8mi Chapter 166 Entering Wendao, Immortal Chariots And Immortal Soldiers
Chapter 166 Entering Wendao, Immortal Chariots And Immortal Soldiers
Wang Xuanzhi felt that he was blocked by this air, and his face was calm.
The power of time of candlelight flows slowly.
The Confucianism Flying Sword that had just appeared around, just appeared for a moment, and then slowly dissipated.
The man raised his eyebrows, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.
"What kind of weird power is this?"
"Why can I take back my power!"
Wang Xuanzhi didn't answer him, feeling the Confucianism fluctuations exuding from the man's body.
In his eyes, the light of immortality flickered, trying to analyze how this Confucianism works.
Shangguan Yu's Confucianism surged again, and his mouth was plausible.
"Confucian saints are full of energy and protect the human race."
"Wen Xingluo, come Confucianism!"
As Shangguan Yu shouted loudly, the aura of his body was surging, and this void was filled with Confucianism.
The white-gold Confucianism, like a long rainbow, traverses the entire void.
That Confucianism coercion, Qi Qi bang kill down.
Wang Xuanzhi looked at the Confucianism in the sky, and his expression was soaring.
"understood!"
Wen Qi runs through Changhong, triggering the advent of Wen Dao!
With his more than 5,000 years of Chinese civilization, and his long-standing poetry, it is not simple to inspire literary Taoism?
Wang Xuanzhi's expression was solemn, and the Confucianism and Taoism that filled the sky were killing him, and he was not panic at all.
With an ordinary face, he thought to himself.
"Qingming is bottomless, the sun and the moon shine on the gold and silver platform."
As the words of the two poems fell, Wang Xuanzhi's body also began to show the Confucianism.
It is exactly the same as what Shangguan Yu exudes.
He lost his voice, "How is that possible!"
"How is it possible that there will be Wen Dao in the future."
"Confucianism and Taoism were cut off ten thousand years ago!"
He was answered by Wang Xuanzhi's indifferent voice.
"Ni is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the princes of clouds are coming down one after another."
"The tiger drum squeaked back to the car, and the people of the immortals lined up like hemp."
As Wang Xuanzhi's voice fell, countless Confucian spirits surged behind him, triggering a vision of Wen Dao.
Surrounding, this endless void is surging.
Out of nowhere, several colorful auspicious clouds appeared on the ring.
The east wind blows slowly from the east of the ring.
On Wang Xuanzhi's head, above the cloud brought by the nine-colored auspicious clouds, there is a big drum hammering rumblingly.
"Boom, boom!"
An immortal chariot was slowly driving forward, and a man of immortal light sat cross-legged above.
They are the real immortal Realm, and they are not simply subordinate to the immortal race.
This is Wang Xuanzhi's Wendao imagery and the vision caused by Wang Xuanzhi.
Shangguan Yu felt more and more incredible.
"Obviously this text should have been cut off a long time ago."
"And after these ten thousand years, how can there still be people who are literate."
Wang Xuanzhi ignored his surprise, and the endless text on his body led the way.
Thousands of immortal chariots charged towards Shangguan Yu.
Shangguan Yu quickly mobilized the Confucianism beside him, and the Confucianism Changhong stood in front of himself.
Resist Wang Xuanzhi this strike.
But this immortal chariot and this immortal warrior were triggered by Wang Xuanzhi's immortal way.
In this Immortal Dao, not only is it pure Wen Dao, but also the power of Immortal Dao is mixed.
How could he be able to resist?
The thousands of immortal cars rammed straight into Changhong, smashing Changhong into pieces.
Shangguan Yu was also backlashed because of this, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
Xianxian and Yaoyao were floating in the sky, watching Wang Xuanzhi's powerful blow, he couldn't help but wonder when Wang Xuanzhi would start writing.
Why don't they know?
The two pondered for a long time in their minds, looked at each other, and said at the same time, "The host has a good sense of evildoer."
"This text should belong to the avenues of the human race."
Although Wang Xuanzhi may be able to understand Wen Dao, the inheritance of this Wen Dao has obviously been cut off.
Wen Dao, without inheritance, cannot be continued.
Many avenues do not continue, so they will dissipate in the world.
But Wang Xuanzhi was able to utter an "original" poem out of thin air to resonate with Wen Dao.
This made their level of enchantment towards Wang Xuanzhi refreshed again.
Wang Xuanzhi seemed to have found the fun, and continued to ponder the poems of China in his previous life in his mind.
"I don't care about Xingquan, so I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood."
Wang Xuanzhi's momentum has risen, and his eyes are like a Galaxy Cluster.
After he finished saying this verse, the thousands of immortal soldiers on the thousands of immortal chariots had a chilling air.
Their power also ascended a degree, killing Shangguan Yu.
And what Wang Xuanzhi did was far more than that.
He still had words in his mouth and continued.
"Two feet kick over the world's road, and one shoulder bears all the sorrows of the past and the present"
After saying this verse, it seems that there is an ancient human race, standing behind the thousands of immortal soldiers, with majesty in their eyes.
He moved and killed Shangguan Yu.
Although Shangguan Yu was horrified by this Wang Xuanzhi, he would definitely not be defeated just like that.
After all, he was the most powerful human race arrogant tens of thousands of years ago.
If he was defeated like this, it would not be his name as the strongest genius.
He shouted loudly, and the rolling white-gold aura on his body surged again.
"Xiao Xiaoshuang Ye Xue, Lonely Wilderness Burns the Eight Wastelands."
"On the summer pond and autumn lotus, the dry season is dim."
With the emergence of poems, there are changes in spring and summer, and changes in the sun and the moon behind him.
A mysterious force appeared on the field.
Warm as fire, cold as frost.
Not only that, but an aura of dead silence began to spread suddenly.
He was at a stalemate with Wang Xuanzhi's powerful immortal soldier in mid-air, and the two were at a standstill.
Wang Xuanzhi looked at Shangguan Yu's strong and deadly aura, but he was able to erode his own immortal soldiers little by little.
This power, could not help nodding secretly.
This is the strongest genius of the human race ten thousand years ago. If there is none of these, then Wang Xuanzhi will kill him with one sword.
He felt that Shangguan Yu must have reservations, this must not be his strongest strength.
Although this dead silence is very powerful for own restraint, the reason for the greatest restraint is because of the special characteristics of this dead silence.
Can make everything go to death.
In Wang Xuanzhi's mind, another poem came to mind.
He shouted again, and the atmosphere around him surged again.
The field was turbulent.
The cloud of color spread violently in the void, covering the entire arena.
"Singing in the daytime requires indulging in alcohol, and youth is a good companion for returning home."
"Er Cao's body and name will be destroyed, and the rivers and rivers will not be abandoned."
With Wang Xuanzhi's big shout, the thousands of immortal chariots and immortal soldiers slowly formed into an immortal general standing on the immortal chariot.
There was majesty in his eyes.
With a spear in his hand, he turns into an invincible dragon.
"The ninth general of the fairy clan, Xian Wulong."
Under the bombardment of this long spear, a piece of space was torn apart.
There is a trace of immortal power mixed with it, as well as a trace of Wen Dao's power.
Of course, there is also the poetry of Wang Xuanzhi, which is unique and overbearing.