Several Confucian children hurriedly put their hands together and typed out bold golden characters, barely swallowing the sword energy to resolve Kong Li's danger, Xiao Chen sneered, slapped his big hand, constantly rolling out the murderous aura of destruction, turning into crazy sword energy to strangle Kong Li. Kong Li's golden book was already dull at this time. There were thousands of holes and marks on this sect of strange treasure. Although there were golden glass, it was obviously much worse than before.

Kong Li trembled all over, obviously very angry: "Xiao Chen, you thief, I will never stop you."

Continuously slapping the golden books, golden words continued to emerge, and in the blink of an eye, three thousand gorgeous words continued to reverse and evolve. Looking at the origin of this method that many disciples of the great sects knew, they retreated one after another, and a few aphasia: "Three thousand golden words are Haoran."

At this time, Kong Li seemed crazy, and the golden book in his hand gradually lost its luster, but the three thousand words in the void became more and more grand. In a vague way, it seemed that a god was singing three thousand words.

Xiao Chen was also very nervous. The magic tricks that could move strange images were only a few sects in ancient times, and they were still in the hands of the Supreme Legacy.

Confucianism is worthy of being a great sect. Three thousand gold characters flashed vaguely, turning into three thousand lights, and flew towards Xiao Chen.

The onlookers shook their heads and sighed. The spells that can hook the strange images can only be spells that can hook the strange images. Obviously, everyone is not optimistic about Xiao Chen.

Throughout ancient times, thousands of years have passed, but there are so many supreme magics? It is a great fortune to be able to make one of them. This "Three Thousand Golden Characters Haoran Jue" is a perfect Confucian sutra, and even legendary Confucius's teachings on the ground was a contribution to human beings. It is bestowed on the way of heaven.

Although it is not verified, the three thousand golden characters Haoranjue are coexisted with the highest magic techniques of several major sects. The ancient major sects have not only profound backgrounds and abundant resources, but also the most important thing is to master the supreme Tao and supreme art, so that they can stand for thousands of years, change the world, and change the sun and the moon.

Even the little Taoist priests Ye Shuo and Lin Mei were extremely nervous. That kind of supreme magic is really not a roadside product, and each one has a copy. Although Xiao Chen inherits the Human Emperor, the Human Emperor's inheritance is in decline after all. No one knows how much Xiao Chen has mastered the true teachings of the Human Emperor.

Seeing that the three thousand lights were already entangled in the blink of an eye, Xiao Chen's heart tightened. The three thousand gold characters made people feel unavoidable, and the sing of the gods and the sing of the Zen songs of the gods also contained spiritual attacks like Buddhist techniques.

Even extremely powerful, not as gentle as Buddhism, but more arrogant and domineering, it is a feeling that the king wants his minister to die, but the minister has to die.

I felt weak in my heart. Although the three volumes of Taoist scriptures are unparalleled, I have never touched any strange images. Is it really impossible to have any clues under my crotch?

At this time, there was no way to retreat. Three thousand gold words were like an eternal cage, and the drawing of the ground was a prison to trap oneself. There was also a kind of saint majesty filled the place, and he was domineering and arrogant.

Xiao Chen's intuition was like falling into a bottomless abyss, and struggle was futile.

The three thousand golden characters are too domineering and murderous intent. Xiao Chen's body was covered with blood and blood, and large pieces of flesh and blood were constantly torn apart.

The little Taoist priest was anxious and was about to kill him. Lin Mei hurriedly stopped him and whispered: "Look at it again, I have a sense that your brother Xiao will be fine."

The little Taoist priest glared at Lin Mei hatefully and looked at the battlefield silently. Kong Li was extremely crazy, with his hair disheveled, his eyes were full of pride, and he kept cursing in his mouth.

"Xiao Chen, you're dead, you're dead"

Everyone shook their heads and sighed. It is a pity that the Human Emperor's body has not yet been fully developed, but it is about to disappear here.

Only a few disciples of the great sect breathed a sigh of relief. If the human emperor's body is perfect, he will definitely look down on the Taoist tradition of the human world and say one thing in a certain way. He is the real human emperor. His majesty cannot be blasphemed. There is no supreme holy religion, and he will not be polite to meet the emperor.

If Xiao Chen really had a great success in the Human Emperor's body, there would be no honor for many sect leaders. In front of the Human Emperor, even the head of the Great Sect bowed his head to perform the disciple's ritual.

This is the reason why the human emperors have made great contributions to the human race since the reproduction of the world for thousands of years. Each generation of human emperors corresponds to the disasters of heaven and earth and is born in response to the disasters. It is reasonable to be noble and unparalleled.

However, many disciples of the great sect have always lived like the Supreme Emperor. They have inexplicably produced more personal emperors and have to perform the disciples’ rituals in vain. How can they bear it?

Seeing that Xiao Chen was about to be completely wiped out by the three thousand gold characters, everyone thought it was a foregone conclusion. Unexpectedly, the incident happened.

The three thousand gold characters still domineering and majestic suppression of the void, shining with strange lights and dignified dignity. However, it became a dead object as if it had lost its life. It was no longer the majesty of the imperial way that invaded and devoured everything, and the void was silent.

Everyone's hearts were filled with tension, and three thousand gold characters died. Once this supreme magic trick was made, it seemed like he had his own life. If the master did not die, he would never lose his spirituality.

Everyone hurriedly looked at Kong Li, all of whom were sucking in the air, which was so scary.

A big arrow that was far beyond the ages and present passed through Kong Li's eyebrows and penetrated straight to the back of his head, completely penetrated through the entire head.

At this time, Xiao Chen, if the Divine Emperor is in the Chenchen, pulled out a golden arrow and turned into a golden bow to point at the remaining disciples of Confucianism. His murderous intent is so unconcealed.

In front of the gate of life, he finally realized something dangerously and dangerously. No matter how majestic and domineering the Three Thousand Golden Characters are, they are not far from the imperial way. There is no imperial way in the world that is more noble than the human emperor way. All imperial ways before the human emperor way were destroyed.

The golden bow is originally a holy weapon of the Human Emperor, with unparalleled killing. It is by no means simply pulling the bow and firing arrows. A thought arises, and the bow is also an arrow. It runs through ancient and modern times. In the hands of the Human Emperor, it can tear apart time and space into the hands of the Human Emperor to exterminate the enemies of the past and present lives.

Xiao Chen held the golden bow and looked down at the Confucian disciples, just like looking down at a group of ants. He spoke slowly: "Today, all Confucian disciples are about to die, and even if Confucius is resurrected, he will die."

The remaining Confucian disciples were shocked, and one of them shouted. "Xiao Chen, you are too arrogant, even if you are really the inheritance of the Human Emperor."

"But I don't look at the current era. There are many religions and a hundred flowers blooming, and they have passed the supreme position of the Human Emperor."

Xiao Chen sneered: "Do you all think the Human Emperor's inheritance has declined?" He slowly glanced at everyone.

Many disciples of the great sect looked hot, but they still pretended to be gentle and did not care at all.

Xiao Chen smiled and looked at the remaining Confucian disciples without saying a word.

The Confucian disciple who was shouting just now was proud and opened his mouth wide: "Xiao Chen, if you kill our young master, you should run away obediently. The Human Emperor has declined, or the Human Emperor's body should not be reappeared in the world."

Xiao Chen held the golden bow and was about to move, but his hand couldn't help but ease.

"Who said that the inheritance of the Human Emperor is declining and Confucianism? A mere little sect is worthy. I will send you to reincarnation first."

A figure flashed in the void, stepping on waves of ripples, the entire Dragon King trembled, and in an instant, he was approaching his eyes.

A bloody hand directly crushed the remaining Confucian disciples, and blood rain scattered bones. A tall bald evil man stood straight in the void, despising many holy sons.

Including Xiao Chen, the onlookers were sniffing in air conditioning. They killed the god of killing and said they could kill them.

Lin Mei looked at the bloody scum all over the ground, leaning against Ye Shuo with her hands trembling, and her face was pale and she wanted to vomit.

Only the little Taoist priest looked excited and looked at the bald man in admiration, ignoring Lin Mei's clothes, and bowed to the bald man with stars in her eyes, "Uncle, please take me away."

Xiao Chen had just put away his golden bow, but one of them didn't stand well and almost slipped down. The onlookers also looked at the little Taoist priest for no reason, and then looked at the bald evil man's huge body, and then looked at the little Taoist priest's weak and handsome appearance, and shivered in a strange and entangled manner. Lin Mei even shrank her hands and leaned against Xiao Chen's eyes and wanted to cry without tears.

The little Taoist priest scratched his head, and after a long time of rushing, he woke up and became anxious: "I meant to ask this senior to accept me as a disciple, not what you thought." He quickly waved his hands and defended everyone.

The onlookers did not comment, but at this moment they saw the curtain fall and there was no good show to watch. They all left together. The bald man, the Confucian disciple, and the three thousand golden-word masterpieces were shocked. Everyone was full of excitement and had new topics of talk.

The bald evil man rubbed his head with his big hand, looked at the little Taoist priest strangely, and then smiled embarrassedly.

"My name is Daniu, it's not the senior you mentioned. I'm about the same age as you."

Xiao Chen and his friends were all stunned. They were as big as that and their strength was so great. Xiao Chen looked at the big bull in a little surprised, but saw some tricks.

He asked hurriedly: "Big Niu, are you practicing physical skills and using your strength to break the Dharma?"

The little Taoist priest exclaimed: "This kind of method is rare. Except for the oldest sects, it is almost impossible to find in the human world."

The bald evil man just grinned with white teeth and smiled strangely ugly. Lin Mei shook a coldly. The murderer who had just now was so shy. Then he looked at Xiao Chen and the little Taoist priest and suddenly realized.

Xiao Chen looked at Lin Mei's strange appearance and asked curiously, "What are you thinking?"

Lin Mei rolled her eyelids and opened the topic: "Don't stand on the street and chat like this. Do you want others to appreciate your supreme charm?"

The little Taoist priest muttered: "Do you think I don't know what you want to say? You just feel that we are violent?"

Everyone was so sharp that although the little Taoist priest was low, he fell into his ears without saying a word.

Xiao Chen stroked his chin, approached Lin Mei in ambiguously, and whispered: "Little Niang, you have the most responsibility for this matter. I want to punish you well."

Lin Mei looked at Xiao Chen at each other, and looked at his unbridled eyes. She was a little scared and hurriedly said, "I didn't mean it, really, not,,"

The little Taoist priest saw Xiao Chen and Lin Mei's ambiguous look, and he tugged the corners of his mouth.

"It's either intentional, it's intentional."

He squeezed his eyes at the bald man. Although the bald man seemed kind, he was not stupid.

I immediately said viciously: "What I like most is the tender skin of a girl with fine skin. I don't like braised, steamed, swallowed in one bite, and it doesn't have to be digested. It tastes." Then I burst into bloody mouths, and my tongue kept rolling back and forth.

Lin Mei really couldn't figure out the tempers of these killing gods. They were all extremely weird. They couldn't do it well and really swallowed them. She was so scared that she took a few steps back.
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