Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 300: The Fall of the Great Sage
The underworld is pitch black and filled with a strong ghostly aura.

There are ghosts floating around like zombies, and from time to time you'll encounter ferocious ghosts hunting you.

The eleven great sages, including the Lord of Righteousness, walked with caution and vigilance.

At this time, Dayizhu and other great sages had killed fourteen "weird" creatures, but two great sages also died.

The two great sages were both infected with a strange aura, and when they could not get rid of it, they had no choice but to self-destruct. The strange aura on "Wei Yi" was far more than that on Da Xiong, and was even more difficult to get rid of.

Not long after they started walking, they began to feel a faint movement deep inside.

But the distance is too far.

They only felt it vaguely, but didn't pay too much attention to it at this time, and they couldn't pay attention even if they wanted to.

"The mountain lying at the end is the legendary Fengshan?"

At this time, a great sage looked curiously and only vaguely saw a huge black shadow. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "This Fengshan Mountain can only be climbed by a saint."

"Even a saint may not be able to pull it up."

A great sage pondered for a moment and said.

Fengshan is not an ordinary mountain. Not to mention how high it is, it is rumored to be an existence that suppresses people under a deep pit and possesses extremely terrifying imperial power.

It was precisely because he had lost all his imperial power that he was able to be overthrown by others.

However, even if the imperial power is completely lost, it is not something that an ordinary saint can do.

"I seem to have heard that Fengshan was taken by the Tubo Emperor." A great sage looked at the dark shadows in the depths of the underworld and shook his head and said, "I don't know whether it is true or not."

"Fengshan was taken by Emperor Tubo?"

When a great sage heard this, his brows furrowed.

"That's impossible."

A great sage immediately denied it, saying, "Although it is said that Tu Bo is comparable to a saint, he is only comparable, not a saint. How can he be up to the challenge?"

"That makes sense."

Someone nodded, also looking at the Fengshan Mountain lying in the depths, and said: "Although the imperial power of Fengshan Mountain has been completely lost, it is not something that a lower third-grade saint can climb up."

The so-called lower three grades of saints are ordinary saints.

Saints are divided into nine grades: top-top, top-middle, top-bottom, middle-top, middle-middle, middle-bottom, bottom-top, bottom-middle, and bottom-bottom.

The most superior saints are the Great Sage and the Most Holy Teacher, the Great Sage Tai Shang.

In fact, there is another supreme saint, but he is unknown to the world of saints, and he is the Great Hero of Kutuozhou.

The saints of the Da generation are saints of the top three grades.

Such as Yuansheng, Yiren, and Lisheng in Confucianism.

"Don't be distracted, everyone."

At this time, Lord Dayi looked at the Fengshan Road. He felt a little uneasy in his heart, and always felt that killing the "weird" would not be too smooth this time.

Moreover, the unusual movements in the depths of the underworld gave him an ominous premonition.

Not long after, Lord Dayi and other great sages saw a strange river in the distance and they all stopped to watch.

"Is this the River Styx?"

A great sage looked around and found many struggling souls floating in the river.

Moreover, the river water is turbid and yellow, exuding a strong smell of the underworld.

"I wonder where the end of the Styx is? Where will the Styx send the dead souls to?" After a while, a great sage sighed and asked.

Everyone shook their heads.

Many great sages entered the underworld for the first time, so they didn’t know much about it.

Although the Lord of Righteousness guarded the Wanli Changting and often entered the underworld through the Yellow Springs Ghost Land, he did not go deep each time and stopped in front of the Styx many times.

"It is rumored that the Styx cannot be crossed. Is this true or false?"

A great sage asked doubtfully.

"You can get through it, but it will cost you a huge price."

The Righteous Lord hesitated for a moment and said, because he had tried it once before, "You'd better not try it, so as not to damage your own literary spirit."

After all, the underworld is mysterious and strange, so the sages did not try it rashly.

And their purpose is to kill the "weird".

"There is a strong and strange aura on the other side of the River Styx." A middle-aged-looking man looked at the other side of the River Styx with eyes as sharp as a knife.

This person was the Grand Marshal of the Confucian Xiaguan, in charge of the Confucian army.

At this time, everyone also felt it and frowned. Then a great sage said, "I'm afraid we have to pass it."

"It can also be brought here." A great sage murmured.

"Although we can lead them here, we still have to cross the Styx."

The Confucian Grand Sima Dao stared coldly at the strange atmosphere on the other side of the Styx, and then looked at the Styx in front of him, "The remaining 'weirdness' is probably on the other side of the Styx."

Upon hearing this, the great sages frowned again.

If you just cross the River Styx, there would be no problem, but after crossing the River Styx, you still have to continue to deal with the "weirdness".

In the netherworld, every loss of a bit of literary energy could lead to the possibility of death.

At this time, many great sages looked at the Righteous Lord. They were the left-wing ghost-killing team, with the Righteous Lord as the leader. The Righteous Lord looked around and said, "I borrowed something from the Netherworld that can help me cross the Styx."

"What?"

A great sage's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Soul Crossing Bridge."

As the Lord of Righteousness spoke, a small ray of black light shot out and quickly landed on the River Styx, turning into a black stone bridge.

"Soul Crossing Bridge?"

A great sage was somewhat surprised and asked, "Even the Soul Crossing Bridge of Youdu has been borrowed? Youdu is willing to lend it to us?"

"In the face of the righteousness of the world, how could Youdu not lend it?"

The great righteous man smiled.

But he borrowed it by force.

"Everyone, cross the bridge quickly and don't waste time." The Lord of Righteousness took the lead and walked across the Soul Ferry Bridge in an instant and landed on the other side of the River Styx.

All the great sages crossed the bridge quickly.

In just two breaths, the great sages crossed the Styx, which was a hundred feet wide, and the Lord of Righteousness quickly put away the Soul-Ferrying Bridge.

Because every time the Soul Crossing Bridge stops for a moment, it consumes a huge amount of energy.

At this time, everyone quickly chased after the strange aura, and soon found the "strangeness". The eleven people immediately surrounded it.

The first move is a killer move.

The eleven great sages joined forces to launch a killing move, and naturally killed the weirdness with great ease, while carefully avoiding the weird aura that burst out.

The killing was "weird", and based on Feng Qingyan's previous information, he continued to hunt him down.

……

On earth, in the valley of flowers.

Feng Qingyan sat quietly among the blooming flowers, with a lyre on his knees.

At this time, his face was a little pale, his spirit was a little low, and he looked quite tired.

After he rested for a while, he started playing again and continued to peer into the underworld.

Although no more "weirdness" emerged from the deep pit, the number of "weirdness" in the underworld reached as many as three hundred.

This is a despairing number.

Huhu——

Suddenly, strange winds blew in the sky of Baihua Valley.

The wind seemed to be crying, making a "woooo" sound, which immediately made An Xiu and Zuo Shaozai's faces change drastically. They seemed to know what had happened.

Hua Hua——

While the sad wind was still blowing, light rain suddenly began to fall from the sky.

However, the rain is red.

This is a bloody rain.

The blood rain became heavier and heavier, interrupting Feng Qingyan's playing.

Feng Qingyan looked at the blood rain falling in front of him, then raised his head and stared blankly at the sky.

This is a tragic and bloody situation.

"Heaven and earth are in great sorrow—"

Zuo Shaozai roared in pain, and his figure quickly flew into the sky and flew towards the south, like a flash of lightning.

He wants to know.

How big is the scope of this tragedy and bloodbath?

……

(End of this chapter)