I Became a Follower of the Female Villain

The Confucian Temple was calm and calm, but after a while, it was choppy again!

boom!

boom!

Boom——

At the same time, the statues of the Confucian sages exploded like thunder, and a wordless book slowly emerged from the void.

The majestic aura of vicissitudes and vicissitudes rushed towards the face, covering the white robe.

Hundreds of thousands of people were dumbfounded!

What's this?

"Divine will!"

Xie Ruoxu's scalp was numb, and his expression was extremely shocked.

The sages of Confucianism bear the fate of scholars. If scholars are not destroyed, and Confucian classics are not destroyed, the spiritual thoughts of such great figures will not completely dissipate.

At this moment, the spiritual thoughts of the sages have been condensed into a book, which is the greatest affirmation for Xu Beiwang and his contribution to scholars.

What would that reward him for?

"Why is he..."

Kong Deshang shook his head, trembling in his hoarse voice.

He can't believe it!

I don't want to believe it either!

It is simply impossible to accept the facts in front of you!

It's fine to be any other scholar, but it must not be Xu Heliao!

The Kong family has a blood feud with the Fifth Devil!

The most promising member of the family to be promoted to the holy realm died tragically at the hands of the devil.

And Xu Eliao is the devil's confidant!

This beast even took a page of "Spring and Autumn" as his own, and played with the members of the Kong clan in Langya County!

If the enemy gets the opportunity of Confucianism and Taoism, wouldn't the Kong family become the laughing stock of the world?

"Buzz!"

The majestic righteousness swept towards the white robe, and a phantom with a high crown appeared on the wordless scripture.

Xu Ying slowly raised his hand, stroking the top of the white robe's head.

This scene shocked the princes of Dagangungun extremely!

Xu Jing's body trembled even more, almost suffocating, and immediately there was a deep ecstasy in his eyes!

this……

Could this be the inheritance recorded in ancient books?

One of the ancient sages, he wants to pass on his lifelong understanding of Confucianism and Taoism to Wang'er!

boom!

boom!

The faces of countless scholars were distorted and hideous, they were so jealous to the point of madness!

Favored by Confucian sages!

This is the scheduled Yasheng!

The Confucian sub-sage is equivalent to the holy land of martial arts!

Confucian saints, that is the supreme realm of martial arts!

That is to say, as long as he is not in the middle way and dies, with this inheritance, Mr. Xu is very likely to enter the first-rank holy realm!

"Buzz!"

Gently stroking the top of his head with his empty hand, under countless horrified gazes, Xu Beiwang's black hair turned white, and his whole body exuded the vicissitudes of life.

The mighty literary energy rushed to the body like a tide.

The true qi in the sea of ​​qi is about to collapse, and the originally majestic physical qi and blood are slowly being weakened!

The mind is clear, cleansed and purified!

Only Confucianism is allowed!

Only with one heart and one mind can we promote Confucianism and Taoism, and have the opportunity to step into the sub-sage realm.

Xu Beiwang suddenly opened his eyes, and his voice was like a bell:

"No!"

Immediately, the body instinctively resisted, and the literary courage in the body was strictly sealed to prevent excess literary energy from invading.

The empty hand returned to the wordless celestial book, and there was a fault in the literary energy above Xu Beiwang's head.

The screen stopped abruptly!

The Confucian Temple Square is like a gloomy tomb, falling into deathly silence!

No!

He does not accept inheritance!

What an act of arrogance!

Never seen before!

How could someone contradict the inheritance of the Confucian sub-sage?

Is Mr. Xu crazy?

Kong Deshang's eyes were lost, and he was completely unable to describe his mood at this moment in words.

Could it be that in the heart of Evil Liao, Yasheng is not worthy of teaching him to be a man? Not worthy to teach him how to do things?

This is simply more arrogant and ignorant than the ancient fierce beast! !

In Yaoguang Palace, Wu Jinshuang squinted her phoenix eyes, and slightly twitched the corners of her lips.

Finally, he did something that satisfied Bengong.

The so-called inferior saints are nothing more than ants.

On the top floor of Tianji Pavilion, a rickety old man raised the corners of his wrinkled eyes, looked at the imperial city, and then stopped at the Confucian Temple.

He seems to be talking to himself:

"This is the era of madmen."

...

In the Confucian Temple Square, there was no sound at all.

Xu Beiwang's expression remained the same, and he didn't show any reluctance at all.

After all, these four sentences are obtained by plagiarism. Even if you steal it for yourself, can you really understand the true meaning of it?

And the most important thing is--

He is contrary to the style of Confucianism.

Self-cultivation, regulating the family, governing the country and the world, he can't do a single thing.

I, Xu Beiwang, am an unscrupulous person, I lack compassion, no one can stand in my way, whoever stands in my way will die!

With such an irreconcilable contradiction, even if one obtains the sub-sage's inheritance, one will definitely be trapped by the inner demons, and will eventually be reduced to a dead tomb.

Besides, he doesn't want to live by the rules!

In the state chariot of Chu State, Jiang Wuji stared at the white robe from afar with a serious expression.

Faced with this kind of temptation, he can categorically reject it, his heart is simply terrifying!

at this moment.

"I want, I want!"

A scholar's eyes were red, and he ran to the wordless book like a maniac.

boom!

Just being affected by the vast aura, this person's body collapsed instantly, and his body and spirit disappeared!

Countless people mourned silently for this dear man, their eyes were blinded by desire, and they died on the spot.

Without looking up, Xu Bei got up slowly and walked towards the center of the square.

But the Wordless Heavenly Book, whose light was gradually dimming, followed him all the time.

This made the scholars present heartbroken, wishing they could write quickly to disparage this ray of spirituality.

Are you deaf? Others don't care about your inheritance, so they almost screamed.

Are you really blind, didn't you notice us talented scholars?

Under the gaze of all the people, half of the handsome man's white hair was hanging loose, like a terrifying Yama!

He looked calmly at the high platform.

At this moment, the atmosphere froze.

The civil and military officials subconsciously looked at the Wu family Zhonghu.

Aren't you going to trample Xu Helian to death?

Now is your chance.

Wu Junji's expression was stiff, his feet seemed to have taken root, and he never moved half a step.

Now Xu Eliao steals the power of heaven and earth, and has the blessing of the wordless heavenly scriptures, if he fights against him.

Then he himself was a fly, and was slapped to death casually.

When the white hair turns black, it means that the spiritual sense dissipates, and that is the death of the evil beast!

A long silence.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wu Junji tried his best to restrain his humiliation and kept calm all the time.

suddenly.

The silence was broken.

"Please, Old Dog Wang, die!"

A gloomy and cold voice swept the audience.

One stone stirs up a thousand waves!

Hundreds of thousands of people looked at each other in blank dismay, all shocked by this monstrous killing intent.

"Master Wang Song, get out."

Xu Beiwang had no expression on his face, and stepped onto the high platform calmly.

The princes of Gungun were shocked, Master Wang Song, isn't this a master warlock of Si Tianjian?

What grudge does Xu Eliao have against him?

In the team of officials, a thin middle-aged man's limbs were cold, as if he had been lifted from the sky, and a basin of cold water was poured in.

"get out!"

The footsteps are getting closer, and the voice does not carry any warmth.

The eldest son of the emperor, Ji Wudao, lowered his head slightly, his face completely lost all color, and his fingers curled up in his sleeves trembled violently.

For the first time in his life, he felt boundless fear, which seemed to be slowly devouring him.

Why.

Why does he know! !

In an instant, Ji Wudao noticed a gaze looking at him lightly, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Xu Beiwang stood with his hands behind his back, and said calmly:

"Old Dog Wang, I'll count to three."