Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

364. Conferred Gods Taiwan Conferred Gods List (12 Chapter)

Marquis Chongwu slowly raised his head and looked at Han Muye.

Marquis Wu’s eyes flashed, and he said solemnly, “There is no objection to this matter.”

Putting down the spear, Han Muye reached out and grabbed the half-armor held by the other soldier.

However, Wen Mosheng can be sanctified on the basis of Tianxuan, and can the Conferred Gods list rely on the spirit of the saint?

The owner of the spear persisted until the end, and in the end, his blood was exhausted.

Standing in front of the army formation, Han Muye asked softly without looking back.

Pictures appeared in Han Muye’s mind.

No, how can this be a story?

Behind them, someone was waiting for their return.

Just like the sound of ink.

“If we don’t leave the Profound Sky World, we just can’t bear the fall of countless creatures in this world, and the collapse of a splendid world.”

Marquis Wu and all the soldiers looked at Han Muye with their eyes fixed, without making a sound.

Scholars joined the army, from logistics registration to handling supplies.

Spiritual Qi and Haoran Qi perfuse, the screen reproduces.

In the army fighting in the void, looking back at Tianxuan, it is as bright as the brightest star in the bottom of my heart.

A cloud of thunder exploded above Han Muye’s head, shattering the breath on his body.

A look of excitement flashed across Wuhou’s face, and he said in a low voice, “Okay!”

does it worth?

Before such a general trend, the spirits of ordinary celestial practitioners would collapse in an instant.

According to Han Muye’s deduction, the biggest possibility is that the power of Heavenly Dao in the Xuantian world will lead him to the path of competing with Wen Mosheng, just like in the past.

…

The number one in the army in the Profound Sky World, the number one powerhouse in Martial Dao, is it that he wants to distance himself from Wen?

It was a father’s wish, and he didn’t know how to refuse.

This is a senior heroic spirit, a fresh life.

“You have also stood in the sky to see this Profound Sky World, you have also witnessed the destruction of a world, and you have also seen this imperial city shining like a fairy city.”

“Lu Yutao, the general of Luyuan Wei and Zhenyuan of the Red Flame Army, was born in Tianxuan Zhaowu in the 89th year and died in Tianxuan’s 48th year. He has accumulated 3,500 military exploits, and has the rank of third-class general.”

His Cultivation Base is profound, and his words and deeds can trigger changes in the power of heaven and earth.

Could it be that he stayed in the Profound Sky Imperial City for a long time, and naturally led to today’s Conferred Gods Karma?

Before he could finish speaking, Yanzhen lightly dressed and bowed to Marquis Wu: “Marquis Chongwu has been fighting for tens of thousands of years to protect Tianxuan, so please accept Yanzhen lightly.”

The middle-aged scribe who shouted loudly on the high platform was actually the deputy head of the Imperial City Academy who no longer cares much about it.

Reach out and gently hold the folding fan.

Look at the brightest star in the sky.

Conferred Gods Desk!

The imperial city is as splendid as the heaven and the earth, and the Profound Sky is green. It is not a fairyland, but the home of the red dust.

On the top of his head, there is a golden aura intertwined with people’s expectations, transforming into various images.

Marquis Wu’s voice was low, revealing killing and firmness.

Once you start writing, the soul will be drawn to the Conferred Gods list on the Conferred Gods platform, and this life will be uneasy.

Jian Xiu, before thousands of powerful enemies, stood still as a mountain.

“Hundreds of thousands of troops fell, and my Tianxuan defense line was forced to move back 30 million miles.”

In the rear, the endless blood in the camp, and the Blood Qi on those generals who knelt down on one knee seemed to flow like the sky.

Above Indistinguishable Dao, only Marquis Wu can take on this responsibility.

Marquis Wu waved his hand and let the army return.

Han Muye took a deep breath and said softly: “With the will of life as the pen and ink, the great Confucian wrote the pen and was named Conferred Gods.”

Obsession, Karma.

worth.

“In these Star worlds, there are a total of 853 living Stars, and there are trillions of living creatures on them.”

Han Muye and Yan Zhenqing marched into the tent with Marquis Wu.

The deputy head of the Imperial City Academy, his words are really light.

Is this the way, or is it fate Karma?

“The Red Flame Army Tianfeng Guard Suwei General Yan Mingze, the great Confucian said that the youngest son, Zhaowu was recruited into the army in the nineteenth year, and he accumulated three thousand years of merit as the Suwei General, guarding the three worlds.”

“Brother Dahe, when will you come back to marry me?”

There was a flash of bright and agile color in Han Muye’s eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Han Muye raised his head with a golden light in his eyes.

Hao Ran wrapped the folding fan, and the picture emerged.

On the surviving fan, several incomplete handwriting can be seen.

“Zhenyuan General Lu Yutao has guarded Lu Yangzhou in Fen Zero World for three hundred years, and has experienced eight thousand wars.”

Han Muye nodded solemnly.

Before he finished speaking, a voice sounded: “I’m coming.”

He bowed his sleeves and bowed to the ground.

At this time, there was anger in his heart, and suddenly the big tent was gloomy and gloomy, depressed and dignified.

Turning his head, Yan Zhen looked at Han Muye lightly: “I’ll do the writing of Conferred Gods, I can only do this.”

For this Tianxuan, for their own beliefs, they don’t care about life or death.

To protect this Star, to protect the creatures on this Star, death is worth it.

Sword Ray, among Qi Sea and Dantian, only swayed gently, and was not affected at all.

At this time, although there were no 100,000 army formations, the chilling spirit of the large camp was not weaker than that of the army formation.

“The Chief of the Twelve Guards of the Chiyan Army’s Beacon Fire Camp, Cao Dahe, was born in Tianxuan Dazhao in the 3,156th year, and died in Tianxuan’s Muling fifty-eight years, at the age of 174. ”

But at one time, Marquis Wu had to seal hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of remnant souls, and it was impossible to imagine that it would cost the soul.

Han Muye looked at Marquis Chongwu.

“The last time this prince besieged and killed the God King in the world of no grudges, the realm of no grudges and the world of fairy spirits joined forces to retaliate and break through a guarded realm.”

“Tianxuanyan Mingze is here, He Fangxiao came to die?”

“Do you know how many of the eight hundred and fifty-three Stars have survived over the past 100,000 years?”

“If my Profound Sky World hadn’t defended the Quartet for so many years, set up the Void Star battle line, and placed the battlefield outside the sky, the war would have burned to the mainland of Profound Sky World.”

Blue robes, white beards.

“The Marquis Cultivation Base has already broken through the limit of this world. Brother Wen has already reversed his achievements 20,000 years ago, and he has reached a state where there is no way to enter.”

Willing to.

“Yan Mingze.”

Back then, the girl across the street who said she was waiting for her own became a grandmother.

Han Muye whispered softly, and in his mind came to mind the gray-haired old man who was holding the thin letter paper in his hand and always looked at him a few times before going to battle.

“Mingze protects one side, and it can be regarded as what he wants.”

No objection?

Each soldier holds a relic in his hand.

Han Muye was also slightly silent at this time.

A descendant of an aristocratic family in Huangcheng Shangcheng, who has practiced for 20 years, Foundation Establishment Third Stage, and went out of bounds with the elders.

“You should know that once I have an obsession in my heart, I can’t get rid of it and become Karma.”

At this moment, everyone looked at Marquis Wu.

“As a father, I don’t have any other skills. I practice Confucianism and Taoism, and I’m not good at fighting. If I want to avenge him, I can’t do it.”

After a pause, he looked at Marquis Wu: “I can’t guarantee that my soul will not be swept away by the Avenue of Heaven and Earth during the Conferred Gods, if—”

Little Brother read and listened to the Imperial City Academy.

The accumulated military exploits were all exchanged for resources and sent to the Tianxuan Imperial City home.

In the void, a table of Conferred Gods is forged.

Camp training, stationed for three years, when needed outside the sky, without hesitation, set foot on the flying boat to transport the army.

From planning battles to commanding an army.

When he straightened up, his eyes fell on the residual fan held by the soldier.

According to Yuan Tianjianzun’s statement in the past, there will be a natural force of the Dao to pull and collide between the strong.

There was this sentence on the letter.

“Thousands of troops will be guided by their blood and energy, and the spirits of the great cultivators above Indistinguishable Dao will be compiled into the Conferred Gods list. From now on, you will be in harmony with this side of the gods, be sacrificed by the people, and die on the Conferred Gods list. Would you like to?” Han Muye Speak again.

That is, disapprove?

After a hundred years, the Star is still shining brilliantly.

Seeming to understand what Han Muye was thinking, Marquis Wu said again: “This Marquis has been in charge of the Chiyan Army since then, and for more than 10,000 years, he has fought countless battles outside the territory.”

“My favorite child is a rogue, lying on the stream head and peeling off the lotus pod.”

Having said that, there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

“Om-”

“Cao Dahe, accumulated 359 battles and suffered 162 serious injuries.”

This action is just like when Yan Zhenqing gave him the folding fan, he looked so happy.

The Profound Sky army attacking and suppressing the Quartet is the tyrannical Killing intent of the army formation, which is frightening.

Even if it is as strong as words and light, the soul is tormented day and night, and it is separated from the Dao, and it may not be able to withstand it.

Putting down the folding fan, Han Muye’s eyes fell in front of him.

Marquis Wu turned his eyes to the front, looking at the soldiers and soldiers, and then raised his eyes to look at the continuous pavilions and buildings in the distance.

Sword Qi is poured, and a faint golden light flashes.

“Are you willing to?”

There is no rhetoric, it is the responsibility of defending the soil, just drawing a sword and fighting the sky.

“You say, is it worth it?”

“The 30,000,000-mile line of defense?” Yan Zhen frowned slightly and said solemnly, “Wouldn’t that reveal my Tianxuan Universe’s guard formation?”

Moreover, such a big move will definitely shake the power of the Great Dao in the Profound Sky World, and I don’t know how it will change at that time.

Five hundred years of fighting, has become a half step heaven, guarding one side.

From an ordinary family in the lower city of the imperial city, the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy was drafted into the army.

Endless fighting, emptiness in the void.

“These loyal souls, I want to give them a home.”

Han Muye admits that the world is so beautiful that it makes people nostalgic.

Putting down his armor, Han Muye’s gaze fell on a folding fan with only a few bone handles left.

Han Muye hesitated and nodded.

His mind quickly deduced, and all the pictures converged.

In his Divine Treasure, the Sword of Divine Soul is solid, like a needle that stabilizes the sea, securing the Divine Treasure.

“Void beasts, fairy world, no grudge world, which world doesn’t conquer the Star world all the time?”

“boom–”

With the help of the power of heaven and earth, integrating one’s own way, and expending some great energy, Conferred Gods can succeed.

Han Muye, who was standing in front, bore the brunt.

“My lotus pond has sharp corners and no dragonflies have landed on it.”

When the cloud and thunder fell, Han Muye said in a loud voice: “Based on the relics of three million remnants, the Conferred Gods platform is cast in the void, leading the return of the remnants who have sacrificed for Tianxuan for countless thousands of years. feasible?”

Indistinguishable Dao above big cultivator.

When a hundred thousand troops are assembled, the qi and blood of the army can break through the protective qi of the Heavenly Realm overhaul and directly suppress the great cultivator.

I don’t know how much the robes around him have changed.

Every relic here is a story.

“Wuhou, is it worth it?”

Twenty years.

Yan Zhenqing, who was wearing a green robe, looked impassioned. Under the stage, a student from the Imperial City Academy stepped forward and wrote his name and surname on the white cloth.

Marquis Wu sat in front of the long desk with Killing intent on his face.

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For countless years, countless lives were lost outside the world, is it worth it?

a hundred years.

“This time, the Chi Yan Army needs 300 students to join the army to serve as staff officers. All students of our Imperial City Academy can sign up voluntarily.”

Flexible and thick.

Whether it is at Guanjiangkou or Xianyue Lake, if he can say “Conferred Gods”, that is because the enshrined gods are not powerful and not many in number.

Putting away the folding fan and holding a long sword, the brocade-robed old man stepped out in one step, carrying the wind, soaring to the sky.

The edge of the pen is elegant and unrestrained.

This action, like three years ago, before each war, he unfolded the folding fan.

“For the past 20,000 years, the real body of the Marquis has been unable to suppress breakthroughs, and Senior Brother Wen has divided his own avenues into countless divisions to integrate with the Tianxuan world.”

What’s more, he is a sword cultivator, and if he meets the enemy, he will use his sword.

In the picture, the middle-aged general in blood-colored armor and holding a long sword rose into the sky without turning back in the face of the catastrophe of the overturning of heaven and earth.

In front of Han Muye, the soldiers stood up straight.

My friend’s new book “Cultivation from Longevity” is on the shelves tonight. If you like this type, you can go and read it.

Countless army generals followed Wuhou to fight, and their remnant souls became the obsession of Wuhou.

“As the students of the Imperial City Academy, you should not only be a learned person, but also someone who is useful to Tianxuan and the living beings in the world.”

“Outside the Profound Sky World, there were more than 38,000 Star Worlds in a radius of 120,000 miles.”

Some things can’t be avoided if you want to hide.

“In the one hundred and eighty-fourth year of Mingning, the fairy world invaded, and the eighteen worlds of the Guards fell. The general of the Guards, Yan Mingze, went to battle alone, followed his words, killed five Heavenly Realm Expanding Aperture Primordial Spirits, and finally fell. In the picture, the old man in the brocade robe slowly unfolded the folding fan in his hand.

From now on, he will be entangled with this world, and he will never be able to escape.

But writing Conferred Gods is not that easy.

Little Sister is married, and her brother-in-law is a petty businessman.

No regrets in this life, no regrets in the next life.

Marquis Wu looked at Yan Zhenqing who was walking forward slowly, sighed softly, cupped hands and said, “Brother Yan, I couldn’t take good care of—”

Starting with the ice cold, the traces on the broken armor are bloody.

If this matter cannot be properly resolved, I am afraid that Marquis Wu will hinder his cultivation in the future.

A streak of golden aura gasified into a beam of light, blocking Han Muye.

On him, the strong Killing intent seemed to turn into a long dragon, running through the long river of heaven and earth.

Not just them.

“Twenty-one.”

After pondering for a moment, Marquis Wu nodded and said, “I wish.”

Wen Xiang could only be silent.

As his voice fell, the soldiers in the front, in the camp, heard a shout: “May—”

Wan Jun’s expression did not change before.

Looking up, Yan Zhenqing’s eyes were full of relief.

Alien beasts attacked, and three thousand Chi Yan army soldiers fell.

Is it to take care of one’s own path, or to remove obstacles for Wuhou’s cultivation?

ten years.

In the pictures I just saw, almost every fallen Scarlet Flame general will look back in his spare time.

No wonder Wen Xiang did not object to such things that shook the foundation of Tianxuan Confucianism and Taoism.

Stepping forward, he reached out and grasped the half-spear held in the hands of a soldier.

Hearing Han Muye’s words, Wuhou Chen Qingzhi slowly turned around.

Thinking of this, he froze in his heart.

From the high-spirited weak scholar, to wearing iron armor, the hilt of the sword in his hand is scratched with calluses.

Fighting with the army of the No Resentment Realm, the world collapsed, and in the end, only half of the armor was found.