Chapter 1844 (1/2)
One after another, all of them are the strong and elder Dharma protectors of Confucianism. They have been paying attention to the movement of Wufeng.
Many figures fell on the top of the mountain, and it was Confucius who was the Supreme Master and the second elder.
A pair of eyes are closely looking at the seventh Wufeng, and their eyes are trembling. From the seventh Wufeng, there is a powerful power of witchcraft, just like a sleeping God waking up
”HISHI...”
The space fluctuates, and an old man with a fairytale and moral character quietly emerges in the void. His Confucian robe is eye-catching with the green bamboo patterns of landscape painting. His silver hair and gray whiskers are fluttering. His eyes are shining and looking forward, his eyes are filled with waves.
More and more powerful and elder Dharma protectors from the whole Confucianists came to the scene and were agitated by the movement on the seventh Wufeng mountain.
At this moment, the movement on the seventh Wufeng is becoming more and more intense, and the talisman and secret patterns are fluctuating, as if there is something alive.
Meng Yutong and Xun Kewei two female figures do not know when, also fell on the side of Kong Yuqi.
Looking at the movement of the seventh Wufeng in front of her, the two women's moving cheeks showed the color of excitement and surprise, and their eyes were rippling.
At the moment, they can clearly feel that there is an endless stream of magic power from the seventh Wushan peak, with an ancient pressure, which makes their spirits tremble.
”Is there something about him?”
Meng Yutong's eyes were shocked. After three months, he finally got the news.
In the past three months, Meng Yutong was very strange. The purple robe figure on the Wufeng Tianlu, like a road to heaven, had been lingering in her mind, as if it had been branded in her mind.
”Boom...”
The seventh Wufeng roared, the earth moved and the mountains rocked, just like an earthquake. There was light in the sky, and the wind and clouds were surging. The world seemed to suddenly fall into the night.
Only the seventh Wufeng is shining, just like a volcanic eruption, and the power of witches comes from the void.
”What a strong pressure!”
Under the great power of ancient witches, the strong Confucianists on the scene also turned red. Even if they used the skills one by one and used treasures to resist, they also had a feeling that it was difficult to resist.
”Long...”
Suddenly, the sixth, the fifth, the fourth until the first Wufeng lights up at the same time, the rune sweeps across, the light is dazzling.
In the shaking of the earth and mountains, the vast power of witches swept out of the void, shaking the ancient world of Confucianism.
”What is that?”
All of a sudden, some strong Confucianists and their children exclaimed.
Under all eyes, the seven Wufeng tremble, and on the seventh Wufeng, the brilliant runes surge like an obscene day, reflecting the vast ancient world of Confucianism.
In an instant, there is a magic ghost emerged, on the sky, a huge ghost of the magic emerged.
Three months ago, Du Shaofu passed away in a flash, but now it appears again.
The gods and Demons roar around, and the virtual shadow of the witches looks down on all living beings. The power of the God of witchcraft flows around the shadow, as if it came from the ancient time and space.
”What a terrible pressure, it can't be resisted!” The Confucianists have elders trembling.
The huge shadow of the witches reflected the whole Confucianism, sending out the spirit of eternal vicissitudes.
”BAM Bang Bang...”
There are strong also can not resist that terrible pressure, legs paralyzed directly kneel down, the spirit is trembling for it.
”This is the statue of the witch!”
In the void, at the moment, the immortal old man couldn't help shaking, and his mind was shaking.
He knew the origin of the virtual shadow, which was the holy image of the witch God, from the Confucian legend!
Under the terrible pressure, the huge shadow of the witch god suddenly burst out from the sky like a scorching sun. Finally, in the shocking eyes of the Confucianists below, a ragged purple man appeared in the void above the seventh Wufeng.
The purple robed man stepped into the void with his eyes closed, surrounded by the shadow of gods and demons. The glittering and shining talisman and secret patterns move around the void, making it look like a god!
The terrible power of the sorcerer all around him is now diffused from his upright figure