Simultaneous travel: My sons all have the qualities of an emperor

Chapter 152 You don’t know you are wrong, you know you are going to die!

Can my father bear it?

Hong Yi showed a strange expression and said immediately, "It's probably about a few punches from my father."

Dragon girl Ao Luan was confused. Is he so confident? Just a few punches, this is too much boasting.

However, compared to Ao Luan's mess, Meng Bingyun and others looked at Hong Yi in surprise. The child has grown up and knows to call him dad in front of outsiders.

Hong Yi also realized that he had inadvertently called Gu Ming "father". He flicked his sleeves and snorted, as if to cover up his unnatural expression, looking like a proud and arrogant big boy.

"Hahaha! Yi'er, your father heard it."

An unbridled and arrogant voice resounded between heaven and earth. Just by hearing the voice, one could seem to see the person's unparalleled spirit.

"One move! If I can't send them to see the ancient philosophers with one move, I will end my life here!"

As he spoke, a huge gust of wind swept across the sky and earth!
The next moment, Gu Ming stepped out of the layers of space set up by the Yanfu formation, and a mighty fist as vast as the sea and as powerful as a prison, suppressing the boundless heaven and earth, came raging!

"Gu Ming? Hong Xuanji! It's you!"

The four family heads shouted in shock and anger. In recent days, Gu Ming's reputation has spread throughout the world. Compared with his original martial arts, they valued his Taoist cultivation more.

But after seeing him today, they realized that even the Creator's cultivation that they were amazed at was nothing compared to his martial arts cultivation!

Between heaven and earth, the fierce and invincible fist intent condensed into substance. The Yamabu formation, the nine divine objects, and the peerless magical powers of the four family heads could not block it at all.

The fist force as vast as a prison smashed everything in front of it into dust, as if an ancient sacred mountain was pressing down from the sky, trying to crush their nature and life, their soul and spirit!
"Gu Ming!!! I am Fan Yuntao, the head of the Fan family! It was my fault for taking action today. I didn't know you were here. If you can forgive me,
I can make you a treasure, and in the name of all the aristocratic families, I will honor you as a great scholar of the time!"

The original incarnation, Hong Xuanji, was indeed worthy of the identity of the son of Daqian. He was born in poverty, but he was self-reliant and achieved the status of a human immortal in martial arts. He also studied literature and became a master of Neo-Confucianism.

Before Gu Ming came, he was known as a great scholar of the time. Of course, the knowledge of this great scholar might be without any water, but his reputation was not recognized by the leaders of Confucianism and Taoism such as the various schools of thought.

The reason why Fan Yuntao made this statement was simply because he knew he was going to die and wanted to use benefits to lure people.

"You don't know you're wrong, you know you're going to die!"

"Also, I told my Yi'er, if you don't die within one move, I will end my life here!"

When Hong Yi heard this in Yanfu, his face actually felt a little hot.

"Gu Ming! Do you know how great a sin this is? We are the heads of aristocratic families! We are descendants of saints! The bloodline of saints!"

"Haha, compared to your ancestors, you are nothing but a bunch of insects, yet you dare to claim to be noble?"

Gu Ming said coldly that he still admired the ancient philosophers of this world. They were a group of true seekers of truth, each of them possessed supreme wisdom, and was dedicated to serving the people, with hearts set on the other shore!
During the Middle Ages, the Yangshen world was ruled by the Holy Emperor, who monopolized all avenues of cultivation, reading, and martial arts, making it impossible for ordinary people in the world to practice cultivation.

However, there is a group of scholars who have read thousands of books and understand the principles of ancient and modern times. Their thoughts are pure and majestic. When they do not move, they are amazing. Once they realize the truth, they can survive seven or eight thunder tribulations in the blink of an eye.

These people have different ideas, but their beliefs are quite unified. They write books, spread them around the world, and enlighten the people.

He also stripped the title of Holy Emperor for the benefit of the people of the world, demoted the Nine-Nine Supreme to the Nine-Five Supreme, established moral articles, preached to the world, and promoted humanity.

They were later called the philosophers of the Middle Ages.

Gu Ming's evaluation of this is open.

Damn, the strongest among all the disciples has only experienced eight thunder tribulations. Anyway, no one has reached the ninth thunder tribulation. After all, all their energy is focused on promoting humanity.

Yet, a group of scholars, when fighting, were more ferocious than any prehistoric beast. Understandably, below the level of Yang Shen, eight or nine times were nothing more than ants, and their countless changes could only keep them alive if they were lucky enough to survive.

Then this group of scholars went against the will of heaven and overthrew the Holy Emperor. That was fine, as dozens or hundreds of people fighting against one person, and winning was barely acceptable.

But this group of people went to the place of origin again, and without saying a word, they took up their vast knowledge and fought with many masters who had stayed in the place of origin since ancient times, including some Yang Gods and masters of shattering the vacuum.

Before, the fight against the Holy Emperor could be said to be a case of using numbers to bully the few, but the fight in the place of origin was truly a gang brawl.

And guess what?

The philosophers won.

If we compare it with the world of Shrouding the Sky, it is like a group of saints fighting a group of quasi-emperors. With the same number, or even less, they won!

No, could it be that all the philosophers in the Middle Ages were great saints?
"Go to hell, dear. It won't hurt. I'll crush you like a bug."

Gu Ming put aside his thoughts again. The medieval philosophers were virtuous and worthy of respect, but their descendants were just a bunch of parasites who occupied their positions but did nothing. They even dared to attack him first. It would be a great pleasure to kill them!
The four family heads shouted angrily in unison, and it was obvious that the fist intention had not diminished. Gu Ming also had a contemptuous attitude, and the four of them were almost crazy.

"Insect? Insect!"

At this critical juncture of life and death, every thought of Fan Yuntao, the head of the Fan family, emitted a strong and angry roar, like an angry bull, or like a wild beast that was completely enraged and lost its rationality.

Shame, this is an immense shame.

They are descendants of saints since birth and regard themselves as extraordinary. Even compared with the emperor, they have an indescribable sense of superiority.

But how dare this person in front of them insult them like this!!!

"Six Paths of Brahma, Karma, Animals, Reincarnation, Heavenly Beings, Evil Spirits!"

"Ten thousand soldiers fight and kill! If we fight, we will conquer them!"

"There are laws of nature and of earth, and everything has its limits!"

One after another, peerless magical powers were displayed by these saintly family heads with the burning desire to do whatever it took, but they were turned into dust by Gu Ming's fist, which was as vast as a prison.

Hundreds of thousands of screams came out of nowhere in the void, making people feel cold.

"The Queen of Winds flees! The Phoenix bathes in fire!"

"Madman, once I escape, I will expose your evil deeds to all the noble families in the world!"

The Wang family's patriarch had an extremely strong mental state, and he saw the other three family heads turned into ashes.

In an instant, countless thoughts flew out of his body, and then exploded and burned, forming a fire phoenix that was seventy or eighty feet long and bathed in flames!

He rode on the phoenix, using the power of wind and fire to escape to a distant place. This escape technique was extremely fast. When the phoenix spread its wings, it could travel 30,000 miles in an instant!

Gu Ming didn't move at all, and had no intention of making another move.

Just say one move and that’s it!
The vast fist print seemed to be anchored in his soul, breaking through the space and blasting forward violently!
The next moment, the phoenix wailed, the head of the Wang family was bleeding in the void, and countless thoughts were emitting screams and vicious curses!

Gu Ming just opened his mouth lightly, and all his thoughts were taken into his stomach and turned into his nourishment.

(End of this chapter)