Chapter 288: Borrowing Your Three Feet of Haoran, Inviting the Confucian and Taoist Saints

The news that Xiangyang City was broken could not be concealed at all.

Liu Guanshi, the Supreme Pillar State, fought desperately to stop the Yuan and Mongolian cavalry, but was eventually killed, wrapped in horsehide, and fell asleep in the yellow sand. This news could not be concealed either.

And the crown prince Zhao Shenyan led a team of ceremonial officials to seek peace talks with the Yuan and Mongolians, ready to cede land and compensate money to temporarily stop the Yuan and Mongolian cavalry. This news could not be concealed either!

The three pieces of news were more shocking than the other.

After being passed back to Lin'an, it caused an uproar.

The whole Lin'an was in turmoil, and many people felt a little absurd and speechless. Many generals were furious, and their hearts were boiling with murderous aura, but they could only hold the hilt of the knife and rage helplessly.

Liu Guanshi, the Supreme Pillar State, was once a peerless general. Before his death, he did not lose the title of peerless general. He chose to fight and show his warrior's temper.

They were not weak-legged, not timid, and did not bow their heads. They asked for peace and ceded?

Unless the Yuan Meng cavalry stepped over their bodies.

The civil officials in Lin'an City were also worried, because not only Liu Guanshi died, but also the crown prince Zhao Shenyan.

That was the crown prince, the heir to a country, although in the Great Zhao Dynasty, the emperor was always iron and the crown prince was always changing.

But...

The crown prince died in the hands of the Yuan Meng cavalry in an extremely humiliating way. It must be said that this was also a shock.

What the civil officials were worried about was that the Yuan Meng side did not seem to be willing to seek peace and insisted on attacking Xiangyang. This was not good news.

Their fear of the Yuan Meng emperor was deeply rooted.

Therefore, they were panicked and worried that the Yuan Meng cavalry would really kill Lin'an. Although they now had the support of the heaven, the development of the Ascension Land was too short, and there was also an Anle coalition army watching covetously.

They were naturally very worried.

As for the death of Liu Guanshi, for the civil officials, they would only put all the blame for the failure of the peace talks on him.

They would think that it was Liu Guanshi who insisted on fighting against the Yuan Mongols, which caused the Yuan Mongols emperor to be angry and humiliated, so the peace talks failed and there was no capital for peace talks.

In the Academy of Literature, many students heard the voice of the second master Pang Ji. Pang Ji had a respected status in the Academy of Literature, and was more important in the minds of students than the first master Zhu Huoxi and the former third master Wang Banshan.

Because Pang Ji had a close relationship with the court, many civil servants in the court were Pang Ji's students, so many students usually respected Pang Ji very much.

However, this time, Pang Ji raised his arms and shouted in the Academy of Literature, but no one responded.

They didn't dare to respond.

Attack the Yuan Dynasty?

They didn't have the courage, and besides... they felt that it was not the scholars like them who should attack the Yuan Dynasty. What could they, as scholars, do?

It was the fault of Liu Guanshi, the military man and the upper pillar of the country, that led to the Yuan Mongols' capture of Xiangyang City. Why should they, the scholars, bear it?

Therefore, no one agreed. Even when the highly respected Pang Ji mentioned it, they did not respond.

They even thought it was a joke.

Second Master... is he stupid?

……

After Xiangyang was broken, the Yuan and Mongolian cavalry continued to move south. Wherever they passed, they were invincible. The army of the Great Zhao Dynasty had no intention of resisting.

After all, the news that the crown prince Zhao Shenyan went to negotiate in person was also reported back, which shattered the belief of many warriors to fight desperately.

The court was planning to negotiate, so why should they fight for their lives? Is it meaningful to fight desperately?

Even if they resisted the Yuan and Mongolia, wouldn’t it be a peace talk between the court and the Yuan and Mongolian army in the end?

There is no meaning at all.

Therefore, the Yuan and Mongolia were unstoppable along the way.

Smoke and dust rolled, the earth shook, and the Yuan and Mongolian cavalry was like a dark cloud, covering from north to south.

However, unexpectedly, the Yuan and Mongolian cavalry did not do anything dangerous to the people and merchants in the broken city along the way.

This situation made many people confused and bewildered. Although the city was taken over by the Yuan Meng, at least... they were not massacred or persecuted.

Many people inquired carefully and found out that it was an agreement between the Yuan Meng emperor and the An family.

The Yuan Meng emperor was also a man of his word. Since he had promised An Le, he would not go back on his word. With his power, the soldiers in the Yuan Meng army were eager to move, but they still held back.

"Your Majesty, we don't actually need to abide by the agreement with An Le. How can we capture the city without taking spoils?"

In the queue of the Yuan Meng army, Marshal Tu Lei stepped onto the carriage of the Yuan Meng emperor and suggested to the Yuan Meng emperor with a smile on his face.

"After all this, I have to say that the development of Da Zhao over the past five hundred years has not been in vain. It is so rich. In terms of wealth, it is indeed much stronger than our Yuan Meng. It also really knows how to enjoy life. There are as many as five brothels in a small town... Tsk."

Tu Lei is a big man with big arms and a big waist. His biggest hobby is to comfort women who have lost their husbands and fallen into trouble. He rubbed his hands and couldn't help but admire.

Zuo Xiang Boyan gently waved a feather fan on the side, looking at Tu Lei with a smile.

How could he not see that it was Tu Lei's own thoughts.

Of course, Boyan also knew that for the Yuan Meng army, it was indeed a bit painful not to grab the treasure mountain in front of them.

However, after all, it was the Yuan Meng emperor who spoke personally, and they should obey it.

In the carriage, the Yuan Meng emperor slowly opened his eyes and looked at Tu Lei indifferently. There was a terrifying pressure in his cold eyes.

"Toure, if you don't want the power of the dragon vein, I can take it back for you. If you don't want to sit on the Marshal's seat, there are others who are willing to sit on it." The Yuan Meng Emperor's voice was very cold.

This indifference made Toure suddenly change his expression and he quickly knelt on the ground.

"I have already spoken, how many times do you want me to say it?"

Emperor Yuan Meng leaned on his chair, his body intertwined with essence.

Tu Lei hurriedly kowtowed. As Emperor Yuanmeng stepped into the eleventh realm, he accumulated more power and became more terrifying than before.

If they were still human before, then Emperor Yuanmeng now feels like a god to them!

As a strong man who had followed Emperor Yuanmeng for so long, Tu Lei naturally knew whether Emperor Yuanmeng was really angry or fake.

"Your Majesty, I was wrong, Tule was wrong."

Tu Lei said quickly, not daring to mention it again.

In the chariot, the other strong men were also silent and did not dare to say anything.

Zuo Xiang Boyan continued to shake his feather fan, chuckled and shook his head, looking at Tu Lei with pity.

"Do you really think that Gu is here to keep the agreement with An Le?"

Emperor Yuanmeng was tall and tall, and Dan Mo spoke.

Everyone was stunned, except Boyan who was not surprised.

Toure knelt on the ground, raised his head, scratched the back of his head with braids, and asked doubtfully: "Isn't it?"

Emperor Yuan Meng was speechless. With this guy's IQ, it was rare for him to reach such a high level. It was really not easy.

Zuo Xiang Boyan covered his mouth with a feather fan and couldn't help laughing.

"It is the power of the dragon veins of the Middle Earth that helps you to reach the tenth realm. To strengthen the power of the dragon veins, it is not feasible to kill indiscriminately. The people of Great Zhao were originally the people of the Middle Earth. Although the Great Zhao moved south, But the roots are in the middle-earth, so...if we attack a city, we will slaughter a city...the power of the dragon vein will only become more and more depleted."

Zuo Xiang Boyan said softly.

Emperor Yuanmeng's face showed admiration, and it was obvious that Boyan was right.

His burly body sat upright on the chair.

"I'm not afraid of An Le, so why did I make an agreement with him? Although we said we would attack Zhao together and attack the Immortal Land... but even if we don't do it together, so what?"

"Of course, since Gu has agreed, and there is a need for the power of dragon veins, it will naturally follow this need."

Emperor Yuan Meng leaned on his chair and said calmly.

"This is the last time I will say, if anyone asks again, I will be punished and the army will be more careful."

Zuo Xiang Boyan immediately clasped his fists and bowed, expressing his compliance with the order.

Tu Lei, who was kneeling on the ground, nodded repeatedly.

It turns out that it has something to do with the power of dragon veins... That really needs to be restrained.

Tu Lei can now step into the ten realms, but it is closely related to the power of the dragon vein. If it were not for the power of a dragon vein to bless him, it may take some time for him to break through the ten realms, or he may not even be able to break through.

Naturally, he cherishes this opportunity very much. He will be in a hurry with anyone who dares to destroy this opportunity.

suddenly.

The chariot slowly stopped.

Tu Lei was stunned: "What? De'an City is here?"

Zuo Xiang Boyan shook his head and frowned slightly, as if he had not expected this situation.

Emperor Yuan Meng's eyes were deep, and he was sitting on a chair without moving much. The power of the nine dragon veins around him was like nine divine dragons, intertwining and strengthening his Qi.

His eyes looked outside the chariot, as if he had seen through the chariot.

…

The morning light is dim, mist is floating on the field, the sky is dark, and the dewdrops on the grass blades reflect the light in the environment, like fireflies in the dark night.

In the wilderness, the green grass swayed slowly in the breeze, and hanging dewdrops swayed.

A figure came from the other end of the field, walking slowly and slowly, with a thin body, a stooped figure, and an old face...

In his dying years, it seems as if he will be blown down by a gust of wind at any time.

The figure was wearing a washed green shirt that was almost white, with a head full of white hair, flying messily in the wind.

On the other side of the wilderness, there was the Yuanmeng Iron Cavalry, a mighty and dense army.

The terrifying military power was like a blood-red flame, burning in the wilderness, soaring into the sky, distorting the world, shocking people's souls, and making their bodies tremble.

That is the number one army in the world, the Yuanmeng Iron Cavalry, invincible in all directions, destroying countless powerful enemies!

The old man's thin body slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with turbidity and a bit of relief.

Relieved because he was finally able to atone for what he had done.

The reason for relief is that only by facing the terror of the Yuanmeng Iron Cavalry can we understand why so many people are afraid of the Yuanmeng Iron Cavalry and choose to retreat and choose peace talks.

"However, when a country is in danger of life and death, how can we choose to retreat out of fear, throw our face to the ground, and trample on it to our heart's content? Scholars should not be like this. Scholars must not only have the wisdom to govern the country, but also have the ability to resist the enemy. courage."

The old man spoke softly, as if he was teaching his students in the black-tiled and white-walled building of the liberal arts college.

At this moment, there was no student behind him.

No one listened to his teachings but himself.

Among the Yuanmeng army, Tu Lei had already walked out of the chariot and stood on the chariot, wearing armor and squinting his eyes.

"Just an old man?"

"A mere old man, planning to stop Yuan Meng's cavalry on his own?"

A disdainful smile appeared on Tu Lei's lips.

This Zhao is really getting stupider and stupider.

He stood condescendingly on the chariot, looked down at the old man, and said with a sneer: "Old guy, you're not here for peace talks too, are you?"

Although they are separated by a wilderness, one is on this side of the wilderness and the other is on that side of the wilderness, Tu Lei's current state of mind can clearly reach the old man's ears when he speaks.

The sneer was also transmitted intact.

"To be sneered at like this..."

The old man's body trembled slightly.

However, he knew that the Great Zhao deserved it.

His face full of ravines calmed down, and he raised his head. His eyes were as deep as two stars in the night. He looked directly at the dense army, fearless and calm.

He saw Tu Lei standing on the chariot and said calmly: "No peace talks, come to atone for your sins, come... to attack Yuan."

The wind blew again in the field, blowing the green grass on the ground swaying and lowering their bodies.

The old man's words, along with the wind, reached the ears of every soldier of the Yuan and Mongolian army, and immediately there was a deafening sneer.

"Where did you come from, old thing, you are really not afraid of death... and you want to attack Yuan?"

"You are also worthy of attacking Yuan?"

"Are you here to attack Yuan alone?"

"Do you think you are that monster Anle? Or the reincarnated immortal in the Lin'an Mansion of the Great Zhao?"

Tu Lei did not hide his sarcasm, full of laughter and disdain.

Then, the laughter stopped, he raised his hand and pressed it down hard.

"Run over it."

The voice was cold.

One order!

The warhorse neighed, and the murderous intent between heaven and earth suddenly surged. The terrifying army turned into a bloody war god, trampling the earth, and the earth shook!

On the plain.

The old man in green shirt slowly raised his hands, swung a semicircle in front of him, and stretched out his feet in worn cloth shoes, also tapping a circle on the grass.

"Literary Academy, Pang Ji."

He said softly, and began to walk, the wind outlined his thin body.

He walked faster and faster, reciting the books of sages and the famous works that once belonged to him. In his body, there was a surge of his own righteousness, like a white python condensing around him, raising his head high in the plain, opening his mouth and roaring.

The dark Yuan Mongolian cavalry rushed over.

Wearing a thin scholar's robe, he was also running on the field, his white hair flying in the wind.

Like a mayfly, he crashed into a towering tree.

…

In the military carriage.

The palace in the carriage showed the scene on the field.

The Yuan Meng Emperor sat on the chair, his face did not change much.

"Who is he?"

The Yuan Meng Emperor said indifferently.

"Pang Ji of the Academy of Literature... The second master of the Academy of Literature is a person who is not to be feared. Zhu Huoxi, the first master of the Academy of Literature, is the most insignificant compared to Wang Banshan, the third master who has built a college in Xiliang City and is blessed by the Wenqu Monument."

"Because this person is too deeply involved with the court of Great Zhao, the disciples he trained are all civil servants for the court of Great Zhao."

"Our evaluation of him... a sour Confucian scholar, who has been corrupted by glory and wealth and has long lost his original intention of being a scholar, a sanctimonious Confucian scholar."

Left Prime Minister Boyan shook his feather fan and talked about his judgment.

"However, today's move is really a bit incomprehensible..."

Boyan said.

However, how could Pang Ji come here alone to stop the Yuan and Mongolian army and clamor to attack the Yuan?

Is there an entire army of scholars from the Academy of Literature behind him?

I heard that the scholars are as vast as a river, but one person can form an army.

However, looking at the thin Pang Ji who was charging alone... it seemed that the situation was not what he imagined.

Pang Ji... seemed to have no reinforcements.

"He has a heart ready to die."

The Yuan Meng Emperor said.

He slowly straightened up, looking at the old figure with a little... interest, and a little excitement.

...

...

In Jiangzhou City.

In the tavern.

It was drizzling, and the rain condensed into a bead curtain-like rain curtain on the window edge of the tavern, pouring down continuously.

Anle had already sorted out the harvest and was still drinking.

He could feel the extremely powerful aura in Jiangzhou City, which was the transformation that occurred when Lu Yishan, Li Youan and others were refining the origin beads.

The spiritual energy of the heaven and earth that was aroused was extremely majestic, causing the celestial phenomena to change.

This heavy rain will last for a long time, until they complete the breakthrough, the rain will stop and the sun will appear.

Suddenly, Anle paused in his action of raising the glass, and raised his eyebrows.

Inside the body, the fifth Mountain and River Cauldron was vibrating slightly. This Mountain and River Cauldron, which was refined with the help of the righteousness of the third mountain master Wen Lvshang, was very sensitive to the righteousness between heaven and earth.

At this moment, it seemed that something special was vaguely sensed.

"Someone extradited Haoran, and... it was an extremely huge Haoran?"

Anle was surprised.

In this world, there are only a few people who can arouse Haoran, and it is unlikely that they can arouse such Haoran...

"Literary Academy?"

Anle thought of a place he had never expected.

He looked to the north, which was the direction where the Yuan and Mongolian cavalry were heading south. Could this Haoran be on the way to fight against the Yuan and Mongolia? The scholars of the Literary Academy went to attack the Yuan?

Impossible.

Anle immediately rejected this point. The scholars of the Literary Academy... could not have such courage.

The Literary Academy in Lin'an had long since become a place for the powerful to gild themselves, and had long since become a place to pursue fame and fortune.

Those scholars no longer had such aspirations.

If the scholars of the Academy of Literature were still willing to go on a collective expedition to fight against the Yuan and Mongolian invasion, Anle would not have been able to take the Wenqu Monument away from the Academy of Literature, and there would have been no need to build another academy in Xiliang City.

Anle snapped his fingers.

A stream of light burst out, and the silver light was very brilliant.

It was the war puppet that he had not used for a long time.

As Anle's cultivation reached the level of the Ten Realms and Three Disasters, Zhan Puppet's combat power also reached the level of the Ten Realms and Three Disasters.

A war puppet of this level can be left to his own devices in this world.

Moreover, this war puppet is based on Emperor Yuanmeng's model. It has superior combat power, and with the blessing of Anle's trump cards, it can definitely become a first-class strongman in the world.

Although there are many powerful people in Jiangzhou City, Anle is still not at ease. After all, Lu Yishan, Li Youan, Old Heavenly Master and Old Sword Master are using the Origin Bead. Lu Yishan and Li Youan may not be able to attack the eleventh realm, but Old Master The Heavenly Master and the Old Sword Master have the capital to attack the eleventh realm.

Anle naturally needs to help them protect the law.

If Zhao Xianyou sends other Eleven Realms to cause trouble, Anle can at least stop him in time.

With a thought, the power given by the third-level soul river was extremely majestic and poured into the war puppet.

In fact, in just a short while, Anle's spiritual power had already detected the situation. It turned out that it was the second master Pang Ji who was fighting Yuan Meng alone.

"Atoning for one's sins and killing Yuan?"

"Did you realize your mistake?"

Enjoy a glass of wine.

For his second wife, Pang Ji, Anle didn't have much resentment.

There is no big grudge between them.

Now, seeing his second wife Pang Ji appear in the wilderness, attacking Yuanmeng alone, with the intention of dying, Anle couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

He felt a kind of sadness, a kind of powerlessness, a kind of self-blame and repentance from the second wife.

Perhaps, he felt that Lin'an Literary Academy became what it is today, and there were inseparable reasons from him.

Anle's real body never rushed, but with a flick of his finger, he controlled the puppet to go.

…

…

On the field.

The dense Yuanmeng cavalry instantly engulfed Pang Ji's body, like a terrifying river and sea swallowing up an inconspicuous reef.

Suddenly, the reef emerged from the water, standing motionless as if it had penetrated the turbulent water.

It surged like a tornado. Pang Ji pressed it with his bare hands, and several Yuanmeng cavalrymen wearing armor and stomach were crushed to pieces. The white python transformed by Haoran's righteousness twisted like a dragon, extremely domineering.

Just the first collision, Yuan Meng's cavalry, which he thought could be crushed, was actually torn open.

Every time Pang Ji landed his palm, he would beat the elite soldiers wearing armor and stomach to blood, and even kill them directly. The surrounding area was cleared by the awe-inspiring white python, leaving a vacuum.

In the face of a siege, the best way is to keep the surroundings empty so that you can have room for emergency response. If you are suppressed by a swarm of enemies, you will easily fall into passivity and require extremely fast reactions to deal with attacks from all directions.

Pang Ji obviously achieved this with ease.

"Ten realms!"

Tu Lei, who was standing on the chariot, had his eyes fixed. The next moment, his body disappeared from the spot. He was holding a big axe, swung it up suddenly, and smashed it down.

It has the power of cracking the mountain, and the power of the avenue is released, which is extremely terrifying.

The awe-inspiring white python collided with the big ax of the Pishan Mountain. Powerful air waves blew in front of the two, instantly exploding layers of soil. The weeds growing in the field were also torn apart by the terrifying force. Broken into powder.

Tu Lei roared angrily, and with the blessing of the power of the dragon veins, like a winding earth-colored divine dragon, it howled and bit into Pang Ji's awe-inspiring white python.

However, Pang Ji's face was full of grooves, but there was not much sign of perversion.

He withstood Toure's pressure without flinching and took a bold step forward.

Taking this step, the awe-inspiring feeling in his body surged up again, and Pang Ji's whole vitality, soul, and even everything in his life burned at this moment.

Haoran's white python ignited fire, became hot, and grew stronger, actually suppressing the power of the dragon's veins.

Tu Lei's face condensed slightly.

"I raised my arms in Lin'an, hoping to let the scholars in Lin'an come to attack Yuan Dynasty. Unfortunately... no one followed my footsteps. At that moment, I was confused. The students and officials who taught me... maybe it was all a mistake. ”

"But it doesn't matter. Today, I will respond to myself and come to defeat Yuan."

Pang Ji laughed.

His eyes were bright, and he raised his head to look at the morning light that tore through the clouds. His eyes were bright and full of energy.

"Today, I will lend you three feet of Haoran to attack Yuanmeng!"

Pang Ji shouted.

The words fell, loud and powerful, fierce and fierce.

Tu Lei, who was confronting Pang Ji, was shocked and felt a chill coming over him.

Pang Ji stared at the sky.

Suddenly, at the end of the sky, a figure slowly emerged. It was a puppet, with an unclear face and a burly body.

Dandan said: "I borrowed it from Haoran to defeat Yuan. It's for Haoran's sake. I borrowed it."

Pang Ji's body shook violently, his face was extremely complicated, and then he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Thank you Mr. An." Pang Jida said.

boom!

Tu Lei, who was confronting Pang Ji, trembled all over and felt a sense of panic in his heart.

Peace?

Where? where? !

He immediately got away, no longer confronting Pang Ji, turned into a stream of light and retreated to the chariot...

Inside the chariot.

Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes fell on the war puppet, his eyes were deep, and he vaguely felt a familiar aura on the war puppet.

However, at this time, he did not deal with the war puppet.

Instead, he looked at Pang Ji.

Borrow your awe from the awe-inspiring people in the world?

In the sky, the war puppet was suspended. He raised his hand, and suddenly the majestic sword energy surged down and penetrated into Pang Ji's body at an extremely fast speed.

Pang Ji's body shook.

He smiled gratefully, clasped his fists and bowed: "Mr. An, what happened in the past was all my fault. It is also my fault that the Academy of Arts is in the present state. Today I am not only attacking the Yuan Dynasty, but also atone for my sins."

The third holy mountain.

On the holy mountain, between small buildings.

The tall and straight body of the third mountain master walked out of the house and looked in one direction.

"Using Haoran to defeat Yuan?"

"The heaven and earth have righteousness, and are mixed and endowed with manifolds."

"borrowed."

The words fell.

The body of the Third Mountain Master suddenly erupted with a terrifying torrent of awe-inspiring righteousness. It was as white as a river and sea, pouring into the sky, crossing the clouds, and crashing towards the distant wilderness like a waterfall.

…

Jiangzhou City.

Wang Banshan was preaching in the city, and there were many students wearing Confucian shirts following him, listening quietly.

Suddenly, Wang Banshan stopped talking and raised his head to look in one direction.

His expression suddenly became very complicated.

"Second Master...you will find your way back when you have gone astray."

"The biggest fault is not yours. What's wrong is the general environment of Lin'an. What's wrong is those students who are unstable."

"However, today you are fighting against Yuan alone and are determined to die. I will not disappoint you."

"You and I have also sat and talked with each other, appreciated poetry and paintings, gone boating on the lake, and exchanged knowledge..."

"I borrowed it."

The second wife, Wang Banshan, sighed, holding a scroll of sages' books, his Confucian shirt suddenly flew up, and the explosive force poured into the sky and crashed into the sky.

…

Beside the ancient road, in the pavilion.

The official Zhu Huoxi, with his scholar's shirt flying, his hands behind his back, and his eyes complicated.

He didn't say much, didn't express much emotion.

He said everything that needed to be lamented and said to Pang Ji in front of Basho in the Academy of Literature.

Now, Pang Ji borrowed Haoran, so he borrowed it.

A powerful force burst out from the pavilion.

…

Xiliang City.

In the academy, the Wenqu stele standing quietly suddenly glowed with starlight.

A little bit of awe surged out from it, turning into a long river and rushing towards the horizon.

…

…

On the field.

Pang Ji raised his head, his eyes filled with tears.

He looked at the awe-inspiring lines emerging from the sky, and felt a mixture of emotions in his heart.

If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.

Today, what he hears is the same way.

Only then did he know how to reach a state of like-mindedness with these people. Now he knew that he could die at night.

He felt the vastness of too many familiar people.

He felt the awe of Wang Banshan who had become a stranger, and still remembered those years with Wang Banshan.

"Pang Ji, thank you all."

Pang Ji cupped his fists and bowed, holding the ceremony.

next moment.

All the vast rivers flowed into his body.

Boom boom boom!

Pang Ji's body flew up directly and was suspended in mid-air. He was no longer old, his white hair turned black, his ravines were gone, his glory was like time flowing back, his crotch was gone, he was as tall and tall as a pine tree!

Pang Ji's whole body began to glow.

He bathed in the aura borrowed from all the awe-inspiring ones in heaven and earth.

Laughed loudly.

The aura on his body continued to rise. His cultivation level, which had only entered the Ten Realms and One Disaster for the first time, actually broke through the shackles at this moment and continued to rise.

Ten Realms, Two Disasters, Three Disasters, Half-Step Venerable, Origin Realm!

Climbing up!

at the same time.

Behind Pang Ji, a huge light and shadow formed by the awe-inspiring aura emerged.

"Today, I will lend you Sanchi Haoran to invite Confucian and Taoist saints to defeat Yuan Meng!"

The light and shadow of the saint appeared on Pang Ji's back.

He raised his hand to draw a circle, and a huge palm appeared in the vastness of the world, slapping Yuan Meng's cavalry army from a distance.

"Today, I invite Emperor Yuan Meng to die."

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