The real person said coldly.

Why couldn't he see that disciple had been instructed by the Confucian higher-ups?

A disciple of the Jindan Realm, who has not yet spoken, has not yet spoken, and there is no high-level instruction, how dare he do this?

Gu Mo smiled slightly, stretched out his finger and pointed at the disciple's golden pill, the disciple's whole body was shocked, his eyes were full of panic, and the true yuan in his body quickly left.

He finally understood that he had become a victim, his cultivation had been abolished, and he would never want to go to the other side of his dreams in this life.

"So...... Are you still satisfied with the words and ruins of the junior disciple?" Gu Mo was like doing a trivial matter, and the disciple lay on the ground like a dead dog, and he kicked him back into the Confucian sphere of influence.

Everyone looked at it with a chill.

The methods of Confucianism during this period became more and more ruthless, and the monks who stood next to Confucianism kept a distance from the Confucian disciples with palpitations, lest they would harm the pond fish.

Yan Rui Zhenren snorted coldly, kept silent, he and Gu Mo have a deep relationship, but the battle of the bones is like a stranger, and there is no longer the kind of sympathy in the past, this time the Confucian people are not good, Yan Rui Zhenren is ready to draw his sword at any time.

Sacrificing a disciple of the Jindan Realm cultivator, the Confucian disciple couldn't help but sigh with emotion that the rabbit was dead and the dog was cooking, and mourned in silence for that disciple.

At this time, no one has any objections, when Lin Haoran's love appears, when does it appear, and when does it appear, who can accept it calmly.

Many of them are to observe how Lin Haoran survived the catastrophe and hit the opportunity, and they are not willing to bear the unjustified disaster.

Jing Yao commented: "Gu Mo treats people as idiots...... He had a richer facial expression...... The acting is not good, it's too clumsy. ”

Huang Xiufeng said: "Isn't there an allusion in Confucianism called covering one's ears and stealing the bell? In order to deepen our impression, Mr. Gu Mo deliberately demonstrated it on the spot, and his acting skills were just a scene. ”

"Taught. Lin Tianxing said: "It's a pity that that disciple ......"

The three of them did not lower their voices,

The sound was just enough for the Confucian sect to hear, and in an instant, everyone's eyes locked on the high-level of the Confucian sect.

The disciples of Confucianism caused dissatisfaction with the slander of the real people and were abolished, but the two disciples of the Sword Sect talked about the Confucian style in a grand manner, and it depends on how the Confucianism deals with it.

The Confucian Holy Lord glanced at Jing Yao and the three of them lightly, indifferent, but his ordinary gaze made Jing Yao and the three of them feel a thorn in their backs.

Glancing at each other, horror flashed in their hearts.

They had the experience of resisting the Mahayana period, and they didn't take the Confucian holy masters seriously.

But judging from the pressure felt, the Feiyun Demon Shuai was obviously completely exploded, and the combat strength of the two was clearly not on the same level, only to know that this Holy Lord His Excellency's cultivation was earth-shattering.

Gu Mo said: "Don't you plan to give me an explanation for Confucianism, humiliate the Confucian holy scriptures in public......

His voice gradually deepened, because at this time, the clouds and mist opened widely, and the blue sky reappeared, and the dazzling sunlight sprinkled the entire Sword Sect, and a white-robed old man walked in the sky as if no one was around.

Cultivators with low cultivation do not feel anything, and the higher their cultivation, the more panicked they feel, especially the Confucian Holy Lord and the Buddha Emperor are the most.

The two of them were as famous as the old man in the sky, but the object they had been chasing had left them behind, and half of their True Yuan had turned into the power of Immortal Yuan.

"It's Lin Haoran. ”

"It's so strong. ”

"That's not the point, the point is that the faces of the Holy Lord and the Buddha Emperor are green. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, I just saw the Buddha Emperor glance at you, it has nothing to do with friendliness, it's very cruel. ”

......

Lin Haoran took steps, just like a leisurely walk, the white robe and white beard temperament, he smiled slightly, and the ill-intentioned people suddenly felt empty, as if that smile had insight into all their thoughts.

The Confucian Holy Lord Lang Sheng smiled and said, "Brother Haoran, don't come unharmed, right?"

Lin Haoran said lightly: "Don't come to any trouble, Your Excellency should be careful to know that you will let the old man look down on you after asking many times." ”

The Confucian Holy Lord's face froze, the laughter stuck in his throat, his eyes were gloomy, Lin Haoran's words pierced the layer of window paper, smiled coldly, and stopped pretending.

"Oh Buddha Mita. The Buddha Emperor recited the Buddha's name, and the short figure seemed to become majestic in the eyes of everyone, Lin Haoran pointed out: "Buddha Emperor, put away your hypocrisy." ”

......

Because of Lin Haoran's arrival, the square was already very quiet, and Lin Haoran's words were amazing, which made the square even more dead.

Their mouths were dry and their hearts were pounding, and if they could, they would now prefer to turn away and never wade through the muddy waters again, and the monks who remained neutral gradually moved south.

Xihua, Yan Rui, and Xiaoyue flew up to the high platform where the disciples of the Sword Sect were located, led by Lin Haoran, coldly commenting on Confucianism and Buddhism, although they were at an absolute disadvantage in numbers, they were like a sharp blade, blocking the eyes.

"The five members of the Demon Sect will also appear together. ”

Lin Haoran said lightly, his fingers swiped lightly in the air, and the space was distorted, and the five demon marshals hidden in the void shielded in five directions, and the second time they were like nothingness.

The faces of the 100,000 monks changed dramatically.

There are many masters among them, masters of the Jindan Realm, the Yuanying Realm, and the Distraction Realm abound, and there are even stronger merger realms.

But even if he is a master of the Mahayana realm, he can't see how Lin Haoran moves, and he forced out the five demon commanders with one sword.

"It's Lin Haoran's plan, the master brother ......" Gu Mo looked at the Confucian Holy Lord with a pale face, and his Confucian robe was already wet with sweat.

Cultivating to his realm, his heart has long been unfazed, but Lin Haoran's light sword seems to penetrate his spirit.

Since the beginning of the Confucian Buddhism Sect's plan to punish the Sword Sect, until now, the two sides have not had a real duel, and the form is not obvious.

However, Lin Haoran's faint expression and the sword of Fang Cai crushed all the self-confidence in Gu Mo's heart.

Gu Mo had participated in the Sixth Immortal and Demon War, and he couldn't forget that Lin Haoran stood at the top of the Sword Sect, above the sea of clouds, and slashed at the battlefield.

A sword that tears through the sky.

Severely injured the Demon Lord Qin Qiuhe, and hastily ended the Sixth Immortal and Demon War, now Lin Haoran is stronger, and he has lost the courage to fight.

Courage and fear go against each other, faith in victory is more important than strong cultivation, and when a monk loses courage, the seed of fear takes root in his heart.

Looking at Lin Haoran's figure standing upright in the air, the faces of the 100,000 monks changed drastically.

The monk who remained neutral stubbornly bowed his hand to Lin Haoran and said, "Master Lin, we have no intention of being the enemy of the Sword Sect, can you let us go?" In fact, there is still a certain relationship with the Sword Sect in the lower ancestor. ”

The monk told the truth.

Similar to the kind of relationship between the friends of the aunts of distant relatives and the ancestors of the ancestors, everyone is shocked, and the relationship that can't be beaten by the eight poles, you are embarrassed to take it out and say it.