The back of the Sword Spirit Gate!

Wang Xiong and Juque stepped in with Ye He Fengtian.

In an instant, Wang Xiong saw an extremely vast space! Inside, countless fragments of stars were piled up into mountains, and countless corpses and bones were scattered.

In the distance, there seemed to be a roaring sound, and even Wang Xiong saw a sea of majestic righteousness blooming in the distance.

Shockwaves came from afar, and the space and earth that shook here could collapse at any time.

"Roar~~~~~~~~~~!" A soul-stirring roar could be heard in the distance.

"...... this?" Juque looked at the converging space in amazement.

"Another wave of invasions?" Ye He Fengtian's face sank.

"Ah~~~~~~~~~h

There seemed to be screams in the distance.

"Wang Xiong, do you see the high mountain in front of you? There is an inscription on it! You go and see for yourself, this battlefield, the ancient food clan has another wave of impact, I'll help resist it, you finish reading Lao Tzu's masterpiece, go out and wait for me by yourself! Ye He Fengtian said.

As he spoke, Ye He Fengtian rushed to the center of the shock in the distance.

Wang Xiong watched Ye He go away in the sky, slightly solemn.

Lao Tzu's masterpiece not far away?

Wang Xiong stepped forward with Juque, and instantly saw a high mountain, which seemed to have been cut in half vertically, and there were some words left on the smooth mountain wall.

Wang Xiong looked carefully.

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Ancient food regeneration, devouring the universe! Pangu is dying, and his will will will live forever!

Pangu, although he dies, he has no regrets! We will never eat!

Li Er, although he died, he had no regrets! We will never eat!

Ying Zheng, although he has no regrets! We will never eat!

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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 Lao Tzu's words, Wang Xiong will not admit mistakes, but the last sentence is the words of the four seas?

There are no regrets in death! All beings will never be fed!

Ten words made Wang Xiong see the despair on this battlefield.

"Your Majesty, it seems that Lao Tzu is really dead?" Juque frowned.

Wang Xiong looked at Juque, took a deep breath, and nodded.

"Your Majesty, this time, you only brought me here, do you want to use the sword of the Son of Heaven?" Juque asked curiously.

Wang Xiong looked at Juque and shook his head: "No, I brought you here this time, just to confirm your identity!" ”

"Me? I thought Your Majesty was interested in my strength! Juque said reluctantly.

Wang Xiong glanced at the shameless giant.

Wang Xiong knew that Ou Yezi had forged a holy sword with the land pressure true spirit. Wang Xiong guessed several times whether the holy sword transformed by Lu Pressure was Juque, but thinking about Lu Quan's character, and looking at this faceless Juque, it always felt unlikely.

Wang Xiong is not sure, but there is someone here who can be sure. Because Ye He Fengtian said before, the Confucian saints took over Gou Jian and resisted the invasion of the ancient food tribe.

Here, I may be able to meet my own group of disciples. And among them, the princes of the Golden Crow will never admit Lu Jian wrong, they must know it clearly.

"Let's go! Let's check it out! Wang Xiong pointed to a place shrouded in righteousness.

"Huh? Your Majesty, Ye He Fengtian said earlier, let's read it, and we will go out first! Juque worried.

"Let's go!" Wang Xiong said in a deep voice.

Wang Xiong stepped towards the place where the righteous spirit was.

The rolling Haoran righteousness, overwhelming, and the sea of millions of miles of avenues made Wang Xiong's eyes show a sense of surprise.

The sea of millions of miles shows that Confucianism is still prosperous even without Confucius.

Leaning closer, Wang Xiong saw clearly, in the field of Confucianism and Taoism, there are countless righteous spirits, and one by one Confucianism and Taoism roulette wheels float in the sky, in addition to "Spring and Autumn", "Analects", as well as "University", "The Mean", "Mencius", one by one Confucian classics, exuding a monstrous righteousness.

"Kong said to be benevolent, Meng said to take righteousness, the road leads to the sky, and the road is right!" There was a shout in the distance.

But I saw that the white water, like ocean waves, swept away in the distance.

In the distance, in mid-air, there were countless black alien powerhouses.

There are snake vine clans, there are Rakshasa clans, there are black wind clans, and all kinds of alien races, fiercely rushing towards the land of righteousness. The fierce gods are evil, and they are not much weaker than when Zhong Yue led the one hundred and eight road army.

"Da Luo Jin Immortal fifteen? That alien, why is it so powerful? It's almost the same as Shengli Er! Juque exclaimed.

"Fourteen? Fifteen-fold? It's all the norm? Wang Xiong squinted, and also showed a look of surprise.

"Boom!"

The white water rushed through, instantly crushing the alien army.

"I hold the Spring and Autumn Pen, and the handwriting is heroic!" A shout in the distance.

But I saw that in mid-air, a Confucian disciple waved the brush in his hand, like a sword aura, straight towards a fourteen-fold bear-headed alien race.

"Boom!"

The heroic righteousness of the Spring and Autumn Pen suddenly knocked the bear-headed alien race away.

"Uncle Nangong Jing?" Wang Xiong's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Zi said, if you are a threesome, you must have my teacher, choose those who are good and follow them, and change those who are not good!" Another person held a bamboo slip and waved his hand.

"Boom!"

Three vast bamboo slips appeared in the void and crashed into a deer-headed alien race.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

There was a loud bang, and the alien race was knocked out of the way.

"Zilu?" Wang Xiong's eyes lit up suddenly.

Uncle Nangong Jing, Zilu? No, there is still a group of Confucian disciples over there, and at this moment, under the command of Ziyu, they are methodically using Haoran righteousness to impact and evolve the alien races here.

Of course, most of them were Confucian scholars who Wang Xiong did not know, and obviously, after the death of Confucius, Confucius's students also accepted countless disciples, and disciples accepted disciples, and Confucian disciples continued endlessly, and this place was also extremely large.

This is a large battlefield, where Wang Xiong is, is only 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, wait as soon as possible, wipe out all the vassals of these ancient food tribes, don't lose my Confucian face!" Ziyu shouted.

"Yes, Zengzi!" Countless Confucian disciples shouted.

"The three armies can win the commandery, but the horseman can't win the ambition!" Ziyu shouted.

"Boom!"

In the sea of avenues, it seemed that countless armies condensed by Haoran righteousness rushed out, and they rushed away in an instant.

"Boom!"

The two sides are extremely intense, as if no one will let anyone.

Ziyu commanded the Confucian students here, and Nangong Jingshu, Zilu and others continued to attack.

Just when these alien races were being suppressed, behind Uncle Nangong Jing, at some point, a three-headed blood snake suddenly appeared.

The three-headed blood snake came lurking, and even Uncle Nangong Jing didn't find it.

When Uncle Nangong Jing was fighting against the alien race with the Spring and Autumn Pen in his hand, the three-headed blood snake suddenly burst out from his back.

"Boom!"

Breaking away from the surrounding Confucian disciples, the three-headed blood snake opened its bloody mouth and bit at Uncle Nangong Jing.

"Uncle Shi, be careful!"

"Three-headed Blood Serpent King? Da Luo Jin Immortal is fourteen, and he actually sneaks up? Be careful! ”

"Uncle Shi!"

"Oh no, it's too late!"

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The Confucian disciples exclaimed, and even Ziyu, who was in command of the overall situation in the distance, changed his face, because the three-headed blood snake came too fast, and attacked Nangong Jingshu, and everyone was caught off guard.

Seeing that Uncle Nangong Jing was about to be swallowed.

At this moment, behind Uncle Nangong Jing, a sudden and righteous qi condensed, and a huge white tiger suddenly appeared.

"Roar~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The white tiger suddenly roared fiercely, and in everyone's surprised eyes, it bit the three-headed blood snake.

"Click!"

The three-headed blood snake let out a scream as if it had been bitten off by a white tiger.

"Damn the three-headed blood snake, Haoran is righteous!" Zilu roared.

"Look for the dead thing!"

"Kill!"

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Suddenly, all the Confucian students shot together, and countless killing moves condensed by Haoran righteousness slammed into the three-headed blood snake.

I saw that the three-headed blood snake bitten by the white tiger was torn to pieces by a group of Confucian scholars in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, everyone had palpitations, especially Uncle Nangong Jing was shocked into a cold sweat, it was so dangerous, and he almost died in the hands of the three-headed blood snake.

"White Tiger? Who condensed this white tiger? Zilu shouted.

The Confucian scholars looked at each other and said that they were not themselves.

Not this group of Confucian students? Who's that? This white tiger is the purest Confucian Taoism.

Who?

At this moment, someone spotted a pile of broken stars in the distance, and a white river rushed into the sky.

"It's him!" A Confucian disciple pointed at Wang Xiong and shouted.

Wang Xiong stood on the high place of a pile of rubble, looking at the Confucian disciples in the distance, and for a while, his heart was agitated.

In the distance, Uncle Nangong Jing also sighed, after all, he had just rolled on the death line.

Uncle Nangong Jing saw Wang Xiong and Juque, and through the heroic righteousness behind Wang Xiong, he understood that the white tiger just now was what he used.

However, I don't know this person?

Confucian disciples? How did I not know?

"Thank you for saving your life, I don't know if you are ......!" Uncle Nangong Jing said curiously.

Uncle Nangong Jing looked at Wang Xiong's eyes, and there was always some familiar feeling, but he couldn't say it.

Zilu looked at the white tiger that was slowly dispersing, and showed a hint of surprise: "It's so familiar, this white tiger, this white tiger is so familiar, this Haoran righteousness, it seems, it seems to be ......!" ”

Zilu frowned, but he couldn't understand why that person's heroic righteousness was so familiar. glanced at Wang Xiong, saw Wang Xiong's eyes, Zilu also trembled, this, how can this look ......!

"Teacher!" Ziyu, who was in mid-air, suddenly brightened his eyes and exclaimed.

"What?" Countless Confucian disciples suddenly looked at Ziyu in surprise.

You must know that Ziyu's generation is second only to Confucius in Confucianism, and Ziyu, also known as Zengzi today, wrote the Confucian classic "University". He is the object of worship of all Confucian disciples.

Ziyu calls that person a teacher?

Who can be called a teacher by Ziyu? The Confucian disciples didn't dare to think about it at all!

The Confucian disciples didn't dare to think about it, but Nangong Jing Uncle and Zilu dared to think about it. Compared with Wang Xiong's familiar eyes, for a moment, the two of them were like being shocked.

"Old, old, teacher!" Zilu shuddered and exclaimed.

"What, how, is this true? Teacher, teacher! Uncle Nangong Jing's eyes suddenly turned red.

By the way, that person's eyes are right, they are the eyes that Zilu, Nangong Jingshu and the brothers have long appeared in their dreams and will never forget for the rest of their lives.

That look, yes, yes!

Even though there is disbelief in the eyes of the two, Ziyu is sure, 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 Avenue White Tiger pounced on several alien races who were about to sneak attack the two, and suddenly, the fierce battle collided more and more.

Countless Confucian disciples were already stunned at the moment, what, what is the situation?

"Teacher, he, he's ......!" Some Confucian students looked at Nangong Jing and asked anxiously.

"Confucius, the Holy Teacher, Confucius! Teacher, why are you here! Uncle Nangong Jing eagerly pounced on Wang Xiong.

And all the Confucian disciples were extremely shocked and inexplicable.

Confucius?