The return of Confucius caused a lot of discussion.

In the past, these saints, who only existed in legends, were no longer on earth at all, and there was a rumor in the monastic world since a hundred years ago.

Legend has it that the saints of the past traveled the universe to comprehend the laws of becoming emperors while protecting the earth from outsiders.

Now, there are many more outsiders on the earth, and at this juncture, the return of Sage Kong, people speculate whether anything big has happened, whether the legends of the past will return one by one,

"Boom!"

On the third day of Confucius's return, the Confucian holy land was attacked, and the person who shot it was Yan Tian, who was very crazy and came to the Confucian holy place in the name of visiting, and then a palm fell.

"Buzz!"

In the Confucian Holy Land, the Heavenly Array appeared, which could block this blow, and even so, the entire Holy Land was also shaken.

Today's hot day, after a hundred years, has entered the sainthood, and his strength is strong enough to compete with some older figures.

"Is this the holy land of the human race, Confucianism? haha, but that's it!" Yan Tian was strong and strong, standing in the void and laughing, mocking Confucianism and mocking the entire human race.

However, he did not stop, and after one blow, he was far away.

For some reason, Confucius did not act, or even come forward, and the students in the Confucian holy places did not seem to take it to heart.

These people have lived too long, they are tenacious, it is difficult to get angry, and the fact that Yan Tian left when his palm fell proves that he is still afraid of Confucianism.

However, the people in the Confucian holy land did not react, but the human race in the world was very uncomfortable.

"What is arrogant, more than a hundred years have passed, and the number of saints has gradually increased, and it is not his turn to be arrogant in this world. ”

"Hmph, how can the Confucian holy land be insulted by such a person. ”

"Alas......"

There are also people who sigh.

"Today's human race, although there are many strong people in the younger generation, there are too few who can compete with those people of the primeval race. ”

"It's not too little, except for the barbarian kings of the Northern Regions, who would dare to argue with them?"

"It would be nice if that family hadn't withdrawn from this strife. ”

"Are you talking about the legend, the Li family?"

A new generation of monks asked, he was still young, less than a hundred years old, and had only heard the legend of the Li family and the prestige of King Li Yan, but he had not really seen it.

"yes. Beside him, the old man sighed leisurely, "More than a hundred years ago, the old man was as old as you, at that time, in this world, even though the Taigu clan was arrogant, the Li family was not afraid, and they were born against them." ”

It's a pity that that year, King Li fought in the universe and never came back, and three years after he left, the Li family began to fade out of people's sight. ”

"If the king of Hades is here, where is the turn to be arrogant, even if the god prince comes, I'm afraid he will have to be afraid of three points!"

"I really yearn for your time. ”

"Child, there is nothing to aspire to, this era is the real big era, so many strong people, so many opportunities, the era of King Li Yan is very difficult. ”

The two of you say a word, and I say a word, talking about the past.

And this is just a corner of the world, and in different places, some people mention Li Yama and look at the sky, as if they can see the direction of Hades.

One hundred and fifty years have passed, and the universe has long since returned to its original state, as silent and silent as ever.

Time doesn't seem to flow here, and space doesn't seem to exist.

Outside the vast Milky Way, the withered Yama stands, and inside Yama, a plane tree, standing up to the sky and the earth, exudes dazzling light, maintaining the large array above the stars.

Faintly visible, in the different corners of the big array, there are still four dry bones scattered, even if there is no breath of life, but the dry bones are still as white as jade, like a treasure.

This is the corpse of the four quasi-emperors of the past year.

It stands to reason that the body of the quasi-emperor will not rot for at least a hundred years, or even a thousand years, but in front of him, only dry bones are left, and it can be imagined how powerful the array is.

Here for a hundred years, time seems to freeze, day after day, no matter when, there is not the slightest change.

However, just today, in the trunk of the plane tree, a faint, strange purple light suddenly flashed.

This purple glow seems to be like a firefly in the dark. Illuminates a small area.

When you look closer, you can see that in the trunk of the plane tree, it seems to claim a world, boundless.

There are a lot of things scattered around that world.

A Fang Tian Painting Halberd, inserted in the void, flashed with a secluded light.

A curved bow that shimmered like the scorching sun stood silently in the void, motionless.

On one side, a jade pendant larger than his hands, with a sinister aura circulating, extremely cold, fell on a big mountain.

This great mountain, bare, is 800 miles long, and it is vast and boundless.

On the mountain, a black dress fluttered, like armor, flowing with an invincible aura.

In addition, there is a lot of messy clutter.

Among them, the most eye-catching is the four bronze monuments.

The bronze stele on all sides, above the inscription, exudes countless small characters, densely packed, gathered into a pair of patterns, seems to communicate the avenue, separate the four directions.

And in the center of the bronze tablet, a purple glow, exuding a faint light.

It was like a spark that had just been lit, flickering and flickering, and it looked extremely weak.

However, every time it flickered, the mountain would move slightly, and the heavenly halberd would buzz and tremble.

The silent black robe is also windless.

If you look closely, it's no ordinary light.

It's a hint of consciousness.

Extremely weak divine sense.

Like a small person, lying under the protection of the four heavenly monuments.

"I ...... Aren't you dead......"

There were subtle fluctuations in the consciousness.

The little figure finally opened its eyes.

Looking around, a trace of doubt appeared on his face.

"Where is this...... How long has it been since that battle?"

"My head hurts......"

A faint thought came out, and after a few moments, the spark dimmed.

I don't know how long it took for it to flicker again.

This divine thought is naturally Li Xiao.

He is really too weak now, and even sending out divine thoughts in the weak Dao is extremely extravagant.

As for using supernatural powers and repairing one's body, it is almost impossible.

Eventually, he gave up all action.

He knew that it was the Four Heavenly Monuments that saved his life and kept a trace of his divine sense.

Next, he can only rely on the Heavenly Monument to help him recover.

Time passed day by day, year by year.

Two hundred years have passed since that war.

It was also fifty years since Confucius returned.

On Hades, the purple glow has disappeared and turned into a transparent cocoon, in which it seems that a palm-sized baby can be seen, which is slowly taking shape.

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