Chapter 412: Ruzhou takes action!
He didn't say it directly.
Chu Xun understood.
The Palace Master of Huangtian Palace understands.
The owner of Vientiane Palace understands.
People like Huang Gong also understand.
There was a touch of despair in their hearts, and the hope that had just emerged in their hearts was destroyed like this. How sad. Some people still refused to give up and asked: "Where is Daozhou, what is their attitude?"
"Don't count on it. The Martial God of the Qin Dynasty personally rushed to Daozhou. No one in Daozhou can step out of the territory of Daozhou!" Zhang Ji said.
despair.
Completely filling the heart.
The huge teleportation array just established.
That feeling of joy.
Nothing remains.
"Is God going to destroy my wilderness state?" At this moment, a monk in the saint realm couldn't help but feel the chaff in his body, with hot tears in his eyes, feeling hopeless and helpless about the unknown situation in the wilderness state.
Originally there were still people fighting hard, but the Qin Dynasty's army gave them suffocating pressure even before they were dispatched. In despair, they couldn't even see any chance of life: "Elder Chu...!"
Zhang Ji and the others looked at him.
The people in Huangzhou were also watching.
The master of Huangtian Palace.
The master of Vientiane Palace.
But became silent.
At this time, even if Chu Xun left, they would not blame him. Facing such a supreme dynasty, the oppression was too strong, too suffocating, and powerless.
"Let's go back!"
"Tell the dean!"
"Thank you for taking care of me!"
"Chu Xun is willing to live and die with Huangzhou!"
Those understated words spat out from the mouth of the man in green shirt made everyone in Huangtian Palace blush. It was shame. Thinking of driving Chu Xun away and driving Chu Xun out of Huangtian Palace in the past, they felt self-blame again and secretly cursed: "The previous Palace Master of Dou Zhan Palace, Zhen Te Niang, is nothing!"
Zhang Ji and others did not show disappointment in their eyes, but instead showed admiration and unparalleled support for Chu Xun's decision. They were the main battle group. If Chu Xun just gave up Huangzhou and let them be disappointed, this time they could If they give up Huangzhou, they can give up Ruzhou next time, and this unwavering belief also makes them feel safe.
"good!"
Zhang Ji and others came and went in a hurry, and moved out of the teleportation array in the blink of an eye.
at this time.
Confucianism.
The atmosphere was solemn.
Even ordinary Confucian cultivators feel a completely different atmosphere, which is the oppression of several quasi-emperors. They are either entrenched in the sky like a Buddha, or are staring indifferently like the unparalleled god of war, and some even have the sun, moon and stars in their pupils. Changes and disillusionment, all of this is too spectacular, and the breath that overflows invisibly makes the heaven in this world tremble slightly.
If this series fights.
A complete explosion.
Will destroy the way of heaven.
Defeat Confucianism.
"Amitabha!"
"donor!"
"Don't you dare!"
The eminent Buddhist monk who was sitting cross-legged outside was still smiling, but underneath his compassionate smile was hidden evil intentions. He was provoking Confucian monks and wanted the Confucian monks to come out and play chess with him, and he was sure that the Confucian monks would not dare to go out. Such unscrupulousness caused the blazing light of Buddhism to creep into Confucianism, making the Confucian monks feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.
"Wow!"
A burst of light came.
The location of the academy.
Dean of the academy.
The helmsman of the Palace of the Holy Way.
They were all there, looking with eyes full of wisdom, but some of them had not seen Chu Xun among the crowd. There was a bit of disappointment in their eyes. Is Chu Xun still unwilling to come to Ruzhou to take refuge?
"He refuses to come!" Zhang Ji shook his head and repeated what Chu Xun said.
"good!"
"good!"
"good!"
The somewhat slovenly little old man at the helm of the Holy Sacred Palace laughed heartily and received a move. Far away in the ancestral land of the Holy Sacred Palace, there was a large Confucian robe and a Confucian crown. He shouted: " Invite the Holy Master!”
"boom!"
Everyone in the academy was trembling. They looked around in disbelief. They saw this sloppy little old man straightening his back at this moment. His clothes and face, which had not been taken care of for many years, were reflected by his words: The spring breeze is for me. Face blowing!
A wisp of breeze passed by.
Cleanses hair between hair strands.
The shabby robes on his body were also taken off, and some were just clean and bathed in the spring breeze. Wearing the Confucian robes of the Holy Master, he should have taken a bath three days in advance, but due to the situation, he swept away his clothes with the breeze, Respectfully carrying the saint's robes in the most sacred manner, all the Confucian cultivators looked serious at this moment.
It is to the most holy teacher.
Also to this little old man.
Even though his clothes can be criticized as Confucian disheveled, when the little old man looked down upon him, he was still the helmsman of the Palace of the Holy Spirit and the highest power controller on the surface of Confucianism, representing Orthodoxy, declaring the sovereignty of Confucianism, even the dean of the academy looked at it with respect at this time.
"Dean!"
Someone from the academy lineup said softly.
The helmsmen of the Palace of the Holy Saint are so courageous to invite the ancestral robe, how can they show weakness? As for those words of advice, no one can say it at this moment, because no one can stop him who carries the Confucian robe and Confucian crown. Likewise, No one is willing to stop them at this time. A group of Buddhists who recite scriptures all day long are making such noise at this moment. Do they really think that no one can check and balance them?
"Please invite the ancestors!" The dean of the academy also looked solemn.
"Ha ha!"
"I won't wait for you!"
After inheriting the ancestral weapon, the helmsman of the Supreme Holy Palace laughed loudly and looked up to the sky, shouting: "At this moment, I am at the border of Ruzhou!"
"brush!"
The figure disappears.
If it is normal.
He would not cross such a distance directly, but with the blessing of the Confucian cap and Confucian robe, the so-called rushing to travel would not hesitate even if he said something to appear in the territory of Huangzhou, and his figure appeared almost out of thin air.
Outside.
Four quasi-emperors.
Be ready.
Among them, the Buddhist monk was filled with holy light, and his back was condensed with the light of the sun, threatening Confucianism, but suddenly he seemed to see a tall Confucian scholar crossing the long river of thousands of years and landing here. His pupils shrank slightly at first, and his mind was instantly shaken and he said: "The most holy teacher?"
He was shocked!
"Boom!"
Then he saw the helmsman of the most holy Taoist palace gently flicking his sleeves, and a violent storm swept over. The monk even instantly made a seal with both hands, and a golden and magnificent Acala Dharma King was summoned by him, like an ancient Buddha, quietly sitting there, with his hands clasped together, holding the demon pestle, the sword and other Taoist weapons behind him.
"Boom!"
A powerful storm swept over, and the other three quasi-emperors also showed horror, staring at the rising Dharma image and said with fear: "The Dharma image of Acala is known as the strongest protective magic in Jiuzhou. There is no one in Jiuzhou who can match it in terms of self-protection, even the physical body of Zhanzhou is far inferior!"
Acala.
As still as a mountain.
When it sits cross-legged, it is a symbol of invincibility of the physical body. No one can easily tear this Dharma image apart. It is almost praised as invincible in the same realm, but there is also a flaw, that is, it cannot move when it explodes. But under the powerful protection, it seems insignificant.
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
A wisp of wind.
Looks weak.
But it is like cutting bones.
The image of Acalanatha, which had shone brightly enough to cover the sun in the sky, was now dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the Buddha's light that permeated the body was also fading. This caused beads of sweat to appear on the forehead of the Buddhist monk, who looked at the old man in horror, and he had no idea what the reason was.