After the White Emperor left.

Wu Changqing carefully felt the current aura fluctuations of Emperor Wu City for a while.

The strange aura in the city is weak, it should be the seat of Wang Xianzhi, and the powerful aura has suppressed the weird invasion.

Wang Xianzhi's aura at this moment has not changed at all.

However, according to Emperor Bai, when Wang Xianzhi came out, it was the time when he was eroded by weirdness......

Come to think of it.

Wu Changqing wanted to go directly to Emperor Wu City to have a look.

Maybe he can save Wang Xianzhi in advance.

But right now.

The White Emperor's voice came again.

"You can help others eradicate that ominous aura in advance, but Wang Xianzhi can't."

A short sentence made Wu Changqing stop.

What does the White Emperor mean by this?

Did he deliberately want to watch Wang Xianzhi be eroded by the weird and then killed by himself?

Isn't this his human incarnation?

Maybe......

Wu Changqing suddenly thought of a possibility.

A win-win possibility.

The White Emperor recycled the incarnation and accumulated a hundred years of human luck.

At the same time, the warriors in the world did not have the mountain of Wang Xianzhi, and began to rise rapidly one after another......

Is that so?

Wu Changqing can only guess like this.

However, since the White Emperor himself does not feel sorry for him, this human incarnation.

Wu Changqing didn't plan to meddle in things, turned around and disappeared directly on Emperor Wu City.

It's just that he just walked on the front foot.

At the back foot, a burly old man in a black cloth shirt came to the place where Wu Changqing stayed.

"Wu Changqing ......"

Wang Xianzhi looked in the direction where Wu Changqing left, and there was both pain and expectation on his face.

Behind him, pitch-black gas had begun to slowly emerge, and at the same time, a white tiger phantom loomed, suppressing the overflow of pitch-black gas.

"If I don't sacrifice you."

"It is difficult for Wu Changqing to really step out of the realm of the world."

The White Tiger Phantom slowly spoke in a voice that only Wang Xianzhi could hear.

"I know."

"Wu Changqing is no longer a young man who was dedicated to cultivating immortals when he was young."

"His bonds in the world are too many and too deep, which makes him have the idea of stagnation."

Wang Xianzhi sighed lightly.

All this is the plan of the White Emperor.

The reason why Emperor Bai wanted to sacrifice his human incarnation to help Wu Changqing truly transcend the way of the human world.

This is also all for Wu Changqing.

More so.

Only Wu Changqing could save the world from fire and water before that ominous aura completely spread across the heavens and the earth.

"Take advantage of this time to explain your last words to your disciples."

The White Tiger Phantom tore at the pitch-black gas and disappeared behind Wang Xian.

Wang Xianzhi nodded lightly and returned to Emperor Wu City.

Shangyin School Palace.

When Wu Changqing returned here.

Built on the mountain, in the huge school palace, all the gentlemen and students have basically returned to their normal appearance.

Only some students who died early due to strangeness, Wu Changqing was powerless to return to the sky.

It's the matter of the first Confucian saint Zhang Fuyao.

When Wu Changqing was in the bamboo forest of the school palace that had all withered, he found this old man who seemed to have reached the last age of the wind candle.

Zhang Fuyao was sitting cross-legged on the ground, constantly muttering the words of the saint in his mouth.

Feel the arrival of Wu Changqing.

Zhang Fuyao slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were full of gloom and loneliness.

"Eight hundred years, the old man has guarded the world for eight hundred years."

"Although I have seen many immortals pointing fingers at the world, I am also used to seeing immortals incarnate and absorb the luck of the world."

"But with the existence of the old man, the world has not been affected by too many immortal methods."

Zhang Fuyao muttered to himself and sighed to the sky.

"Regrets?"

Wu Changqing slowly walked in front of the old man and sat opposite the other party casually.

"Regret? What are the regrets. ”

"If I have to say regrets, that is, in the lifetime of the old man, I am afraid that he will not be able to see the unification of the Northern Central Plains, and the Confucian and Taoist culture will completely glorify Kyushu."

As Zhang Fuyao spoke, he began to cough gently.

It's like an ordinary old man.

"Are you draining all your luck?"

"Why do you want to do this, if you continue to control the luck of Confucianism and Taoism in this world, let alone a thousand years, you will live for two thousand years."

Wu Changqing felt that the breath of the old man in front of him was disappearing bit by bit.

It's like a candle that is about to burn out.

I can't help but feel pity.

"Wu Changqing, you are amazing, you are only nineteen years old, and you deserve to be the first in the world."

"In today's Kyushu, maybe only Lu Dongxuan can fight with you."

"Presumably, you are also the first person to discover that this Kyushu has entered an inexplicable frenzy."

"This kind of weird frenzy that can corrode people's hearts, and the stronger the cultivation, the more it will be corroded first."

"Even I can't do anything about it."

"I don't take advantage of the time I'm awake now to dissipate all my qi and luck, but after I really lose myself, I will stain the whole Kyushu with blood?"

Zhang Fuyao thumped his chest, coughing, and said with a sneer.

"It doesn't have to be that way."

"I'm ......"

Wu Changqing thought about it for a while, and felt that it was better to stop Zhang Fuyao's self-abandonment, which might be useful to him in the future.

But that's not the end of the story.

was interrupted by Zhang Fuyao waving his hand.

"I'm tired, it's been eight hundred years, and if it were you, you would feel that the world is nothing more than that."

"It's a lump of mud in the sky."

"I will scatter eighty percent of Confucian luck and give it to all Confucian students in this world."

"I'll leave the remaining 20% to you."

"I can see that your cultivation is not the way of the world, but you have the shadow of Taoism, and you only have the breath of Xuanxuan."

"There are too many things you lack, the Vajra of Buddhism, the celestial phenomena of Confucianism."

"Without the unity of the three religions and the transcendent sanctification, you are not the real peak."

Zhang Fuyao seems to have penetrated everything about Wu Changqing a long time ago.

He said slowly, and between the words, he stretched out a palm and slowly handed it to Wu Changqing.

looked like that, as if he wanted Wu Changqing to cover his hands.

Wu Changqing did not hesitate, and directly held the old palms like dead branches.

The moment when the palms of the two men intersected.

Wu Changqing only felt that his inner world began to skyrocket wildly.

As the region expands and the climate grows, the mountains begin to take on the appearance of mountains, and the rivers are wide and the waves are fierce.

It is the invincible cultivation of Wu Changqing in the world now.

But it was still under Zhang Fuyao's gift, and the cultivation began to grow rapidly.

The realm of the foundation building period he had set for himself before.

At this moment, it is slowly breaking through to the realm!

However, this kind of open-hanging cultivation ascension began to show signs of dissipation after Zhang Fuyao's body began to show signs of dissipation.

Progress is getting slower.

"That's all I can give you."

"There will be people who will volunteer to help you in the future."

"Because in their eyes, you are the hope of the whole world."

"They don't want to see the world turn into purgatory, and in that kind of world, luck is about to dry up completely."

"Those guys know more than we do."

"Remember."

"In the future, there will be no guards for me."

"You have to shoulder the responsibility for me that the world will not be completely controlled by the immortals."

"Otherwise, the old man is under the nine springs, and he will come up to talk to you!"

At this moment, Zhang Fuyao is like an old man who chattered on his deathbed and kept explaining his last words to his children.

Wu Changqing's face was solemn, and he had already swayed at Zhang Fu.

Congratulations to this earthly saint for his merits.

"Remember."

"The world should not respect immortals."

Before dissipating, Zhang Fuyao used his last breath, and a sound spread throughout the entire Shangyin School Palace.

Those students who didn't know why all felt the power that could cleanse their minds, and it flowed through their chests.

Everyone is angry.

Just after Zhang Fuyao, who had guarded the world for 800 years, completely fell.

Above the nine heavens, a thunderous sensation began.

Dappled electric flashes.

It's like an immortal in the sky, happy about Zhang Fuyao's death at the moment.

I can't wait to point fingers at the world.

"Presumptuous!"

"The saint preached, the young man dared to disturb the saint's tranquility!"

Wu Changqing suddenly got up angrily, and the Xuanlong Sword had already appeared in his hand at some point.

He is a sword against the mottled thunderous sky!

A sword gate opens, and the bells and drums ring!