The heavens start from the eight parts of Tianlong

Yes, Emperor Joan of Arc wants to escape!
He has lived in the underground dragon vein for decades, secretly controlling everything, the so-called longevity.

And once she sensed the threat of death, Emperor Joan of Arc would of course risk her life!

Unfortunately, Wei Yuan, who summoned the heroic soul of the Confucian saint, would not let him go. Even the power belonging to the witch god hidden in the eyeball seemed to be stimulated by the Confucian saint and became active.

"boom!"

Behind Wei Yuan, the heroic spirit of the Confucian saint suddenly took a step forward and stepped down hard! The next moment, all the dragon vein power that was about to move on the earth was wiped out.

The Confucian Sage carving knife in Wei Yuan's hand stabbed forward lightly, pierced the dragon's vein spirit, and landed on Emperor Jeanne's body.

"Ah!" Emperor Jeanne let out a miserable cry again, and her flawless soul began to melt, almost completely losing its ability to resist.

At the same time, the Witch God's eyeball, which was originally hidden in the Dragon Vein Spirit Dragon Pearl, moved strangely to the center of Emperor Jeanne's eyebrows.

It makes Emperor Jeanne look like... like she has grown a third eye!
"Witch God! What do you want to do to me... No!" Emperor Jeanne's screams stopped abruptly, and the power of the Witch God, as black as ink, slowly eroded from the center of her eyebrows to Emperor Jeanne's whole body.

When the last strand of Emperor Jeanne's hair was completely eroded by the power of the Witch God, the former emperor of the Dafeng Dynasty was shocked.

Immediately, an unusual momentum descended on him.

Just sensing this power makes people tremble all over. It is a kind of fear originating from the depths of the soul, which makes people unable to muster the courage to resist.

"Witch God!" Wei Yuan reached out with one hand, retracted the Confucian Sage's engraved knife, left the sword on the right, stood in the void, and faced off from afar with the mutated "Emperor Joan of Arc".

Obviously, Emperor Joan of Arc at this moment has been completely controlled by the Witch God's eyeballs and has become a puppet of the other party.

"The power of the Confucian sage is unforgivable!" The Witch God said indifferently, indifferent to the common people. As a super-class, his essence has transcended everything and evolved in the direction of immortality.

Thousands of years ago, if the Confucian Sage had not suddenly taken action and sealed Him, the entire land of Jiuzhou would have been devoured by Him and several other super-grades.

However, there is a time when the Confucian Sage's seal will eventually be worn away. Today, several super-class people on the Kyushu Continent are about to escape, and there is no way to stop them.

"Die!"

Behind Emperor Jeanne controlled by the Witch God, streams of black smoke rose into the sky, covering the sky, blocking the scorching sun, blocking the blue sky, and turning the day into night.

For a moment, this black mist enveloped the surrounding area of ​​the capital, and it was still rolling over a hundred-mile radius, like a violent wave under a storm.

A common man's blood splatters three feet in anger, an emperor's anger lays down millions of corpses, what if the gods are angry?

The next moment, countless black energy condensed into substance and turned into a mysterious black shadow a hundred feet high. The black shadow of the witch god faced off against the soul of the Confucian saint behind Wei Yuan.

Then he stretched out his big hand and pressed it gently with his fingers!
The anger of a god is certainly terrifying, but what qualifications do mortals have to experience the wrath of a god? To the gods, mortals are nothing more than beings that can be crushed to death with one finger, no different from ants!

"Crack!"

There was a sound of bones breaking, and before the god's attack came, its power had already shattered all the bones in Wei Yuan's body. His spine bent sharply, as if he was carrying a huge mountain on his shoulders, and it was difficult to raise his head again.

"In my life, I do not respect gods, worship Buddha, do not believe in kings, and only serve the common people!" Wei Yuan straightened his body little by little, and said with an unprecedented sparkle in his eyes: "What about the gods? They are cruel and unkind, and treat the common people as ants. My enemy!"

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Looking at the entire capital, there are very few people who can withstand the pressure of the Witch God and stand tall like Wei Yuan, and there are even many third-grade extraordinary people who show extremely solemn expressions.

Of course, this does not include Lu Yuan and Jian Zheng on the Star Observation Tower. "Is this the power of a super-class?" Lu Yuan felt the pressure brought by the Witch God. He felt that it was similar to the clone of the Gu God that he faced in the abyss last time. His strength was so-so.

"This is just a trace of the power of the Witch God revealing the Confucian Saint's seal." Jian Zheng said: "The real super product is hundreds of times stronger than this!"

It is said that those above the first grade are super grade, but the gap between the first grade and the super grade is like a chasm, and the gap is not enough to measure!

"Is that so?" Lu Yuan silently estimated the gap between the two sides and said, "Then I'm afraid I still can't beat them."

"Of course you can't win, unless you can also become a super-class." Jian Zheng pondered for a moment and said: "Let me tell you the place where the spiritual accumulation gathers."

"Why?" Lu Yuan asked.

He remembered that Jian Zheng once said that he must agree to a condition before he would tell him about Jiuzhou Continent, the last place where the spirits of ancient gods and demons gathered.

"Time has not waited for me!" Jian Zheng said: "The secrets of heaven have changed, and with the recovery of super products, it has become more difficult to control. To ensure peace in the world, Da Feng needs a god of war."

In fact, Jian Zheng initially chose Wei Yuan as the best candidate to become the God of War. When Wei Yuan refused, it was now Xu Qi'an.

However, today's Jiuzhou Continent is full of turmoil and unpredictable events, and Jian Zheng also feels an unspeakable sense of urgency in his heart.

It seems that there is not much time left before the catastrophe of heaven and earth in the future!

Therefore, I'm afraid there isn't much time left for Xu Qi'an to grow up. A wily and calculating person like Jian Zheng would naturally not just put his eggs in one basket.

"What are your conditions?" Lu Yuan asked, "Tell me, what are your conditions?"

An enigmatic smile appeared on Jian Zheng's face and he said: "I hope that no matter what you become in the future, you will not do anything detrimental to this world."

Lu Yuan was confused. He didn't know why Jian Zheng said this to him. After all, he had a wife and daughter in Dafeng. How could he do something detrimental to the world?
However, after pondering for a moment, he still nodded solemnly and said: "Okay!"

After hearing this, Jian Zheng said: "The place where the ancient gods and demons gathered together that I know is deep in the overseas ruins. It is called the Island of Gods and Demons. It is the place where countless ancient gods and demons finally fought and perished. "

"Deep in the ruins, the island of gods and demons, I understand. Thank you so much, Supervisor." Lu Yuan said.

For a first-level martial artist like him who has already condensed the immortal runes in advance and mastered the power of laws, all he needs to be promoted is a large number of gods and demons.

Once Lu Yuan has enough spiritual energy, it is not difficult for Lu Yuan to advance to the realm of the God of War.

While the two were chatting, Wei Yuan picked up the weapon in his hand again and held it across his chest.

At some point, the hundred-foot-tall Confucian sage's heroic soul disappeared, and it finally appeared behind Wei Yuan, as if it was the most solid backer for this outstanding figure a thousand years later.

A thousand years ago there was Confucian sage, and a thousand years later there was Wei Yuan!
I heard that he was high-spirited, furious, and roared at the Witch God: "You, the Witch God, want to erode my destiny and destroy the vitality of the human race in the Central Plains. Have you asked me, Wei Yuan!"

Then, Wei Yuan took hold of the Confucian Sage's carving knife and gently held it forward. The carving knife bloomed with dazzling brilliance.

More than 1,200 years have passed since the last time the Confucian sage used his sword. This sword spanned a thousand years.

There is no such stunning sword light in the world, nor such arrogant spirit. The black shadow condensed by the Witch God's eyeballs collapsed inch by inch, disintegrating into a terrifying wave that swept through the world.

Emperor Jeanne's soul was finally overwhelmed and died completely. In the end, Wei Yuan won the game between man and god! (End of chapter)