The figure of the road fell, all the Confucian strongmen and the elders to protect the law, they have been paying attention to the movements on the Wufeng.

The figure of the road fell on the top of the mountain. It was the first Confucian master of the world, Kong Zhuohao and the two elders.

A pair of eyes are looking at the seventh Wufeng, and they are shaking. From the seventh Wufeng, there is a powerful power of witches and gods, just as the sleeping gods are awakening...

"Hey..."

The space is fluctuating, and the figure of an old man with a sacred wind bones quietly emerges into the void. The green bamboo pattern on the body of the Confucian robes is eye-catching, and the silver hair is gray, and the eyes are looking forward, and the eyes are unbearable. Waves.

More and more strong people and elders from the entire Confucian family came to the law, and the movement and turmoil of the seventh Wufeng was engraved.

At this moment, the movement on the seventh Wufeng is getting more and more fierce, and the mysterious pattern is fluctuating, just like what is living.

Meng Yuxi and Zhu Kewei did not know when the two female figures fell on the side of Kong Yuqi.

Looking at the movement on the seventh Wufeng in front, the two women's touching cheeks were excited and surprised, and the light was shining.

They can clearly feel at the moment that the power of the Witch God, which has been filled with the endlessly from the seventh Wufeng, carries an ancient pressure and makes them scream.

"Is he having a movement?"

Meng Yu’s glimmer of light shocked, and for three months, he finally got the news.

During these three months, Meng Yuxi was very strange. The purple cheongs figure on the road to Wufengtian Road, like the road to the sky, has been lingering in the depths of her mind, just like being branded in my mind.

"Booming..."

The seventh Wufeng roared, and the earth moved like a mountain. It was like an earthquake. There was a sky shining and the sky was rising. The heavens and the earth suddenly fell into the night.

Only the seventh Wufeng is shining like a volcanic eruption, and the power of the Witch God infiltrates from the void.

"A strong pressure!"

Under the force of a huge ancient witch god, the Confucian strongmen who were present also looked red, even if they were running the exercises and using the treasures to resist, they also had a feeling of being difficult to counterbalance.

"rumble……"

Daddy, the sixth seat, the fifth seat, the fourth block until the first Wufeng is lit at the same time, the runes are sweeping and shining.

In the shaking of the earth and the mountains, the power of the vast gods and gods swept out of the void, shaking the ancient world of Confucianism.

"what is that?"

Suddenly, Confucian strongmen and children were exclaimed.

Under the gaze of all eyes, seven of the Wufeng trembled, above the seventh Wufeng, and the rune of the hustle and bustle was like the coming of the next day, reflecting the vast ancient world of Confucianism.

For a moment, there is a phantom of the gods, and on the sky, a huge phantom of witches emerges.

Three months before the shadow of the witch god, Du Shaoyu passed away, but it reappeared at this moment.

Surrounded by the gods and roars, the sorcerer's phantom eyes swayed and looked at the sentient beings. The power of the sorcerer's gods flowed around his illusion, as if it traversed ancient times and time.

"A terrible pressure, can't resist!" Confucian elders trembled.

The huge shadow of the witches and gods reflects the entire Confucianism and sends out the vicissitudes of life.

"Hey..."

There is a strong person who can't resist the terrible pressure. The legs are soft and crouching directly, and the soul is trembled.

"This is a sacred image of the witch!"

On the void, at this moment, the old man of the sacred wind bones could not help but tremble, and his heart was shaking.

He knows the origin of the shadow, it is the sacred image of the witch, from the Confucian legend!

In the terrible pressure, the huge phantom of the Witch God suddenly blasted like a scorching sun, surging from the sky, overwhelmingly over the sky, and finally in the shocked eyes of the many Confucian descendants below, The seventh Wufeng above the void, a sly purple robe man appeared.

This purple robe man stepped into the void, his eyes closed, surrounded by the devil's shadow, the swaying sly sly, the surrounding emptiness, and it set off like a god!

The power of the terrible Witch God around, it is now filled out from its tall and straight figure...

"It is him, witch!"

The crowd exclaimed, it was the demon king Du Shaoqi, the Confucian witch who opened the ancestors, and three months later, he finally came out.

"Is it bringing out the greatest benefits of my Confucianism?"

Some old people are shaking, and they are expecting that Wufeng Tianlu has been smashed. What is the greatest benefit of Confucianism in rumors? Did the devil, Du Shaoqi, get the biggest benefit?

"Oh la la..."

At this moment, the void is empty, Du Shaozhen is standing still, and the surrounding space is flowing around it. In the calm, there is a kind of unruly jealousy and hegemony. The pressure from the body is filled with people's legs.

"Hey..."

Within Confucianism, countless souls and beasts at this moment are also roaring and snarling.

"Hey..."

Finally, Du Shaoqi opened a pair of eyes, and there was a ray of light in his eyes. It was like a thunder rushing into the sky, and the power of the gods and gods from the body swept the four sides!

"The power of my Confucian witches!"

Feel the power of the Witch God, in the crowd, Kong Sansi doubles inside, there is a storm!

"The younger brother is out!"

Kong Yuqi clasped her hands, her face was beautiful, and her eyes were slightly up, with an excited smile. When she laughed, she was as charming as the night.

Du Shaoqi set foot on the void, and the power of the mighty witches and gods permeated the ancient world of Confucianism.

Such the power of the Witch God, even at this moment the Confucian strong and elders to protect the law, will be discolored and trembled.

"It looks like he is successful!"

After seeing it for a while, Kong Sansi’s gaze finally calmed down, and the face was filled with smiles. The excitement of the heart was also complicated.

He was called the first person of the Confucian young generation. When he was in the realm space, he was already shocked by the guy. From the space of the gods, the demon king climbed to a new one at a horrible speed. height.

At this moment, I feel the power of the witch **** on the demon king. Kong Sansi knows that the greatest benefit of Confucianism after the rumored Wufeng Tianlu is definitely that it has been obtained, and the strength has certainly risen a lot.

Looking at the sly purple robe figure in the void at the moment, Kong Sansi had to be somewhat suspicious of himself. Is his talent really a genius?

Compared with the abnormal Du Shaoyan, can you really call it a genius?

"The heart is the most benevolent, there is a witch coming, Wu Tiandao, Tong Tianli, there is infinite power..."

On the emptiness, Du Shaoyan suddenly faintly opened, and his eyes waved deep into the light. The voice revealed a kind of vicissitudes of life, like a voice, but the sound was not loud but it was like shaking the world, just like the drums and the whole Confucian.

Such a voice, I don’t know why, but let the Confucian children and the strong ones are the heart and the heart, and the mysteriousness in the body is involuntarily stirred up.

"It is the power of the Witch God, he has the power of my Confucian witches!"

The elders exclaimed, the old face trembled, and the old body was stirred up in the body.

"Does he bring out the greatest benefits of my Confucianism?"

Looking at the figure on the void, there is an old man on the hill coming out, he looks like his face, his face is old, his face is pleated, and he is dressed in Confucianism.

"Meng Wen ancestors."

Seeing that the old man came out, there were elders around him who cast their gaze.

This old man’s status is extremely high in Confucianism. He is one of the few ancestors of Confucianism. He is usually in a retreat. He has not known how many years have not appeared. The last time the road of Wufeng Tianlu was cleared, today is here. I feel like this movement comes.

"Little friends, can you get the benefits of my Wufeng Tianlu, and try it out, please be careful!"

Meng Wen’s ancestors spoke up. He couldn’t wait. He had to personally test whether the devil, Du Shaoqi, was the greatest benefit of Confucianism. The foot of the foot smashed the mountain, and the figure flew up and danced, sending out the goddess of light and the mighty god. The force rushed out like a storm, and the runes spread their arms and screamed.

"Hey..."

For a moment, while Meng Ying’s ancestors rushed out, Meng Wen’s ancestors had already condensed their handprints, and the power of the mighty witches and gods caused the void to stir up and shake the sky.

"Hey..."

In a short moment, Meng Wen’s ancestors condensed into a giant tortoise, and a hand condensed into a colorful phoenix. The tortoise phoenix appeared, and the screaming roared and directly bombarded Du Shaoyan.