Chapter 950 - Chapter 950: The unparalleled scholar (4) (1/2)

Chapter 950: The unparalleled scholar (4)

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In an instant, the black fog covered a hundred miles around Jingshan city, rolling and rolling like the waves in a storm.

When an ordinary man was angry, blood would splatter three feet, and when an Emperor was angry, millions of corpses would be buried.

So what if the gods were angry?

The soldiers ‘fight was once again held back. Around Jingshan city, the few survivors raised their heads and looked at the black fog above their heads in horror.

The black mist suddenly collapsed with an overwhelming force, and condensed into a black shadow that was a thousand feet tall above the altar. Its face was blurry.

Those who dared to look directly at the black shadow died on the spot.

The thousand-foot shadow and the thousand-foot shadow were like two giants that had created the world.

“The Confucian Saint!”

From the black shadow came an ethereal and Grand voice. It sounded like anger, hatred, and sigh.

Along with this voice, the sky rumbled with Thunder and the clouds changed color. A terrifying storm had descended.

“You will regret this.”

The ethereal voice came again.

Wei Yuan knew that she was talking to him.

He remained silent and turned around to look at the battlefield in the distance, at the soldiers of Da Feng who were fighting.

These soldiers who had died in the witchcraft cult’s territory and the old soldiers who had died in the Battle of Shanhai Pass, the things that they had shed their blood for, the things that they had wrapped their bodies in leather, could only be described in one word:For the country and the people.

Didn’t I bring them here to die for the same reason?

The black shadow looked down coldly from above, like a god looking down at the common people and the ants.

The black shadow raised his hand and pressed his finger down.

The wrath of a God was terrifying, but what right did mortals have to experience the wrath of a God? to a God, they were existences that could be killed with a finger.

What was the difference between them and ants?

The sound of bones breaking could be heard. The attack from the God had not even arrived, but the power had already shattered all of Wei Yuan’s bones.

His spine suddenly bent down, as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulder, and it was difficult for him to raise his head again.

Wei Yuan was like a porcelain vase that was about to fall apart.

This scene was very similar to the time when the Golden body Dharma power forced Xu Qi ‘an to kneel during the battle between the Buddhist sects.

At this moment, he seemed to hear Xu Qi ‘an’s roar, as well as the roars of tens of thousands of people in the capital.

Wei Yuan’s eyes suddenly lit up.

In my life, I don’t respect gods, I don’t worship Buddha, I don’t believe in kings, I only do it for the common people.

If the gods are unkind, they are my enemies.

Wei Yuan slowly straightened his back. All the bones in his body had been shattered, including his spine. He was able to straighten his back at this moment probably because he had some kind of belief that was supporting him.

In the current Jiuzhou, very few people knew why the Confucian Saint had sealed the Sorcerer God.

Very few people knew why Emperor Gaozu had gone back on his word.

Very few people knew that the God of sorcerer had once invaded the central plain and destroyed the luck of the human race.

He, Wei Yuan, didn’t want the backbone of civilization to collapse, and he didn’t want the humans of the Central Plains to bow their heads and become slaves.

A finger condensed with God’s wrath descended from the sky.

He raised his trembling hand and held the carving knife in his hand. Dark red blood flowed like water.

A hand reached out from behind him and held the carving knife with him.

The thousand-feet-tall shadow had disappeared and reappeared behind Wei Yuan, as if it was the most solid support for the future hero.