Chapter 949: The unparalleled scholar (3)

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After the fiendgod era, it was one of the few Supreme-grade items.

It wasn’t too much to say that he was ‘like a god or a devil’.

Wei Yuan retracted his gaze, lifted his foot, and stepped onto the first step.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth were filled with killing intent. This space was repelling him and targeting him, causing a terrifying pressure to descend.

Wei Yuan paused for a moment and then stepped onto the second step.

The projection of the Confucian Saint descended with clear light to offset the pressure of heaven and earth.

Wei Yuan raised his head and bowed to the projection of the Confucian Saint, ‘”‘No need!”

He had summoned the Confucian Saint not to kill the enemy, but to seal the Sorcerer God.

Salen AGU had encouraged him to break the barrier with the power of the Confucian Saint in order to weaken the power of the Confucian Saint. How much power would the Confucian Saint have left when they reached the altar?

He, Wei Yuan, was not a tool, not just a tool to carry the soul of the Confucian Saint.

On the contrary, he, Wei Yuan, was the one who sealed the Sorcerer God.

The Confucian Saint was his tool.

The second level, the third level, the fourth level ..

After level 20, a crack appeared on Wei Yuan’s body with every step he took. The immortal body of a high-ranked martial artist healed the terrible wounds and barely maintained his balance.

After level 50, Wei Yuan was like a porcelain man pieced together. His body was covered in cracks, including his elegant and handsome face.

He finally stopped. It was unknown whether it was because he was exhausted or because he was unable to move forward anymore.

“If you don’t transcend your grade, you’re still a mortal. What’s the difference between you and an ant?”

An ethereal sigh could be heard, as if it came from ancient times.

Along with this voice, an unstoppable power surged forth. Heaven and earth worked together to kill Wei Yuan.

There were two paths in front of Wei Yuan. The first was to use the power of the Confucian Saint to reach the top. As for whether this hard-won heroic soul would still have the power to seal the witch God after reaching the top, only God knew.

The second option was to turn around and leave, retreating with the great Feng

Army.

God, how awe-inspiring ..

Wei Yuan mumbled as a piece of past that had been sealed in his memory broke through.

Forty years ago, when Emperor Zhen de was still in power, there was a tragic war in the three Northeast regions.

The God of sorcerer gave an Oracle to destroy Da Feng and seize its fate. At that time, the three countries in the northeast mobilized 200000 troops to attack Xiang, Jing, and Yu provinces. They slaughtered every three days, leaving no one alive. The people of Da Feng were slaughtered like lowly grass.

There was no one for hundreds of miles, and bones were buried in the mountains.

They were even more brutal and violent than the demon barbarians.

To this day, that battle was still a shadow in the old man’s heart, who had experienced the rebellion.

It was also because of that battle that the Imperial court had deployed 100000 troops to the three provinces in the next ten years. The people would rather be refugees than return to their homeland. They were really afraid of the witchcraft cult.

After the incident, the Imperial court created a new yellow Book and found that the vast rivers and mountains of Xiang, Jing, and Yu provinces were empty. Millions of people had died in the war.

Wei Yuan’s ancestral home was Yuzhou.

The Wei family only had one young man who survived.

He was no longer the young man in green from back then. Wei Yuan laughed wildly and said,

“Looking back forty years, the hatred of the country and the family is still present. Now, I want to know if a God can trap an ant like me. ‘

A green-robed man walked up the stairs, and the heaven and earth cage was like a decoration.

Level 99, he reached the top in one go.

The one standing in front of the statue was a broken human.

“It seems that gods are nothing more than this,” Wei Yuan laughed in disdain.

Yi Lai was 4800 years old, and only two people from the Central Plains had ever ascended the headquarters of the witchcraft cult.

The Confucian Saint from 1200 years ago.

Wei Yuan 1200 years later.

Only these two people.

Grand Wizard salen AGU sighed, ” Wei Yuan, the witch God’s revival is inevitable. The Central Plains had few talents and the Confucian school was weak. With the loss of luck, the supervisor was no longer at his peak. Why are you like a Mantis trying to stop a chariot?”

With that, his fingertips gently slid across his wrist, letting the blood flow freely. He made a hand seal, and his voice was like a great Bell that spread throughout the world, “”1 offer my sacrifice to the witch God.”

Beside him, yelbu and the crow Pagoda had serious expressions. They each cut their wrists and made the same hand gesture.

The three high—ranked Wi7.ards ‘wrists were bleeding _ hilt the blond didn’t drip

down. Instead, it turned into a Crimson light and floated toward the altar in the distance, toward the statue of the wizard God.

The blood sacrifice technique!

The witchcraft cult’s blood sacrifice technique.

Hearing the Grand Wizard’s voice and seeing this scene, the Wizards understood that the wizard God religion was at a critical moment of life and death.

Hundreds of Wizards left the battlefield and cut their wrists without any hesitation. They made hand gestures and offered themselves to the wizard God.

Nalan Yan felt his body temperature gradually turn cold, and his life force was fading away with his blood. It turned into a Crimson light that floated into the valley and entered the statue that had been worshipped by the sorcerers for thousands of years.

The soldiers of the Central Plains didn’t fear death, but the witchcraft cult was afraid of death.

The witch God religion had ruled the northeast for more than 4000 years, but they had never been beaten so badly.

Even if I die today, I will make you, Wei Yuan, fail.

On his deathbed, Nalan Yan suddenly turned his head and looked at the green-robed man. He thought of his father who had died in the Battle of Shanhai Pass.

To think that the father and son would die at the hands of the same person.

Nalan Yan slowly closed his eyes and disappeared.

One by one, the Wizards fell and turned into dried corpses. They died without a sound, but there was no complaint or regret.

Their wills merged with the statue. This was the witch God sect’s last resistance. This was the curse that the sorcerers had sent to Wei Yuan and the Confucian Saint.

Kachaa .

On the altar, the statue of the Sorcerer God cracked, and small stone chips burst out.

Black smoke seeped out of the statue’s forehead, covering the sky, blocking the sun and the blue sky, turning the day into night..This chapter made its debut appearance via N0v3lB1n.