Chapter 323: You don’t know how to use Mohist teachings!

“boom!”

“boom!”

“boom!”

Above the sky, thirteen territories collided violently.

The aftermath of the fight alone caused the Mohist secret realm to become turbulent and on the verge of collapse.

Jia Cong and his team cooperated well with each other.

Daiyu, Baizu and Gongshu Jun, three fifth-level middle-stage masters, were the main force and bore most of the pressure.

Tang Jianwen, a half-saint of the Legalists, held a half-saint literary treasure and evolved a sky-high ruler to restrict Mo Wen.

There is also the Medicine Spirit Goddess by her side.

The field of life unfolds, and whenever Jia Cong and others are injured, they can be restored immediately.

Mo Wen was worthy of being in the late fifth realm of semi-saint. After practicing “Sacrifice one’s life for righteousness”, he was ready to fight to the death.

Even though he was besieged by twelve fifth-level masters, he fought back and forth without any signs of being at a disadvantage.

“Nothing is more precious than righteousness!”

“Life is what I want, and righteousness is what I want. I cannot have both. I will sacrifice life for righteousness!”

“Jia Cong, where is the Dharma body of Marquis Wen that you cut out?”

“Could it be that he is so timid that he dares not show up?”

“If that’s the case, don’t blame me for keeping you here today!”

“I will use your head to pay tribute to the three great men of my Mohist School who died in battle!”

At this moment, Mo Wen’s true colors were exposed. He no longer pretended to be chaste and polite, and his address to Jia Cong became derogatory.

With a loud shout, the literary energy surged and suddenly became boiling.

There was a bright light in the area, and the Mohist secret realm seemed to have received some kind of induction and was blooming with brilliant light.

In an instant, the entire secret realm was filled with dazzling light.

“Unrighteousness does not bring wealth, unrighteousness does not bring honor, unrighteousness does not bring relatives, unrighteousness does not bring closeness!”

“Promote the benefits of the world and eliminate the harms of the world!”

He shouted again and received a response, and the power of Mo Wen’s domain surged.

Huici, who happened to be in front of him, was caught off guard and the sea of ​​blood was directly penetrated.

Endless blood was evaporated by the light of literature and the billions of bones were melted away.

It only lasted less than three breaths before the domain was severely damaged.

If Baizu hadn’t seen the situation was not right and used his Hundred Poison Field to charge forward and save Huici.

I’m afraid that the first fifth-level ghost god will die in battle under Jia Cong’s command.

However, although Huici was rescued, the crisis was not over.

After another dozen or so breaths, the centipede also showed signs of exhaustion.

He had to step back temporarily, but this step just happened to reveal Jia Cong who was behind him.

It is different from the area that covers the entire body of Daiyu and others.

Jia Cong’s domain is now merging into the sword light transformed by the Qingyun Sword.

This can be said to be the time when Jia Cong is most vulnerable.

If one is covered by Mo Wen’s domain, his divine body will be worn down in just one breath.

Fall into a deep sleep, waiting for the next opportunity to resurrect.

At this critical moment.

“boom!”

Another terrifying and majestic literary aura emerged from behind Jia Cong.

A domain unfolded, directly enveloping Jia Cong’s body.

The dazzling golden light even overshadowed the brilliant light of the Mohist secret realm at this time.

Wearing a moon-white Confucian robe, his every move was filled with inexplicable charm, unrestrained and yet gentle and elegant.

A figure who looked seven points like Jia Cong appeared, exuding an indescribable aura.

It was none other than Jia Cong’s Dharma body of Wenhou.

The next second, the two territories collided violently.

Although Wen Hou’s Dharmakaya’s domain retreated three points, it still firmly withstood the pressure brought by Mo Wen’s domain blessed by the power of the secret realm. Faced with such a situation, he watched his killing move fail to work.

There was no trace of regret on Mo Wen’s face, instead he laughed heartily.

“Hahaha, I didn’t think you could hide for long!”

“This mechanical city has been run by our Mo family for countless years. It is the result of the hard work of hundreds of generations of Mo family members. Do you really think it is as simple as it seems?”

“Sun Kexing, hurry up!”

“Kill this man to comfort the souls of the three great men in heaven!”

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As soon as he finished speaking, on the top of the city wall of the Mechanical City.

There was a barely perceptible struggle in the eyes of Sun Kexing, the half-saint of Mohism.

Mohism was originally a school of thought founded by Mozi.

After the three veins separated and then reunited.

All the disciples of the Mohist school have the surname Mo!
This is the case for all the clansmen who are able to live in the Mechanical City.

People from other clans would only be allowed to settle in the area if they were extremely talented, and then they would have to wait for three generations before they could change their surname to Mo.

It represents being truly recognized by the Mohist school and becoming a genuine disciple of the Mohist school.

As for Sun Kexing, he was from a different family and although he appeared to be treated fairly well over the years, he had been excluded and distrusted in secret.

Although they are both semi-saints, they are inferior to Mo Guang and the other two.

It would be a lie to say that I haven’t felt a little uncomfortable over the years.

What is a school?

In the final analysis, it is just an organization where like-minded people live together and gather together.

It is easy to talk when we have the same aspirations.

But Jia Cong’s questions just now not only fell into Mo Yun’s ears, but also made Sun Kexing feel deeply touched.

I don’t know when the Mohist school began to degenerate into a school that only cares about fighting for fame and fortune.

There were many thoughts in his mind, but they only lasted for two breaths.

After all, my feelings towards the Mohist school over the years prevailed.

With a grit of his teeth, Sun Kexing expanded his domain and took over all the mechanisms of the Mohist Mechanical City.

“Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!”

After a burst of piercing mechanical explosions, the smooth wall outside the Mohist Mechanical City suddenly changed.

There are traps everywhere, so densely packed that they are difficult to count.

Thunder, flames, real water, poison, and fierce arrows appeared again.

But this is just the surface. What is really terrifying is that the entire Mechanical City seems to have turned into a complete domain.

Although limited by the heaven and earth, he can only exert the power of the late fifth realm.

But it is infinitely close to the peak of the fifth realm.

The huge mechanical city was like an ancient mountain coming to suppress them.

Mo Wen couldn’t help but smile again.

If we can kill Jia Cong here today, not only can we avenge Mo Guang and the other two and eliminate a major enemy, but we can also raise the prestige of the Mo family to a higher level!

The Northern Confucius was destroyed, and the Southern Confucius has always been indifferent. If Mohism develops diligently, the authority of Mohism within the rules of Confucianism and Taoism will inevitably increase again.

This is how fortune lies in misfortune, and misfortune lies in fortune!
Whether it is a blessing or a curse, no one can tell until the dust settles!

But there is only Jia Cong.

Whether it was Jia Cong’s real body or Wenhou’s Dharma body, their expressions did not change at all when facing this terrifyingly powerful mechanical city.

Still as indifferent as before.

“Heaven will bless those who love and benefit others, and will punish those who hate and rob others.”

The next moment, Wenhou’s Dharma body took action.

The mighty literary aura soared into the sky, and the golden light reflected Mo Wen’s frozen smile.

From the depths of the pupils, a hint of disbelief is clearly visible!
This is not the Legalist doctrine that Jia Cong had previously revealed!
It is not the philosophy of mind that was pioneered by Wenhou Dharmakaya when he taught at Dongli Academy outside the city of Shenjing!

The magical powers of Wenhou’s Dharma body are no strangers to Mo Wen!

It turned out to be the magical power of the Mohist school that he had never expected!
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(End of this chapter)