor of Heaven also gave us an immortal source, which will definitely save you!"

The Danxian was almost crying, and took out a box of elixirs and another green jade lotus seed. This is a fairy medicine, but also an immortal medicine.

"It's useless. The Dao wants to kill me, no pill is useful."

The Confucian immortal fell to the ground, weak, his face pale as paper, his body began to shrink, and he turned into a young child, wearing a wide Confucian uniform, looking fragile and helpless.

"Don't! I finally lived to this era." The Immortal grabbed the cold hands of the Confucian, and her tears couldn't stop falling.

The Confucians are the oldest and most powerful ones in the First Temple, and are also the elder brother who has always protected everyone. After finally getting together, they have to completely deviate from it.

Danxian was already crying and said even more: "Reign, you must hold on. Qin Li is the Yuanling of the Great Dao, and he will definitely save you."

Unfortunately, Qin Li was in trouble and was in hell. Even if he returned now, it would take three days.

"Don't be sad for me."

The Sangxian smiled with her pale lips:

"I heard the truth in the morning and died in the evening! I saw the unexpected beauty."

He turned his back, grabbed the corner of the elixir's clothes, and said with all his strength: "Tell Qin Li that he must practice the nine supreme techniques. This is the back-up move of the great way and also an opportunity to turn defeat into victory."

"Remember, tell me one thing..."

"he……"

The words are over.

People die like lamps extinguishing.

The little hand that was tightly pinched down, unable to hang down.

The clear pupils of the Confucian immortals dimmed and their light disappeared.

A blood mark broke into his eyebrows. This was the wound of the Great Dao, which cut off his soul and completely shattered his soul.

The nine supreme techniques are the backbone of the great way, and no one who infects them can survive.

"Confucianism--"

The two immortals cried out in a tragic cry.

My heart was like a knife, and I burst into tears.

The Confucian immortal died, and died in the robe of a wide blood-stained Confucian scholar.

With a smile, ideals, and heroic sacrifice, I died on a sunny morning.

He left peacefully, his brother and sister had nothing to do, and the world was peaceful.
Chapter completed!