Chapter 5278

In the eyes of the evil man, even Wen Sheng is just a slightly bigger ant.

He was arrogant, his aura was getting stronger and stronger, and he even had the idea of ​​crushing Xun Sheng and beheading Xun Sheng together.

In an instant, thousands of spells in front of Xun Sheng were cut off by the sword glow.

Looking around, all directions were covered with terrifying and unparalleled red sword energy, and there was not a single intact area that could be seen with the naked eye.

A brush suddenly cut through the void and protruded from the depths of thousands of miles.

The brush gradually enlarged, and eventually became a behemoth of more than ninety feet, covering the sky and the sun. Above the pen holder, the texture reveals the simplicity and vicissitudes of life.

The 30,000-li-long river of Confucian qi was inspired, and the boundless qi formed a hundred refinements in the void, like a long rainbow penetrating the sun, across the mountains and rivers.

"It's so lively here, why don't you let the old man get involved."

An old and loud voice exploded from outside the clouds.

Yisheng dressed in a Confucian robe, stepped on a seven-color rainbow, and came from the air, his clothes squeaked with the breeze.

At the critical moment, the chief Wen Sheng of Dayu, Tai Fu Yihan finally arrived.

With the appearance of Yisheng, the crimson sword glow that was rampant was finally suppressed, and the vastness of the aura was like a mountain, blocking the turbulent waves.

"Uncle Master!"

Yisheng cupped his hands and bowed to Xun Sheng.

Xun Sheng is a literary sage who has survived from the Middle Ages to the present, and his status is quite high. Especially after the death of the sages of psychology and science, there is no one in the Confucian school who can compare with Xun sage.

Yihan's master is Wang Bo'an, a sage of mind learning, and he is on an equal footing with Xun Sheng, so it is not an exaggeration for Yihan to call Xun Sheng an uncle.

"With me here, the Two Realms Mountain cannot be lost." Xun Sheng frowned slightly.

"The power of Spring and Autumn is still there, the ancient devil will not rush in!" said Yisheng.

The two literary saints caused all directions to be shocked when they spoke, like the sound of thunder.

After the arrival of Yisheng, the aura of this place has obviously become more pure, and many visions have manifested in the void, as if millions of Confucian scholars are reciting the classics in unison, upright and powerful.

"What's more, this thief wants to kill the old man's disciple, so no matter what, the old man can't sit by and watch." Yi Sheng glanced at the evil man again.

"Okay! It's just right! One more is not much, one less is not much! Just kill both of you!"

The terrifying killing intent struck instantly, and the evil man's eyes shone with evil light, and he was going to fight one against two.

"boom!"

Xun Sheng and Yi Sheng, the two saints, immediately used the means of the holy way, and for a while in the air, the sound of powerful explosions resounded through the sky.

...

The two saints started a sharp battle with the wild creatures.

But on the edge of the storm, Lu Yu was still lying on the ground, silent, falling into a deep sleep.

Boundless and endless fear shrouded Lu Yu's heart, and his eyes were pitch black, as if the sky was spinning.

"He wanted me to be buried in this horror."

Lu Yu forcibly suppressed his emotions, but found that this emotion was like a raging fire on the vast grassland. Once it started, it would be difficult to contain it.

The sound of drizzling rain gradually came from the surroundings, which was accompanied by a shout.

The shout was very familiar, and it seemed that he had heard that voice at some point.

Pieces of broken bronze mirrors appeared in front of Lu Yu.

A young and pale face was imprinted on the bronze mirror fragments.

Lu Yu recognized that the figure above the bronze mirror was him in his previous life.

Nether Daojun, Xuan Ming!