The old man smiled and turned around and beat the drum.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

Between beating the drums, an invisible energy from heaven and earth still gathered, and the sculpture gathered little by little on the old man's head.

The clouds are mixed with air, as if all rivers flow into the sea!

Heaven and earth have righteousness!

With the blessing of this energy, with the sound of drumbeats, every human soldier who faced the immortals and gods, his original timidity and fear were actually dissipating!

As the shouts of killing sounds were waving weapons to kill those immortals and gods!

Full of righteousness, I dare to pull the immortals and gods out of the horse!

...

Lu Mengran looked at him in shock, but his mind gradually calmed down, as if he was also infected by the old man's righteousness, no longer fearful or timid.

The picture changes.

He saw the old man in the Confucian shirt, with a smile on his face, walked out of the city tower step by step, out of the city wall, and towards the battlefield.

The hunched old man, the old man with a weak qi and blood, the old man of a Confucian scholar...

In this way, we walked to the battlefield without hesitation.

Among the immortals and gods, strong people rushed over, and the terrifying killing aura shook the world, as if they were about to destroy the world. Such power is awe-inspiring and terrifying.

The old man, who was a mortal body, was covered with righteousness, and was not afraid of the terrifying power.

With the body of a mortal, with the righteous spirit, we can support a world.

The body of a mortal is comparable to the immortal god!

Use the body of a mortal to go against the will of heaven and change one's destiny!

Lu Mangran was completely shocked and also had a supreme awe.

The end of the picture.

Lu Mangran heard the old man smiled loudly in the face of the immortal god, leaving a heroic sentence.

"Only one spirit shines on history!"

This sentence seemed to tremble and land on the confused soul.

The screen disappears.

The entire Chuanwu Palace was quiet.

Only Lu Mangran was breathing violently. Our scholars could only shine in history!

Lu Mangran suddenly realized that at this moment, he felt an sudden enlightenment.

Scholars are useless!

Scholars can also stop the hosts.

but……

Can the righteous energy of heaven and earth be used for me?

Lu Mangran had doubts in his heart.

He raised his head, looked at Qiongtian, looked outside Chuanwu Palace, and asked in confusion: "Senior...why is this?"

The ark was entrenched in the void, and was also a little surprised by the pictures presented by Chuanwu Bookstore.

Perhaps, that old man is a senior in Chuanwu Bookstore.

Fang Ark calmed down his mind, maintained calmness and stability, and spoke slowly.

"This is...wendao."

The sound roared, lingering in Lu Mengran's ears, endlessly.

Wendao...

Lu Mangran murmured. At this moment, he suddenly stopped being confused, as if he had found the only beam of light in the darkness of the world!

"Senior, I want to learn."

Lu bowed in a daze and gave a great gift.

"Capture your righteous spirit between heaven and earth."

A misty sound lingers in the Chuanwu Hall, and the entire hall is roaring.

Teaching is impossible, and neither does Ark.

Only Lu Mangran can understand it by himself. Fang Ark can only consume martial arts experience to the best of his ability and create time for Lu Mangran to comprehend.

"My Haoran righteousness..."

Lu Mangran heard this and thoughtful, his eyes lit up slightly, and he sat cross-legged.

Start reciting the song that the mysterious senior recited.

The heaven and earth have righteous energy, and the various forms are given...

Over and over again, I don’t know that time flows and years change.

Lu Mangran persevered and recited it again and again. He closed his eyes and felt the darkness of Qingcheng, the sadness and roar of the dead human compatriots in Qingcheng, and the joyful laughter and reluctance to Qingcheng when he died in battle.

All the injustices suffered since the Qingzhou Conference have come to my mind.

for a long time.

Lu Mangran slowly opened his eyes.

The entire Chuanwu Palace was silent.

Only Lu Mangran let out a long sigh of relief.

Then, it was passed down into the Wu Temple.

There is a magnificent aura that continues to gather, with a huge white light!

...

...

The ark was floating above the Chuanwu Palace, looking calmly at Lu Mengran below.

Wen Dao is the way he can imagine to change this general trend.

But Wen Dao... Fang Ark really doesn't.

He knew that there was such a way, but the righteous energy of heaven and earth was full of clear energy, and Fang Ark could not cultivate it for the time being, but his failure did not mean that Lu Mangran could not do it.

Even in an ordinary world, there is an invisible righteousness. Fang Ark does not believe that the human race realm that possesses the human emperor's aura will not have great righteousness.

Therefore, Fang Ark guided Lu to this path in a daze.

Moreover, deal with the gloomy and dark ghost clan...

Haoran is just right.

Rumble!

Chuanwu Bookstore trembled!

Then, countless golden lights gathered above Chuanwu Bookstore.

Then, it gathered into a white booklet. On top of the booklet, the righteous spirit was vast and gathered into two words, literary way.

After recording it into a book, it actually landed on the first series of bookshelf.

At this moment, what Fang Ark cares about is not the gathering of literary and arts into a book, but what he cares about is how Lu Guild does in Qingcheng at this moment.

...

...

Qingzhou, Qingcheng.

The darkness is wrapped around and there is no trace of light.

At this moment, the powerful people of all races in Qingcheng were filled with emotion, and the Qingcheng of the human race... was about to be destroyed.

The envoys of the gods, immortals, demons, demons and other tribes can clearly judge the situation.

The human race without reinforcements has done its best to fight until now, and has killed the ghost race that is several times more than itself.

Human warriors do dare to fight, but...

After all, there were no reinforcements.

In fact, when Zhang Zhenyu died in battle, the tribes knew that the fall of Qingcheng tonight was already doomed.

"After tonight, Qingzhou belongs to the ghost clan."

The Gods' Clan's resident world envoy was carrying hands, and the divine character between her eyebrows was shining with light, saying lightly.
To be continued...