He was the first person in Confucianism, and respected the emperor in troubled times.

The rare top-level combat power of Confucianism in the world view of Thunderbolt - Emperor Confucianism is supreme, with a steady pace, striding with his head held high, and entering this dark world.

He has a wide white robe, inlaid with red edges, rolling golden lines, white hair is calm and calm, and his expression is cold and solemn.

Step by step, accompanied by the proud poetry recitation of Qingang:

"The eight directions are respected, the dragons bow their heads, and the emperor is supreme!"

Stepping into this place, the gaze of [Emperor Confucian Supreme] Lin Heavenly Punishment directly crossed Tang Yuan and looked at the primeval ancient gods behind him who were recovering extremely quickly.

"Despicable gods, it's better to lie underground!"

A scolding, full of courage.

As one of the four great creators of the same name as the Buddha Su He Nian, the Dao Emperor Shengwuji, and the Nine Heavens Xuanzun, the Emperor Confucianism naturally has the temperament of an emperor who rules the world.

Under the scolding, even Tang Yuan, the Ancient God Sect Master, couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Looking back, the circle that greeted the gods and sacrificed had been wrapped in the impact of the Emperor's trip just now.

His life's work was ruined, and Tang Yuan was like a madman in an instant.

"How dare you do this??

With a heart-rending roar, Tang Yuan's palms urged the huge blue energy, setting off a boundless wave of evil power in this dark world.

Under the impact of this wave, everything seems to be a tiny and invisible mayfly.

In just an instant, Han Feng and Lin Tianxing were about to be swallowed up.

In the face of such an offensive, Lin Tianxing, the Confucian emperor, responded ...... One-handed flat push - the royal spirit returns to the source!

The golden Confucian holy power erupted, and it slammed into the cathartic blue evil power wave.

Pushing this monstrous evil power back without moving, it directly knocked Tang Yuan upside down and flew back.

Originally, he was the master of the Southern Martial Arts, but at the moment he was as weak as a broken sack......

Han Feng looked at this scene and applauded lightly:

"It is worthy of being the Emperor of Confucianism, and with an understatement, he beat the leader of Nanwulin to the point that he has no power to resist~"

"Hahahaha!It's just because the other party's level is really not enough, and my old man is just an ordinary Confucian~"

Huang Ru's personality is also interesting, obviously very happy after being praised, but he must force some humble words.

Han Feng knew the character of the Emperor Ru, and he didn't ink with him, and looked at the Yingshen sacrifice that was swallowed up by the [Emperor's Journey].

"Speaking of which, the Venerable Driver won't lose his strength and really destroy this altar, right?"

Huang Ru was stunned for a moment:

"The other party is a true god...... It's not going to be so unbeaten, is it?"

Just as the two were talking, a white figure rushed out of the golden Emperor's Journey.

There are a pair of silver fleshy wings on his back, his feet are like the claws of an eagle, and his hands are no different from those of a human, and he is wearing a battle skirt and a sturdy upper body...... It's like a mythical creature.

turned into a white rainbow light, directly catching Tang Yuan who was flying upside down.

Tang Yuan was caught by this strangely shaped primeval god, his weak body showed a relieved expression, and he endured the pain and said:

"Ancestor!

The deity smiled wickedly and said softly:

"Yes, Obuchi, you're doing a great job!"

As he spoke, his hand lightly pressed on Tang Yuan's chest, reaching in like a hot knife cutting through oil.

Tang Yuan originally had a relieved expression, but at this moment, he was engulfed in pain.

Hot blood continued to gush out of his mouth, and his eyes widened...... There was disbelief in his eyes.

"Ancestral !!"

Hearing Tang Yuan's call, this god's expression was infinitely gentle, as if he was talking to his closest lover, but the words in his mouth were extremely cruel:

"Xiao Yuan'er, the Ancient God Sect has been passed down for so many generations, and you are the most obedient and believe in what I say...... But...... You're the stupidest of you...... You're just a mortal...... How is it possible to inherit my noble blood......line? It's all the sacrifices I cultivated~ You are to me, and there is no difference between you and Nalan Shu...... and pigs and dogs, food...... There is no difference. ”

As he spoke, in Tang Yuan's unbelievable eyes, the palm of the white deity inserted into Tang Yuan's chest produced an unimaginable suction, turning Tang Yuan's entire person into a pool of blood and absorbing it into his body.

With Tang Yuan as a supplement, his strength climbed again, and he instantly ascended to the realm of gods and demons.

This terrifying aura enveloped Him like a storm, and after the storm, the deity's appearance was revealed.

Dressed in a colorful brocade robe, it is already completely the appearance of the human race.

With long hair like a waterfall, he looked at Han Feng and Lin Tianxing:

"You've been waiting for a long time, and now ...... Do you still want to challenge me?"

In the dark space, the long-haired god at this moment exudes a sacred and inviolable temperament, and he is the ruler of this heaven and earth at this moment.

Han Feng looked at this picture, the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, and he nodded thoughtfully:

"Yes, but ...... We're not going to challenge you...... Rather, it is intended to ...... Siege you~"

When the long-haired god heard this, he laughed loudly:

"Hahahaha, ignorant mortals! You two are just a little stronger than ordinary humans, but compared to real gods...... You're still far from it!"

The god's voice became higher and higher-pitched, and the divine power around him became more and more boiling.

The so-called divine power is like a prison, and divine grace is like the sea...... What is shown in Him at this moment...... It is a purgatory of divine power that can only be unleashed by the power of true gods.

"Mortal, you are now facing the god of war of the Protoss Temple-Panlong Jinxiu!!"

Han Feng looked at this picture, as if he was not surprised at all, and raised his eyebrows:

"The God of War of the Temple, it sounds like a very ordinary gatekeeper~ and...... Who told you there were only two of us?"

As the words fell, the ultimate power of the grand vicissitudes of life bombarded this dark space.

In order to plan for his re-advent, the dark space that Panlong Jinxiu had brewed for countless years was torn apart like fragile rice paper......

The three gods of the Heavenly Court, Qi Feitian, Demon Shuai, and Li Jingxu, descended from the shattered dark space.

The black faded, revealing the shape of the base camp of the Ancient God Sect of Nanwulin...... However...... But there was no one.

Han Feng looked at the three of them and asked loudly:

"Three, has the five thousand miles around this area been emptied?"

Twelve black wings are born on the back of the sky, and the body is filled with black and purple air currents:

"Returning to the Great Heavenly Venerable, this place has been completely emptied, and at the same time, let the gods of the Heavenly Court use the power of the Demon World Floating Slaughter to lay a grand enchantment in the Southern Martial Arts, no matter how you fight next, it will not cause real damage to the land of Kyushu. ”

Panlong Jinxiu heard the conversation between Han Feng and the two, and a little banter flashed in his eyes:

"Do you think you can challenge a true god if you plan well?"

Han Feng shook his head:

"I'll have to correct you again...... Not a challenge...... It's a siege!"