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Chapter 472 The saints reacted, and the ghost domain collapsed!

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    Outside the Nine Heavens, in the endless nothingness.

    A beam of Tianwei roared down!

    In the depths of the chaos, a boundless purple river suddenly emerged, and immediately, a stream of light was drawn out, swam towards the lower realm, and disappeared into the void in an instant.

    At this moment, in Wenqu Xinggong, Bigan and Master, who were drinking tea and playing chess, seemed to feel something, and suddenly raised their heads and looked in the direction where the stream of light fell and disappeared.

    The next moment, Bigan's eyes were full of light, and he said with joy, "My Taixue has produced another saint?!"

    "No!"

    At this time, the master shook his head solemnly, and said in a deep voice: "There is no abnormality in Feisheng Shixin, I am afraid that someone has used the power of a saint!"

    "A saint-level power?!"

    Bigan frowned in disbelief, and said in a deep voice, "Could it besomeone else came from another world?!"

    "That's not necessarily true."

    The master's eyes were like torches, and he said with a light smile: "After all, there is no Confucianism cultivator in the world outside the world, and this person has aroused a long river of arrogance and borrowed awe-inspiring righteousness. He must be the generation of Confucianism cultivator  "

    When Bigan heard the words, his eyes sparkled, and he said with a smile: "As Confucius said, this son should be admitted to my imperial school!"

    "As it should be!"

    The master nodded slightly, and pondered: "Looking at the direction where the streamer falls, it seems to be the Youfu?!"

    After the words were finished, the master swung his right hand suddenly, and in the void, the literary spirit suddenly condensed into a piece of golden paper.

    There are two large characters written on the paper¡ª¡ª

    "Come quickly!"

    In the next moment, the gold paper turned into countless streamers, flying towards the prehistoric world in all directions.

    At the same time, outside the Nine Heavens, the powerful people from all sides responded with their hearts.

    "Is it another Confucian saint?!"

    In the depths of the chaos, an old man in Taoist robes stood with his back on his back, whispering with a half-smile.

    Among the mountains and fields, an old man riding a ox roamed the edge of the field.

    The old man held a wine gourd in his hand, his eyes were blurred, only the strong smell of alcohol.

    The women working around all looked disgusted and deliberately went around.

    The old man didn't mind either, and drank freely.

    Just as a gust of wind blew by, the old man instantly put down the flagon in his hand, his face constantly changing.

    "Looks like it's time to get ready!"

    As soon as the words fell, the old man and the scalper were surrounded by fog, and they turned into a stream of light in a trance, flying to the horizon.

    The women around were all shocked and exclaimed: "The gods have appeared! The gods have appeared!"

    On the border of the Han Kingdom, in a forest hut.

    The three sat opposite each other, but there was a chessboard in front of them.

    The oldest man smiled and said, "Can you see the mystery?"

    The young man on the side sneered with arrogance: "But test your heart and take every step. If you want something, you will be trapped by your heart. Only those who are in the realm of emptiness have no desires. This formation will break down without attack!"

    On the other side of the young man, the elegant middle-aged man smiled and said: "Under the sage, how many people are empty-handed? Besides, even we have something in our hearts, how can we break it?"

    The young man snorted coldly, and said, "Absurd! But how can it not be broken by a child in the fairyland?"

    "If you use the eyes of a saint, you can see through it, but if the people who set up the formation are of a higher level, I am afraid that even with our joint efforts, it will be difficult to break through!" The oldest person said lightly: "This one is interesting."

    The young man frowned slightly, as if remembering something, and said to the middle-aged man in front of him: "Before, in the city of Hanyang"

    Just in the middle of the young man's talk, he suddenly looked up to the sky, and a breeze happened to blow by.

    And the same is true for the other two.

    "This is?!"

    The three of them met their eyes, as if they had discussed it, their figures all slowly disappeared

    Far away in the East China Sea, in Biyou Palace.

    The young man in black slowly opened his eyes, and said to the man in front of him, "Gong Ming, let's put this aside for now!"

    The man's eyes were slightly unwilling, but he still gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement

    Bu Feifan was a little surprised when he saw the light descending from the sky.

    But as he restrained his piano skills, this brilliance also disappeared.

    "No, this space¡±

    At this moment, this dark place is already on the verge of collapse and is about to fall apart.

    Just when Bu Feifan was about to leave this place, he saw the ghost king's corpse not far away.

    Obviously the huge body has disappeared under the bombardment of the saint's power, but only two extremely black pieces of wood fell to the ground.

    Bu Feifan couldn't help being curious, so he hurried forward to pick it up.

    "Um?"

    As soon as I got started, I felt the difference between these two wooden blocks.

    Before he had time to think about it, Bu Feifei put the wooden block into the mustard seed and escaped from the space.

    But Bu Feifan was dumbfounded just after escaping from the cracked gap.

    At this moment, the entire ghost domain is also constantly collapsing!

    Countless disciples of the Sixth Academy were desperately fleeing.

    Fortunately, the compass on them all showed the way out.

    One by one, they escaped from the ghost domain one by one.

    Bu Feifan just wanted to follow, but he sensed the sudden change.

    Outside Fengdu City, everyone was shocked.

    "Fortunately, if I take another step slower, I will stay there forever!"

    "Why did the ghost domain suddenly change? But in this way, our mission is considered complete, right?"

    Senior Fenglei narrowed his eyes slightly, turned to Jian Wuchen and said, "Can you see the shocking power from before?"

    Jian Wuchen also wiped the cold sweat off his brow, and said: "That level of power is definitely not in the realm of the Da Luo Jinxian!"

    "Could it be?" Zhenjun Fenglei opened his eyes and said in disbelief: "But which saint will make the move?"

    "It's very possible, otherwise, how could the ghost king be so flustered?"

    "From this point of view, maybe it can be explained. That's why the ghost city we captured was empty. It turned out that the ghost king was transferred to fight the saint. In the end, the saint destroyed the entire ghost domain!"

    "It's just that I don't know who the saint is. Now that the main body is confined to the dojo, he still has such power!"

    There was a lot of discussion among the people.

    Xiao Shengmo looked at the gap that was gradually closing in front of him, with a look of guilt in his eyes.

    "Brother Feng"

    "How should I face Senior Brother Sect Master and Hua Xiaogu when I go back this time!"

    Master Xuanyu said helplessly: "Brother Xiao, we are also doing our best. The so-called doing everything according to the destiny, Feng Qisheng is also destined for him!"

    There was a sudden shock in the gap.

    "Haha, it seems that I should die!"

    A hearty voice laughed and came out of the gap, and the gentle figure walked out of the gap calmly.

    "Brother Feng!"

    As soon as Bu Feifan stepped out, the gap was tightly closed.

    Xiao Shengmo was overjoyed, his eyes were even more excited, he rushed over and hugged Bu Feifan, and said: "Brother Feng, it's great that you are fine!"

    "Haha, what can the mere ghost king do to me?"

    Jian Wuchen at the side looked gloomy, and snorted coldly: "It's really lucky that Phoenix Chess Master didn't die, if that's the case, let's go back!"

    Bu Feifan smiled triumphantly, but didn't say any more.

    Master Xuan Yu's eyes showed shock, and he said: "The ghost king is so powerful, Feng Chess Master, you are still intact, it is really admirable!"

    "It's just good luck, nothing to worry about!"

    Jian Wuchen, who was walking at the forefront, frowned and quickened his pace, walking forward.

    Immortal Fenglei followed closely behind, hesitated for a while before saying: "Why did I feel that when Feng Wuxian walked out of the gap, the gap seemed to be waiting for him deliberately, so it was a little slower?"

    "Maybe it's my illusion"

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