Chapter 717 Confucian Scholar

The purple sun is in the sky, as quiet as a hanging bead, or a magical purple eye looks down at the green fire demon realm below.

As all the demonic fires in the Glazed Fire Dao were extinguished, the portal to the Green Fire Demonic Realm opened wide, and news continued to spread. The remaining treasures from the battlefield of the battle between humans and demons were left out of the Green Fire Demonic Realm.

Most of these treasures were purchased by merchant alliances in the market at high prices, and then sold to monks and sects in need at higher prices, which really made the merchant alliances make a fortune.

And behind every gleaming treasure discovered is the ruthless killing among the monks. It can be said that every treasure is blood red.

There is a large green meadow in the Green Fire Demon Realm, called the Green Wind Grassland. The wind blows by and the green waves touch the sky.

In the center of the Green Wind Grassland stands a tall altar. The altar is made of huge smooth white stones and is divided into three floors, with a small top and a large bottom. There are some complicated ancient Confucian seal characters engraved on the surface.

The white altar lies quietly on the green grassland, which is very eye-catching. Viewed from a distance, it looks like white clouds falling from the sky are resting on the grassland. From a closer look, it looks more like three huge books stacked on top of each other, recording secrets that were unknown thousands of years ago.

It is the Rutian Holy Altar where the Confucian sect formation was set up here by the Yudao sect thousands of years ago.

At this moment, outside the Rutian Holy Altar, a small ink-colored light spot suddenly appeared on the originally empty ground.

The black light spot moved spontaneously, like an excited ink bird, leaving ink-colored footprints in the void as it jumped. Not long after, a "?" character with a size of about ten feet was actually outlined in the void.

The large font of Nuo stands in the air, with strong strokes and clusters of ancient seal characters scattered on the surface.

Astonishingly, the silver aura inside the word "?" shone brightly, and the space fluctuated violently.

Whoosh, two figures jumped out from it and landed steadily on the ground of Green Wind Grassland.

The visitors were a scholar in gray robe and a scholar in blue robe.

The scholar in gray robe is simply dressed, carrying one hand on his back, with a straight body and an ordinary middle-aged face, with a hint of bookishness in his stability.

The green-shirted scholar on the side looks like he is in his twenties, wearing an exquisite blue brocade Confucian attire, and has a smile on his face.

Without it, the scholar in gray robe is Ji Wuhen, the peak master of Moyu Peak of Yudao Sect, and the scholar in green shirt is Lu Qian, the peak master of Qingyu Peak of Yudao Sect.

The two people's clothes were fluttering. When they landed and stood firm, the gray robe waved one hand and fired an invisible magic formula. The ink "?" behind the two people turned into ink lines and disappeared without a trace, as if quietly melting into the water. .

"Senior Brother Ji, your writing power has become much stronger." The scholar in green shirt praised.

"Junior Brother Lu, without your accurate positioning skills, no matter how powerful my writing power is, I would not be able to find the exact location of the Confucian Heavenly Altar so quickly." The gray-robed scholar looked around, "Fortunately, there is no one here. , otherwise you and I would be suspected of flattering each other. We are both disciples of Confucianism and should be modest gentlemen."

"Senior Brother Ji, this is the truth. Why bother to be rigid? Now that you and I have reached the Dao Ming Realm, we are enough to look down on all the heroes."

"Having said that, this is due to the opening of the "Shuxiangmendi" secret realm, one of the Confucian holy places of our Yudao Sect, half a year ago. This secret realm has been opened for a hundred years. You and I were lucky enough to enter it for retreat and practice, and then we successfully broke through the cultivation path. As a bottleneck. Now that our strength has increased, we are more confident to complete the task delivered by the door. "

"If you and I work together, we will succeed immediately."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and then unanimously set their sights on the Confucian Temple opposite.

"This Confucian Heavenly Altar is indeed one of the top formations of our Yu Dao Sect. It overflows with the awe-inspiring aura unique to the Confucian Sect. Just looking up at it makes people awe-inspiring." The gray-robed scholar said.

"Since entering the secret realm of the "Scholarly Family", we have become more and more sensitive to Haoran's energy. But you and I have never been able to cultivate Haoran's heavenly veins. It is very difficult to continue to understand the essence of Haoran's power." Qing The scholar in shirt said.

"Haoran Heavenly Vein is a great opportunity that can only be encountered. Among my dignified Yu Dao Sect, in the past hundred years, isn't there only one disciple who can cultivate Haoran Heavenly Vein, "Zhan Yunfei"? But this disciple is indeed There is something extraordinary about him. Judging from the trace of Xuanbing Qi left on the surface of the Confucian Heavenly Altar opposite, Zhan Yunfei has probably entered the Confucian Heavenly Altar," said the gray-robed scholar Ji Wuhen.

The scholar in green shirt curled his lips when he heard this, and then said: "Now in our Yu Dao Sect, except for the great elder Lan Xingjun of Lan Yu Peak, I am afraid that no one can give orders to this boy Zhan Yunfei. Anyway, according to seniority , Zhan Yunfei should also call you and me uncle. This time, he and Qi Mu arrived here first, and entered the Confucian Holy Altar without waiting for you and me to come to support. I don't know if he was greedy for merit. Well, you still don’t take us seriously?”

"You and I should go into the Rutian Holy Altar and have a look. I hope nothing happens to him. Otherwise, if the elder Lan Xingjun blames him, it will appear that we are in trouble."

"Then Senior Brother Lao Ji will cast a spell to open the portal to the Confucian Heavenly Altar." The scholar in green shirt cupped his fists and said.

"Let me try." Hearing this, the gray-robed scholar did his duty, took a step forward, stared at the Confucian Temple in front of him, calmed his breathing, and began to cast spells. At the same time, he thought to himself: "That junior Zhan Yunfei can get in, so of course I, Ji Wuhen, can get in."

The gray-robed scholar's hands naturally extended from his sleeves, and his fingertips seemed to be blessed by a magic pen. As his ten fingers fell, they drew lines of ink out of thin air. Without stopping for a moment, those ink lines twisted like spirit snakes, and in a blink of an eye, they formed a huge ink-colored hand.

The ink-colored hand was several dozen feet in size, and in the palm of the hand, there was a clear seal character "sealed" in light gold.

"Go." The gray-robed scholar changed the spell in his hand and said softly.

The next moment, the ink-colored hand carried a powerful force of restriction and covered the direction of the Rutian Holy Altar.

Squeak, squeak, black lightning rose out of thin air.

As the ink-colored hand got closer and closer to the Rutian Holy Altar, the powerful force of restriction began to act on it, like a black eagle pouncing on a jade rabbit. The Rutian Holy Altar just shook slightly and was covered by the big hand.

The scholar in green shirt nodded slightly, "Brother Ji's writing power is really extraordinary. This ink hand technique is probably as powerful as a hundred mountains."

At this moment, the expression on the scholar's brows suddenly became solemn, and his pupils reflected the situation at the Ru Tian Holy Altar opposite.

A great aura swirled on the surface of the Ru Tian Holy Altar. The great aura was like a dragon, flying up to meet the ink-colored hand that was covering it.

"Long!" The world trembled.

The ink-colored hand was held up in the air and could not be completely lowered.

At the same time, a large piece of black ancient seal characters appeared on the surface of the Ru Tian Holy Altar. They were connected into pieces, like ink splashing. After a moment, a huge ink painting appeared.

In the ink painting, a Confucian scholar stood on the willow bank holding a scroll, and a river of spring water was rippling opposite, with natural charm.

Then, the whole picture suddenly twisted and turned into a dark mass, as if it was altered by a huge ink pen.

Suddenly, a ten-foot-long brush shadow appeared on the altar surface.

The huge brush tip just waved, like a sword holding up the sky. The ink-colored hand hovering above the Rutian Holy Altar exploded with a bang, turning into a sky full of ink-colored stars.

Ji Wuhen, who was casting a spell, felt a tightness in his chest, and said in surprise: "Writing the power of condensation."

The green-shirted scholar next to him frowned, and instinctively stretched out his hands, thinking in his heart: "Before Senior Brother Ji speaks, I'd better not intervene casually. It's also writing the power of condensation, so as not to let him lose face."

The green-shirted scholar prepared to take action at any time, but did not do it immediately.

At this moment, above the Rutian Holy Altar, the brush shadow turned quickly, and the tip of the brush just pointed at Ji Wuhen and Lu Qian on the opposite side. Like a spirit snake that smelled its prey, the brush shadow flicked its tip.

Swish!

A black ink mark was thrown out of thin air, like a tall mountain.

With a "hum", the ink mark condensed into a giant ink mountain several dozen feet high, which directly suppressed the position of the two people opposite.

The ink mountain descended, and ripples appeared in the void. The powerful pressure was more than ten times more terrifying than the real rocks.

Seeing this, the gray-robed scholar Ji Wuhen narrowed his eyes, but he was excited in his heart.

Ji Wuhen originally practiced the power of writing and condensing the truth, one of the six arts of Confucianism. And the prohibition on the opposite side of the Confucian Tiansheng Altar also revealed the power of writing and condensing the truth. For Ji Wuhen, it is a rare opportunity to fight against the purest power of writing and condensing the truth. With his attainments, he might be able to comprehend something from it.

"This ink-colored pen tip is condensed by the power of the formation, and its activation must correspond to the formation. If I fight it head-on, even if I win this round by luck, I am afraid that the battle will continue endlessly." In just a moment, Ji Wuhen made a judgment in his heart.

Ji Wuhen did not change his face, but he did not dare to slow down his actions.

He secretly raised his body to 70% of his strength. The gray robe behind him swelled like a ball, and ink-colored spiritual patterns overflowed from his body, instantly dyeing his gray robe black.

Then, his whole body actually flew up.

The magical thing is that Ji Wuhen's body reflects a clear shadow of a brush. The man is the brush tip, and the brush tip is the man.

As Ji Wuhen's body was cleverly outlined in the sky, a black seal character "wind" appeared out of thin air, which was dozens of feet in size.

"Writing condenses the truth, the soul power takes shape, and the wind spreads all over the world..." Ji Wuhen in the air silently recited the secret formula in his heart.

The next moment, the word wind dissipated, and the wind blew violently, and the sky and the earth were all dyed black.

The ink-colored brush tip of the Rutian Holy Altar opposite was like a hunter who couldn't find the target. Its "sight" was completely blocked by the ink wind, hovering in the air, trembling, and could never come down.

"Woo woo woo... woo woo woo..." In the black wind, countless strings of ink-colored seal characters seemed to be flying aimlessly like black crows in the wind.

"Found it, the formation is there."

In the sky, Ji Wuhen's body, carrying the shadow of the brush, flew towards a point on the surface of the Rutian Holy Altar.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Ji Wuhen's body landed accurately on a point on the surface of the Rutian Holy Altar. He kept his hands in a spell, and in a blink of an eye, thousands of runes were painted on the surface of the Rutian Holy Altar.

"Buzz buzz buzz..." The Rutian Holy Altar was like a giant that was tickled, trembling constantly, and the aura of righteousness was restrained, and the huge brushstrokes disappeared out of thin air.

In the sky, the ink wind dissipated, and the sky was blue and the ground was green.

The gray-robed scholar Ji Wuhen stood on the surface of the Rutian Holy Altar. And under his feet, there was an open passage.

"Pa pa pa, pa pa pa." The blue-shirted scholar on the opposite side clapped his hands and cheered, "Brother Ji, excellent."

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