Chapter 2815 Wei Yuan falls and suppresses the Witch God

The chests of the four high-level monks, Sarun Agu, Joan of Arc, Irbu, and Uda Pagoda, were hit by a stream of clear air that almost swept across the world. They were like leaves in the wind, and their bodies were quickly destroyed.

The four top experts fell far away, their auras extremely weak. The combined sword of the four people had surpassed the first-level realm, but under the kick of the Confucian Sage, they were still wiped out.

Emperor Jeanne's aura was unstable, and the black light entwining around his body turned into black flames, backfired on himself. He practiced the Taoist sect's method. Because he relied on Qi Luck to practice, he had to endure the pain of karma burning his body. In the past few decades, During the year, relying on the emperor's identity and status, he firmly suppressed the karma fire. But just now he was injured by the pure air of heaven and earth, his breath was weakened, and the fire of karma immediately began to bite back.

Emperor Jeanne took a deep breath and breathed in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The body of the Yang God, known as the Taoist sect, was indestructible through all tribulations. The golden light was bright and the glass was flawless, extinguishing the fire of karma.

Wei Yuan's face instantly turned pale. Feeling the power in his body, he did not take advantage of the victory to pursue the victory and completely kill Emperor Jeanne and others. He did not have much time and there were more important things to do. He turned around and walked towards the altar. go.

The powerful power of the Confucian Sage continued to destroy Wei Yuan's body. If it were not for the protection of the Confucian Sage's carving knife and the sub-sage Confucian crown, he would have been unable to withstand this huge power.

The great wizard Sarun Agu collapsed on the ground, his expression pale, his cloudy eyes looked at Wei Yuan who was walking firmly, and he spoke.

"Wei Yuan, you are amazingly talented. Even the two first-class martial artists, Taizu and Wu Zong, are not as good as you. Even if the Witch God breaks free from the seal of the Confucian Sage, you can be alone, so why should you seek death?"

Wei Yuan turned a deaf ear and kept walking without hesitation, just like the poem Xu Zisheng recited, which ended the affairs of the king and the world and won his reputation both during and after his death.

Wei Yuan is not for great service, nor is he loyal to the king, but for the people of the world. If the wizard god escapes from trouble, he will surely destroy all living beings and destroy the country. He is also a scholar, so he naturally knows the principle that if you are prosperous, you can help the world, and if you are poor, you can be alone. Thousands of people, I am going!

Wei Yuan stepped into the void, followed by the phantoms of Confucian saints, approaching the altar, and suddenly a barrier stopped him.

This barrier was intangible and qualitative, invisible but tangible. It stood in front of Wei Yuan, preventing him from entering the valley where the altar was.

The only person who can withstand the power of the super-class is the super-class. This is the power of luck that the Witch God uses to start affecting the real world and wants to stop Wei Yuan's footsteps.

The corners of Wei Yuan's mouth curled up slightly, his eyes were extremely indifferent, he raised the carving knife in his hand, and lightly slashed towards the invisible barrier, breaking through the Witch God's blockage, and stepped into the valley.

The altar is dozens of feet high, only slightly shorter than the mountain peak. Wei Yuan raised his head and glanced at the towering altar. The stone layers were stacked on top of each other, with a total of ninety-nine levels. At the end was the god believed in by the Witch God Cult and the founder of the wizard system.

Wei Yuan raised his feet and stepped onto the first step. Suddenly, endless murderous intent emerged from the void and surged towards Wei Yuan. The whole world seemed to be repelling Wei Yuan's arrival and wanted to kill him.

Wei Yuan's expression remained as usual, facing endless murderous intent and heavy pressure, he stepped on the second step again. The shadow of the Confucian saint cast a clear light, trying to resist the pressure.

Wei Yuan raised his head, shook his head slightly, his expression was firm, his eyes were full of gentle light, and he said softly.

"No need to do this, I can do it!"

Wei Yuan summoned the Confucian Saint, not to kill the enemy, but to seal the Witch God. If the Confucian Saint's heroic spirit was consumed too much on this step, the remaining power would not be enough to seal the Witch God.

The second floor, the third floor, the fifth floor, and the seventh floor. Every time Wei Yuan stepped on a step, the murderous intention between heaven and earth became more intense and the pressure became heavier, but Wei Yuan's back remained straight, never Will be crushed, extremely resilient.

Two feet traverse the earthly road, and one shoulder carries all the sorrows of the past and present.

Every time Wei Yuan took a step, a crack appeared in his body. His whole body was like broken porcelain that had been put together. There were cracks all over his body, but the green clothes he wore did not pause at all. As he climbed up the stairs, the heaven and earth cages looked like decorations. There are nineteen flights of stairs, and you can climb directly to the top in one go.

Since ancient times, only two people from the Central Plains human race have ascended the altar of the Wushen Religion. One is a Confucian saint from 1,200 years ago, and the other is the current Great Military God Qingyi Wei Yuan.

The great wizard Saren Agu's face changed slightly, he sighed and said in a deep voice.

"Wei Yuan, it is a general trend for the Witch God to escape from trouble. The Confucian sage has fallen long ago. Even if you seal the Witch God this time, the seal will eventually be broken in the future. Why should you be a chariot with only one arm? Isn't it good to be alone?"

Wei Yuan did not answer and was silent. Silence was better than sound at this time. This was Wei Yuan's answer.

Seeing this, the great wizard knew that Wei Yuan was determined, so he had to use the last resort. His fingertips lightly slid across his wrist, letting the blood flow, and he pressed the seal with his hand. The sound was like a bell, which spread throughout the world.

"Offer a sacrifice to the Witch God."

Beside them, the two third-level wizards didn't hesitate at all, with serious faces. They each cut their wrists and performed the same technique.

The three high-level wizards had blood flowing from their wrists. The blood was like threads, turning into crimson light, and strands of it floated towards the altar in the distance and towards the sculpture of the Witch God.

This is the blood sacrifice method of the Witch God Sect. The wizards who heard the voice of the great wizard and saw this scene understood that the Witch God Sect had reached a critical moment of life and death.

Hundreds of wizards left the battlefield one after another, slit their wrists without any hesitation, kneaded the secrets with their hands, and sacrificed themselves to the Witch God. The soldiers of the Central Plains can be brave and fearless of death, and the wizards of the Witch God Sect are equally determined and fearless of life and death. One by one, the wizards fell down and turned into withered mummies. They died silently, without complaints or regrets.

The will of hundreds of wizards was integrated into the sculpture of the Witch God. Cracks began to appear in the statue, and fine stone fragments fell to the ground.

Threads of black smoke peeked out from between the eyebrows of the sculpture, blocking out the sky and the sun. Wind and clouds gathered, and the leaden clouds hung low, turning the day into night. Covering a hundred-mile radius of Jingshan City, it rolled endlessly, like a tsunami surging under a storm.

The black mist suddenly collapsed, as powerful as the sky, and condensed into a black shadow a hundred feet high above the altar, making the face blurry.

A hundred-foot-long black shadow confronts a hundred-foot-long Confucian saint's phantom, like two giants who created the world.

"Confucian sage!"

A vague and majestic voice came from the black mist, revealing hatred and anger. The enemy was extremely jealous when they met.

The black shadow was condescending, looking down at Wei Yuan on the altar with indifference, like looking down at an ant. He raised his arm, stretched out a finger, and pressed down gently.

Before the attack could land, a huge coercion fell, crushing all the bones in Wei Yuan's body. His straight spine was bent, and his head was lowered, making it difficult to lift it up.

"I, Wei Yuan, do not respect ghosts, gods, or emperors in this life. I only serve the common people. Even if the other party is a witch god, so what?"

A huge wave of faith surged out from the bottom of Wei Yuan's heart, supporting his body. He straightened his back bit by bit, raised his head high, and stared at the hundred-foot-long black shadow with clear and bright eyes. There was no trace of anything on his face. His fearful look was calm and calm, quiet and indifferent.

The finger of the black shadow suddenly accelerated and fell downwards, and endless pressure surged towards Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan tightly held the Confucian Sage carving knife in his hand. The clear light shone. He reluctantly raised his arm and swung it towards the black shadow. Blood flowed from his seven orifices and his face was messy. The Confucian Sage shadow behind him did not match his movements. At the same frequency, he also raised his arm and waved it towards the black shadow in front.

"You, the witch god, want to erode my luck in Da Feng and destroy my destiny as a human race in the Central Plains. Have you asked me, Wei Yuan?"

A loud shout came from Qing Yi's mouth, which showed the high-spirited and arrogant scholar.

The Confucian Sage's carving knife bloomed with dazzling brilliance, just like it did 1,200 years ago, spanning a thousand years, and slashed towards the black shadow.

I'm afraid there will never be such a stunning and bright sword light in the world again, and there will never be such an unruly scholarly spirit again!

An incomparable surge of power, beyond the first level and beyond the world, exploded above the altar. The sky collapsed and the earth collapsed. The black shadow condensed by the Witch God collapsed inch by inch, turning into terrifying energy fluctuations and spreading. Passing through the mountains, cities, and the earth, everything was destroyed and collapsed. Countless people were running for their lives. If they were just a little slow, they would be caught in it. There were no bones left, as if they had never existed.

The main altar of the Wushen Sect, Jingshan City, has since become history and was razed to the ground. Only the altar, sealed by the Confucian Saint and protected by the power of the Wushen, survived the devastating explosion.

Wei Yuan stood proudly on the altar, wearing ragged green clothes, with cracks appearing on his body, like broken porcelain that could not withstand any touch.

"Why?"

In the void, a misty voice came faintly. It lost the grand indifference before, and revealed a hint of confusion.

The phantom of the Confucian saint behind him stepped into the sculpture of the Witch God. The cracked gap repaired itself, and the Witch God was sealed again.

"Why?"

Wei Yuan had never thought about this. With a look of exhaustion on his face, he slowly turned around and looked in the direction of the Central Plains in the south. His eyes penetrated thousands of mountains and rivers and saw the people of the Central Plains living and working in peace and contentment, singing and dancing in peace. Finally, he continued to look deeper. , came to Kyoto City, came to the imperial palace, landed in Fengqi Palace, and saw the person he had longed for, as cold and beautiful as before.

The corners of Wei Yuan's mouth raised slightly, and his eyes closed weakly. Darkness enveloped him, and his body suddenly fell to the ground. The Confucian Sage's carving knife and the Sub-Sage Confucian crown fell from the air.

Suddenly, a figure appeared, slowly stretched out his slender palm, and caught two treasures. A huge amount of luck gathered on the two treasures and merged into the body of the visitor.

Xu Zisheng's whole body shone with blazing white light, and he was upright and majestic. He stood with his hands behind his hands, looking up at the statue, feeling the fluctuations of the two souls, frowning, and said coldly.

"Witch God, you'd better hand over Wei Yuan's two souls of heaven and earth, otherwise I will injure you severely even if I pay a certain price!"

The Confucian Sage Carving Knife and the Sub-Sage Confucian Crown only protected a wisp of Wei Yuan's human soul, and the two souls of heaven and earth were captured by the magic of the witch god.

"Who are you? It's very rare that you have already half-stepped into the realm of super-grade!"

The voice of the Witch God echoed on the altar again, but it lacked the grand majesty before, giving people a feeling of weakness and powerlessness. Now all his power has been sealed again, and only a wisp of sound can be revealed, no longer to the outside world. There is no way to interfere or influence it.

"Great tribute to Xu Zisheng!"

Xu Zisheng's expression was calm, and he stared at the statue of the Witch God calmly and indifferently, without the awe of a super-grade god or demon.

"Wei Yuan deserves to die! He actually dares to prevent me from breaking out of the seal. I will take his soul away and make him unable to be reincarnated forever!"

The voice of the Witch God is full of resentment and gloom. This is the original temperament of the Witch God. He is cruel and vicious, and treats all living beings like ants.

"Hand over Wei Yuan's two souls of heaven and earth, I don't want to say it a third time!"

As Xu Zisheng's words fell, endless awe-inspiring righteousness rose into the sky, like a cloud pillar, vast and majestic, upright and domineering. The pure air between heaven and earth gathered, and an invisible majesty fell down, pressing towards the statue.

At the same time, the luck gathered on the Confucian Sage Carving Knife and the Sub-Sage Confucian Crown also accelerated into Xu Zisheng's body, pushing his mind higher and higher step by step, and his momentum continued to skyrocket, and he was about to break through the invisible barrier.

"That's all, Wei Yuan's soul will be left to you!"

The Witch God compromised, with a hint of urgency in his voice. Two illusory lights and shadows floated out from the statue and landed in front of Xu Zisheng.

Haoran's righteousness suddenly withdrew and poured into Xu Zisheng's body again, and his continuously rising momentum also came to an abrupt end.

A faint smile appeared on Xu Zisheng's face. He knew that the Witch God was afraid and worried that he would step into the super realm regardless of all costs. Although he would pay a certain price, the Witch God would definitely not end well and would definitely suffer. Heavy damage.

"You are wise!"

Xu Zisheng waved his hand and put the two illusory and fuzzy souls into the Confucian Sage Carving Knife and the Sub-Sage Confucian Crown. With a flick of his hand, the two treasures turned into streamers of light and streaked across the void towards Yunlu Academy.

But no one had ever noticed that the huge fortune that was originally scattered between heaven and earth did not leave with the treasure, or scatter between heaven and earth again, but was quietly integrated into Xu Zisheng's body and slowly refined.

"Xu Zisheng, don't be too arrogant. When I break through the seal of Confucian Sage, I will challenge you!"

When the Witch God faced Xu Zisheng, he was not as arrogant as when he faced Wei Yuan, because he knew that the young man in front of him was different from Wei Yuan. He would definitely be able to step into the realm of transcendence in the future and be a supreme being who could stand side by side with him.

"I am waiting for you!"

When Xu Zisheng heard the threat from the Witch God, he didn't take it seriously. A trace of disdain flashed in his clear and bright eyes. By the time the Witch God got out of trouble, he would have already entered the realm of transcendence. The Confucian Sage could suppress and seal him. Naturally, he could do the same. There is no need to take the Witch God to heart.

"If I step into the realm of super-class people, and all the super-class people in the world are younger brothers and trash, I can blow them all up with one hand!"

Xu Zisheng received great luck this time. Logically speaking, he could directly enter the realm of Confucian Sage. However, he had already planned in his mind to advance to the first level of martial arts and push his martial arts cultivation to the first level of perfection, half-step to the realm of a martial god. Then they will break through together, and the civil and military forces will step into the realm of transcendence at the same time, and achieve the status of the God of War and the Confucian Sage at the same time.

At this moment, a shackle inside Xu Zisheng's body shattered, making an inaudible sound. The qi, blood, and qi in his body surged, and the pores in his body tightened and closed, locking it firmly in the body without exposing it. No one knew. On the altar of the Witch God, a first-grade martial artist was born, quietly, even the Witch God who was close at hand did not notice it.

The corners of Xu Zisheng's mouth raised slightly, and with a flash of his body, Haoran's righteousness surged again, soaring straight into the sky, across the void, and headed towards Kyoto City.

"It's time to deal with Emperor Joan of Arc's cancer. He ran very fast and actually escaped early!"

In the autumn of the thirty-seventh year of Yuanjing, Wei Yuan, who was worshiped by the God of War, led an army of 100,000 to capture the main altar of the Wushen Sect and sealed the Wushen. Jingshan City was reduced to ruins and hundreds of thousands of lives were wiped out. This was the iron cavalry of the Central Plains human race in history. For the first time, he broke through the main altar of Wushen Cult and left his name in history.

Yunlu Academy. In the bamboo forest in the back mountain, in the bamboo building. Dean Zhao Shou sat in the hall, motionless, like a sculpture. He had maintained this posture for more than a month, and the desk in front of him had accumulated a thin layer of dust.

Suddenly, Zhao Shou moved and turned to look out the window. Two clear lights flew across thousands of mountains and rivers, like meteors piercing the sky, and landed lightly on the case in front of Zhao Shou.

Dean Zhao Shou felt relieved and stood up slowly, dusting off the dust on his body. He couldn't help but bow. He didn't know whether to worship the two holy objects or the green robe.

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In the Imperial City, in the palace, the curtains were hung low. Emperor Yuan Jing, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, slowly opened his eyes. He was silent for a moment, showing excitement and joy, laughing wildly, and was extremely crazy.

Emperor Jing of the Yuan Dynasty walked up to the attic and looked at the layers of red walls and undulating gold tiles. He opened his arms to welcome the wind and said slowly.

"Wei Yuan, you are finally dead."

"I can also start preparing for immortality!"

Si Tianjian, Star Observation Tower, Bagua Terrace, the prisoner in white clothes and white hair, as ethereal as an immortal, holds a pot of wine in his hand, tilts his head to drink, the wine is clear, the fragrance of the wine overflows, he wets the skirt of his clothes along the corners of his mouth, and reaches out to wipe it , sighed sadly, looked at the stars in the sky, with lonely eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"This world is not worth it!"

The moonlight is like water, clear and bright.

"Da da da!"

On the official road outside the capital, a fast horse came galloping with chapped lips. The dusty postman reined in the horse and shouted in a hoarse voice.

"Open the city gate, hurry up for 800 miles!"

The post soldiers rode horses through the outer city, the inner city, and the imperial city, all the way to the palace.

In the cabinet, the chief minister Wang Wenzhen sat behind his own major case. He took out the cutting knife and picked up the paint. He took out the Tang newspaper and started reading, and immediately fell into a dead silence.

I don't know how long it took, except for Xu Zisheng, other cabinet bachelors came together one after another. They were shocked to find that Wang Wenzhen, the chief minister of the cabinet, seemed to have aged several years.

At this time, the chief assistant Wang Wenzhen's face was gloomy, with slightly cloudy eyes in the reddish eye sockets, which seemed to be immersed in some kind of painful atmosphere and unable to escape. He slowly raised his head, looked around the scholars, and said in a low voice.

"Wei Yuan died! Of the 100,000 troops, only more than 16,000 people were withdrawn."

The cabinet ministers were shocked and murmured in disbelief as if they were struck by lightning.

"How is this possible? This is impossible!"

The civil service group has been fighting fiercely with Wei Yuan for a long time, but they never thought that Wei Yuan would die one day, nor did they think that they would find it so difficult to accept the bad news, let alone that they would be sad about it. .

Chief Assistant Wang Wenzhen walked to the window and looked at the darkest night before dawn, silent for a long time, like a sculpture.

"Wei Yuan, without you, the court will be so lonely in the future!"

"Dafeng has lost a bit of his romantic spirit since then. I wish you a good journey!"