Chapter 1732

In an instant, Jun Xiaoyao felt an extremely terrifying force of repulsion.

This power seems to be telling Jun Xiaoyao.

You are not the true inheritor of Confucianism, you are not qualified to step in.

However……

What kind of heart is Jun Xiaoyao.

In his eyes, as long as he has absolute strength, nothing is impossible!

Jun Xiaoyao's aura surged all over his body, and his original aura, like that of a banished immortal, seemed to have turned into the lower realm of a god, shaking all directions!

He forcibly resisted this force and wanted to step into the ancestral hall.

"Yun Xiao, twisted melons are not sweet."

Han Ping'an smiled slightly.

Although he was struggling a bit, he was obviously much more relaxed than Jun Xiaoyao.

He directly activated the awe-inspiring heart in his body.

A mighty power of Zhongzheng and harmony spewed out, as if harmoniously blending with the power of the entire ancestral hall.

At the same time, everyone seemed to hear a vigorous heartbeat.

The sound of the heartbeat was sonorous and powerful, with a sense of righteousness.

It can be said that all the disciples who practice Confucianism's magical powers can hear clearly and have been affected.

"Is this the awe-inspiring heart of my little uncle?"

Many academy disciples were amazed.

And at this moment.

Han Ping'an also stepped directly into the ancestral hall.

"Haha, Ping An succeeded!"

At the Longmen, with Mr. Gu's status, he couldn't help but lose his composure, beamed with joy, and smiled up to the sky.

"Old man Gu, he hasn't been approved by the holy volume of Tianzhang yet, so don't be too happy."

On one side, Yan Qinghua curled his lips and said.

But there was a trace of displeasure in her tone.

Apparently, even Yan Qinghua felt that, and I'm afraid that's what happened in the end.

Of course, she didn't blame Jun Xiaoyao or anything.

After all, Han Ping'an is basically the inheritor hand-picked by Jixia Academy.

Not only has the heart of awe-inspiring, but has even been taught by the Holy Master.

As for Jun Xiaoyao, although his talent is superb, his strength is unparalleled.

But after all, he was still a monk halfway, and his foundation in Confucianism was a bit weak.

Although Yan Qinghua felt it was a pity that he did not let his child become the inheritor of Confucianism.

But this is also impossible.

In the Lingshan ancestral hall.

Han Ping'an was finally in a good mood and smiled.

He glanced over.

That is, in the center of the ancestral hall, there is the holy scroll of Tianzhang floating in the sky.

That day's holy volume, like a scroll, was filled with a strong sense of coercion and grandeur.

Around the holy scroll of Tianzhang, there are countless dense golden ancient characters floating up and down.

Looking around, it is as fine as sand, as small as a galaxy, and it is more than hundreds of millions of words!

It seems that the holy volume of Tianzhang is the source of words and the root of Confucianism!

Every word contains a powerful meaning of grandeur, which can suppress evil evil and evil, and purify the world.

"As long as I can get the approval of the Tianzhang Holy Scroll and the right to use the Tianzhang Holy Scroll, then I will be the true successor of Jixia Academy and Confucianism."

"It is also the successor of Shengru."

"In the future, if there is a catastrophe in the world, I will carry the holy volume of the Heavenly Chapter, suppress the evil, and live forever!"

Han Ping'an's heart was surging and excited.

His ambition is to become a new generation of sages in the future!

At the same time, Jun Xiaoyao's body was shocked, and he also forcibly stepped on it.

If it is said that Han Ping'an's pressure is ten.

The pressure that Jun Xiaoyao endured was one hundred.

The two are not comparable at all.

And at this time.

A small hand suddenly took Jun Xiaoyao's hand.

It's Yiyi.

At this moment, in Yiyi's eyes, there is also a faint touch of gold, and she is also resisting this vast and endless coercion.

"Xiaoyao, let's go together!"

Yiyi smiled at Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao also smiled.

Although relying on his own strength is enough.

But Yiyi's intentions, he also accepted.

"Then let's go together."

boom!

Jun Xiaoyao took a step forward, and the golden color in Yiyi's eyes also deepened a little.

However, she also felt a little uncomfortable.

After all, the awe-inspiring aura of the Confucian school has added damage to the Ba clan and the black disaster clan.

Yiyi has the blood of the Ba family in her body, so she will naturally be affected to some extent.

But immediately, Jun Xiaoyao and Yiyi stepped into the ancestral hall.

"You guys are here too, but it's too late."

Han Ping'an stimulated his awe-inspiring heart, and a bright brilliance burst out from his chest.

That brilliance seems to be connected with the holy volume of Tianzhang.

Just when Han Ping'an thought that he was about to succeed.

Suddenly, the holy volume of Tianzhang began to riot.

The vast and endless golden words gathered together, as if turning into a golden holy dragon.

Word Holy Dragon!

This is a ray of power of the Tianzhang Holy Scroll!

"what happened?!"

Yan Qinghua, Fu Fuzi, and Gu Fuzi who were at the Longmen also had a sudden change in their expressions.

How could the holy scroll of Tianzhang take the initiative to react?

They looked at each other, seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes.

The holy volume of Tianzhang, as a Confucian fairy weapon, has infinite power.

If an attack is launched, even a ray of power can kill anyone.

The three masters, as well as gentlemen, all hurriedly entered the holy space.

And in the ancestral hall.

Seeing the holy volume of Tianzhang that reacted suddenly and launched an offensive.

Even Han Ping'an was taken aback, not knowing what was going on.

But immediately...

His gaze suddenly looked at Yiyi who was beside Jun Xiaoyao, his gaze was as sharp as a knife!

"Young Master Yunxiao, who is this woman next to you?!"

Naturally, Han Pingan would not doubt Jun Xiaoyao, after all, he was the young master of the Yun family, so there could be no problem with his identity.

Then the only possibility of causing the Tianzhang Holy Scroll riot is Yiyi.

"Is it still impossible to hide the holy scroll of Tianzhang?"

Jun Xiaoyao secretly sighed in his heart.

He originally thought that the Dafa of stealing the sky and changing the sun could perfectly cover up Yiyi's entire aura.

But obviously, he underestimated the Confucian Immortal Artifact.

boom!

The holy dragon formed by the condensed golden text seemed to have encountered an enemy that had to be killed.

Roaring at Yiyi.

That kind of power and influence, it can be said that no Tianjiao can bear it.

But Jun Xiaoyao resolutely stood in front of Yiyi.

The power of a hundred thousand Sumeru worlds surged all over his body, and his mana surged like a vast ocean.

boom!

A collision with one move, even Jun Xiaoyao, his stature regressed.

After all, this is an attack launched by a fairy weapon, even if it is only a trace of strength, it is not something a monk of the Supreme Seventh Realm can bear.

"Happy!"

Yiyi's expression also changed.

She didn't expect it to become like this.

Seeing the text, the holy dragon came to attack Jun Xiaoyao again.

Yiyi shot subconsciously.

Then, a terrifying force of barrenness spread out, as if it could suck up the world and wipe out all living beings.

That is the power of desolation and extinction belonging to the Ba clan!

"This kind of power... you are... the Ba clan!"

Han Ping'an stared suddenly.

Jun Xiaoyao, unexpectedly so bold, not only secretly brought the Ba clan by his side.

And even brought the Ba tribe into the holy space where the Tianzhang Holy Scroll was placed.

This can be said to be disobedient and audacious!

Don't take Jixia Academy into consideration at all!

"Oh, exposed?"

Jun Xiaoyao's face remained calm, without any panic.

(end of this chapter)