Behind the Sword Spirit Gate!
Wang Xiong and Juque followed Ye He Fengtian and stepped in.
In an instant, Wang Xiong saw an extremely vast space! Inside, countless star fragments were piled up into mountains, and countless corpses were scattered.
In the distance, there seemed to be waves of roaring sounds, and Wang Xiong even saw waves of awe-inspiring righteousness blooming in the distance.
Waves of shock waves came from a distance, shaking the space and earth at any time.
"Roar~~~~~~~~~~!" A heart-shaking roar came from the distance.
"This is...?" Juque looked at the shaking space in surprise.
"Another wave of invasion?" Ye He Fengtian's face darkened.
"Ah~~~~~~~~~!"
There seemed to be screams in the distance.
"Wang Xiong, have you seen that high mountain in front? I have an inscription on it! Go and see for yourself. On this battlefield, another wave of ancient food tribes has attacked. I will help resist it. After you read my last words, go out and wait by yourself. Me!" Ye He Fengtian said.
With that said, Ye He Fengtian rushed towards the center of the distant shock.
Wang Xiong watched Ye He Fengtian go away, slightly solemn.
Lao Tzu’s last words not far away
Wang Xiong stepped forward with Juque, and instantly saw a high mountain. Half of the mountain seemed to have been cut vertically, and there were some writings on the smooth mountain wall.
Wang Xiong looked carefully.
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The ancient food is reborn and swallows the universe! Pangu died, but his will will last forever!
Pangu, even if he died, he would have no regrets! We will never be fed!
Li Er, even if you die, you will have no regrets! We will never be fed!
Ying Zheng, even if he dies, he will have no regrets! We will never be fed!
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There are not many words, only these few sentences, but these few sentences are full of great tragedy!
The first three sentences are in Laozi's calligraphy. Wang Xiong will not admit his mistake, but the last sentence is in Ying Sihai's calligraphy
No regrets in dying! All living beings will never be eaten!
These ten words made Wang Xiong see the despair on this battlefield.
"Your Majesty, it seems that I am really dead?" Juque frowned.
Wang Xiong looked at Juque, took a deep breath, and nodded.
"Your Majesty, if you only bring me here this time, are you going to use the Emperor's Sword?" Juque asked curiously.
Wang Xiong looked at Juque and shook his head: "No, I brought you here just to confirm your identity!"
"Me? I thought His Majesty was interested in my strength!" Juque said reluctantly.
Wang Xiong glanced at this shameless giant.
Wang Xiong knew that Ou Yezi used Lu Ya's true spirit to forge a holy sword. Wang Xiong speculated several times whether the holy sword that Lu Ya transformed into was Juque. However, considering Lu Ya's character and looking at this shameless Juque, it seemed impossible.
Wang Xiong is not sure, but there is someone here who can be sure. Because Ye He Fengtian said before that the Confucian saints would replace Gou Jian to resist the invasion of the ancient food tribe.
Here, you might be able to see your group of disciples. Among them, the Golden Crow princes would never mistake Lu Ya for his mistake, and they would definitely know it clearly.
"Let's go! Let's go take a look!" Wang Xiong pointed to a place shrouded in awe-inspiring righteousness.
"Ah? Your Majesty, Ye He Fengtian said earlier that he had to go out first after letting us finish reading!" Juque said worriedly.
"Let's go!" Wang Xiong said in a deep voice.
Wang Xiong stepped towards the place where Haoran's righteousness was.
The rolling majestic righteousness, the overwhelming sea of millions of miles of avenues, made Wang Xiong's eyes full of surprise.
The sea of millions of miles of avenues shows that Confucianism is still prospering even without Confucius.
Coming closer, Wang Xiong could see clearly that in the field of Confucianism and Taoism, there were countless righteousnesses, and Confucianism and Taoism wheels were floating in the sky. In addition to "Spring and Autumn" and "The Analects of Confucius", there were also "Great Learning" and "The Doctrine of the Mean". , "Mencius", each Confucian classic exudes a surge of righteousness.
"Confucius said Cheng Ren, Mencius said Qi Yi, the great road reaches the sky, the awe-inspiring right way!" A loud shout came from the distance.
But he saw white water like ocean waves sweeping away into the distance.
In the mid-air in the distance, there are countless black alien strongmen.
There are the Snake Vine Tribe, the Rakshasa Tribe, the Black Wind Tribe, and all kinds of alien tribes, ferociously attacking the land of awe-inspiring righteousness. Each one of them looked fierce and evil, not much weaker than when Zhong Yue led the 108th Army.
"The fifteenth level of Daluo Golden Immortal? Why is that foreign race so powerful? It's almost as good as Sheng Li Er!" Juque exclaimed.
"Fourteenth level? Fifteenth level? Are they all normal?" Wang Xiong squinted his eyes and showed a look of surprise.
"boom!"
The white water rushed over and immediately overwhelmed the alien army.
"I hold the Chunqiu pen, and the handwriting is awe-inspiring!" a voice shouted in the distance.
But he saw, in mid-air, a Confucian disciple, waving the brush in his hand, like a sword energy, heading straight towards a fourteenth-layer bear-headed alien.
"boom!"
Chunqiu Bi's awe-inspiring righteousness immediately knocked the bear-headed alien away.
"Uncle Nangong Jing?" Wang Xiong's eyes suddenly lit up.
"The Master said that when three people walk, they must have my teacher. Choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones!" Another person held a bamboo slip and waved his hand.
"boom!"
Three huge bamboo slips appeared in the void and crashed into a deer-headed alien.
"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
There was a loud noise, and the alien was immediately knocked away.
"Zilu?" Wang Xiong's eyes suddenly lit up.
Uncle Nangong Jing, Zilu? No, there is still a group of Confucian disciples over there. At this moment, under the command of Ziyu, they are methodically attacking and evolving the foreign races here with awe-inspiring righteousness.
Of course, most of them were Confucian students whom Wang Xiong didn't know. Obviously, after Confucius's death, Confucius's students also accepted countless disciples, and the disciples accepted disciples. The Confucian disciples stretched endlessly, and the place was extremely large.
This is a large battlefield. The place where Wang Xiong is is just a corner of the battlefield. There are other battlefields, and Ye He Fengtian rushed to the other side.
"All Confucian disciples, listen, this wave is coming, the ancient food clan has been blocked from the front, you must wipe out all these vassals of the ancient food clan as soon as possible, don't lose the face of our Confucian family!" Ziyu Yiyi! Drink loudly.
"Yes, Zengzi!" Countless Confucian disciples shouted.
"The three armies can seize the commander, but an ordinary man cannot seize the ambition!" Ziyu shouted.
"boom!"
From the sea of the avenue, countless armies condensed by Haoran's righteousness seemed to rush out, and they rushed away in an instant.
"Boom!"
The two sides were extremely fierce, and it seemed that no one would give in.
Ziyu commanded the Confucian scholars here, and Nangong Jingshu, Zilu and others kept taking action.
Just when these aliens were being suppressed, a three-headed blood snake suddenly appeared behind Uncle Nangong Jing.
The three-headed blood snakes were lurking, and even Uncle Nangong Jing didn't notice them.
When Uncle Nangong Jing was fighting against the aliens with the Spring and Autumn Pen in his hand, the three-headed blood snakes suddenly burst out from his back.
"boom!"
After breaking away from the Confucian disciples around him, the three-headed blood snake opened its bloody mouth and bit into Uncle Nangong Jing.
"Uncle Master, be careful!"
"The three-headed blood snake king? The fourteenth level of Daluo Golden Immortal, and he actually attacks by surprise? Be careful!"
"Master-uncle!"
"No, it's too late!"
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All the Confucian disciples exclaimed, and even Ziyu, who was commanding the overall situation from a distance, changed his expression because the three-headed blood snakes came too fast and attacked Uncle Nangong Jing by surprise, catching everyone off guard.
Seeing that Uncle Nangong Jing was about to be swallowed.
At this moment, behind Uncle Nangong Jing, righteousness suddenly gathered, and a huge white tiger suddenly appeared.
"Roar~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
The white tiger suddenly let out a ferocious roar, and with everyone's astonished eyes, it bit the three-headed blood snake.
"Crack!"
The three-headed blood snake let out a scream as if its body had been bitten off by a white tiger.
"Damn three-headed blood snake, so righteous!" Zilu roared angrily.
"Things looking for death!"
"kill!"
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Immediately, all the Confucian scholars took action together, and countless killing moves showing their awe-inspiring righteousness crashed into the three-headed blood snakes.
Then he saw that the three-headed blood snake bitten by the white tiger was torn into pieces by a group of Confucian scholars in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, everyone had lingering fears, especially Uncle Nangong Jing, who broke out in a cold sweat. He was so close that he almost died at the hands of the three-headed blood snake.
"White tiger? Who gathered this white tiger?" Zilu shouted.
All the Confucian scholars looked at each other and expressed that it was not them.
Not these Confucian scholars? Who is that? This white tiger is the purest Confucian Confucianism.
who
At this moment, someone discovered a white river rising into the sky above a pile of broken stars in the distance.
"It's him!" A Confucian disciple pointed at Wang Xiong and shouted.
Wang Xiong stood high on a pile of rubble and looked at the Confucian disciples in the distance. For a moment, his heart was agitated.
In the distance, Uncle Nangong Jing also let out a long sigh. After all, he just fell on the verge of death.
Uncle Nangong Jing saw Wang Xiong and Juque, and through the awe-inspiring righteousness behind Wang Xiong, he understood that the white tiger just now was caused by him.
But, don’t you know this person
Confucian disciple? I do not know how
"Thank you for your life-saving grace. I wonder if you are...!" Uncle Nangong Jing said curiously.
Uncle Nangong Jing always felt something familiar in the way he looked at Wang Xiong, but he couldn't place it clearly.
On the side, Zilu looked at the white tiger that was slowly dispersing, showing a trace of surprise: "It's so familiar, this white tiger, this white tiger is so familiar, this awe-inspiring righteousness, it seems, it seems...!"
Zilu frowned, but he couldn't figure out why that man's awe-inspiring righteousness was so familiar. Glancing at Wang Xiong, Zilu trembled when he saw Wang Xiong's eyes. What, what's with this look...!
"Teacher!" Ziyu's eyes suddenly lit up in mid-air and he exclaimed.
"What?" Countless Confucian disciples immediately looked at Ziyu in surprise.
You know, Ziyu's seniority is second only to Confucius in Confucianism. Ziyu, also known as Zengzi today, wrote the Confucian classic "The Great Learning". He is the idol of all Confucian disciples.
Ziyu calls that person teacher
Who can be called a teacher by Ziyu? Confucian disciples simply don’t dare to think about it!
Confucian disciples dare not think about it, but Nangong Jingshu and Zilu dare to think about it. Comparing Wang Xiong's familiar eyes, for a moment, the two of them felt like they were being shocked by electricity.
"Old, old, teacher!" Zilu exclaimed, trembling all over.
"What, what, is this true? Teacher, teacher!" Uncle Nangong Jing's eyes suddenly turned red.
By the way, that person had the right look in his eyes, it was the look that Zi Lu, Nangong Jingshu and all the fellow apprentices had appeared in their dreams for a long time, and they would never be forgotten.
That look, yes, yes!
Even though there was a lot of disbelief in the eyes of the two of them, Ziyu was sure that it must be right, it must be right!
teacher? The teacher is alive again
"Teacher!" Zilu and Nangong Jingshu immediately wanted to pounce on Wang Xiong.
"Roar!"
Wang Xiong's Great White Tiger pounced on the aliens who were about to attack the two of them. Suddenly, a fierce battle began to escalate.
Countless Confucian disciples were stunned at this moment. What, what is going on
"Teacher, he, he is...!" A Confucian scholar looked at Uncle Nangong Jing and asked anxiously.
"Confucius, the most holy teacher, Confucius! Teacher, why are you here!" Nangong Jingshu rushed towards Wang Xiong eagerly.
All the Confucian disciples looked extremely shocked and inexplicable.
Confucius