Chapter 3315

All parts of the Shengyuan continent are jubilant.

It's not because there are a large number of former saints, scholars, Ju Ren and Jinshi, nor because it's said that the demon world is gone, but because it's rumored that Fang Yun is granted the ancestor.

Inverted peak mountain.

The dense Kunlun vitality, like a waterfall, poured down from the inverted peak mountain and disappeared halfway up the mountain. In fact, it was evenly moved to all parts of the Shengyuan continent by the power of the holy courtyard.

In front of the palaces.

The semi holy incarnation and the purple robed Confucian stood outside the door and looked quietly at the hall.

In the main hall, the statue of Kong Sheng is the largest and occupies the highest position, also known as the sage platform.

The statue of Fang Yun should have been at the head of the second row of Asian saints, but now the statue of Fang Yun appears on the sage stage.

The scholars of the holy Academy who first saw this scene were stunned. After reporting layers by layers, the most important scholars of the Terran almost gathered together.

Therefore, this rare large-scale public opinion of the Terran was elected in front of the temple.

The saints have nothing to do. This is the first time for the human race.

After a long discussion, the saints finally determined that Fang Yun was indeed granted the ancestor.

The vision seen before is Fang Yun's ancestral vision.

Since then, Fang Yun is the real saint of the Terran.

Since the fall of Zong Sheng, the Terran has lost the noise of each other's luck. However, most people still can't believe that Fang Yun was granted the ancestor in such a short time.

Not only those ordinary scholars, not only the great Confucianism, but even the semi saints are a little flustered. They haven't encountered such a thing!

Therefore, the holy bodies held a holy discussion in the East holy Pavilion, and separated themselves and the great Confucianism held another public discussion in front of the holy temples.

"Fang Sheng has been promoted to Asia saint for only a few years. How can he be promoted to Saint so quickly? I think we need to think about it in the long run." Jiang Hechuan is the one who speaks. He is not afraid of Fang Yun's ancestor, but afraid that Fang Yun will make a big Oolong when he comes back.

Almost all Jingguo people reacted the same as Jiang Hechuan.

In the past, Jingguo people used to use all means to praise Fang Yun, but now, all Jingguo people seem to get rid of their relationship with Fang Yun and constantly persuade all saints and Confucianism to be cautious, which makes it more difficult for all saints.

There is one exception.

"I said that you eat carrots and worry less every day. There is the will of Kong Sheng in the temples. If Fang Sheng doesn't become a saint, the statue of Kong Sheng must kick him away. We still need to worry. Besides, if Fang Sheng doesn't become a saint, why should he swallow the whole demon world?"

Li Wenying said with a bitter smile, "if Fang Sheng doesn't explain what happened today, we can't contact other saints. We always have no bottom in our heart."

All scholars look at Li Wenying with understanding. Only Fang Yun can make Li Wenying hesitate.

Zhang poyue said impatiently, "what are the people in the work hall doing? Hurry to prepare a large statue for Fang Sheng. I remember Fang Sheng has given a lot of divine materials? Just carve with divine materials. It must be more noble than Kong Sheng. We can't lose the reputation of our king country!"

The people turned their eyes. What is the holiness of Bicon? This is also a word?

"Be honest." Jiang Hechuan was full of helplessness.

"From now on, Fang Sheng is the real leader of ZTE. Now no one objects?" Zhang Po Yue said.

The crowd turned their eyes again. Now who dares to oppose Fang Yun? No one in the Zong family has said anything good, bad or strange, for fear of being misunderstood.

"It's good if no one has any objection! I said that in the Gongdian, you eat Fangsheng, drink Fangsheng and take Fangsheng. Why don't you talk now? What are you doing? Hurry to build Fangsheng's Saint image. Even if it can't be used today, it can be used in a few years, and he will certainly become a saint." Zhang poyue shouted five and six. Shengsheng made a vegetable market in front of the holy halls of the holy courtyard. Fortunately, everyone knew his temperament, If you don't know, you have to beat him out.

An old worker in the hall said angrily, "the statue of a saint needs to be carved by a semi Saint himself. How dare we take over the responsibility."

"That's right..." Zhang poyue looked at Wang Jinglong's incarnation and said, "Mr. Jinglong, you'd better do it. The evil dragon in the town prison has given you a treasure. You can't make a lot of money quietly."

Wang Jinglong's eyes drooped and his right foot shook. He almost ran over and kicked Zhang poyue.

Many great Confucians looked up at the sky. This broken Yue mouth was too short.

Before, Wang Jinglong was bounced off by the evil dragon in the prison, which was a great humiliation in Wang Jinglong's life. No one dared to mention it. Zhang poyue always felt that Wang Jinglong had picked up a big bargain. Although Wang Jinglong did get a big baby, the problem was that he lost face.

Wang Jinglong took a deep breath and said, "Ben Sheng has contacted the old dragon saint in the East China Sea. There will be an answer soon... Well, here we are."

Suddenly, a sea eye appeared over the holy courtyard, and then a virtual building bead fell from it.

In the eyes of the crowd, Wang Jinglong took Xu Louzhu.

Wang Jinglong's Avatar injected a trace of holy thought into the virtual building bead, stunned for a moment, and then the avatar exploded.

The explosion of a semi holy avatar is almost equivalent to a holy war poem. Everyone only feels that death is coming and must be flustered. However, in an instant, the divine light falls. The power of the holy courtyard trapped Wang Jinglong's Avatar, and the aftereffects did not affect others.

After several interest rates, a new Wang Jinglong appeared.

At first glance, the new Wang Jinglong is also a very ordinary little old man. He is thin and a little black. However, the higher the realm, the more nervous the people look, and the Wenzong's whole body is shaking.

On the contrary, the people with low level didn't feel much at Wang Jinglong.

"The coming of the holy body..."

Many great Confucians had faintly seen that Jiang Hechuan immediately winked at Zhang poyue, who was about to speak, then closed his mouth and sighed.

Wang Jinglong took over Xu Louzhu again. A trace of helplessness appeared on his face and said: "It's recorded that the great sage of the dragon family saw it with his own eyes. Although it has been greatly weakened, there is still the figure of the holy ancestor. Even if it's only false, it's full of great power. Therefore, I can only borrow the power of the holy courtyard to make it public so that you won't be hurt. However, I did it for the first time, you..."

Wang Jinglong glanced at the crowd and continued: "make certain psychological preparations."

A group of scholars nodded hard.

With a little effort on his right hand, Wang Jinglong projected a thousand feet of three-dimensional image into the sky.

That was the scene of Fang Yun killing all the saints in Kunlun outside the Royal mountain. At that time, Fang Yun was only a second saint.

All the great Confucians looked at it carefully, and there was nothing in their mind. It was just a saint.

Wang Jinglong's mouth slightly showed an arc.

Suddenly, the picture was dark. Before everyone could react, huge shadows appeared on the picture, the light was distorted and the world changed.

What is more frightening is that there are many ethnic visions in the sky of those huge shadows.

Obviously, it is only a shadow in memory, and it has been virtualized many times, but it still exudes the great power to dominate the world and control the world.

It was like a sky!

Under the sky, there are mole ants.

In the picture, zuwei's confrontation, in the eyes of the great Confucianism, is simply the collision of the heavens and the collapse of the world!

All the great Confucians felt that they were on the battlefield of their ancestors.

As soon as their bodies sank, they were all unbearably pressed to the ground by the powerful authority, and their whole bodies seemed to be out of control.

"My legs... Can't move..." Zhang Po Yue complained in a low voice.