Six hundred and twentieth-fourth thought, slaying the gods
He was the first person in the Confucian sect to calm the troubled times and respect the emperor.
The rare top combat power of the Confucian sect in Perak's worldview - the supreme Confucian emperor, walking steadily and holding his head high, enters this dark world.
He wears a wide white Confucian robe with red edges and golden lines. He has a mane of white hair that has experienced vicissitudes of life and a cold and solemn expression.
Walking step by step, accompanied by the clear and proud poetry chanting:
"Every direction is supreme, all dragons bow their heads, the emperor and heaven are supreme!"
Upon entering this place, [Emperor and Confucian Supreme] Lin Tianxing looked directly past Tang Yuan and towards the ancient god who was recovering rapidly behind him.
"Despicable gods, it's better to lie underground!"
A scolding, full of energy.
As one of the four founders of the Tao who is as famous as the Buddha He Nian, the Taoist Emperor Sheng Wuji, and the Nine Heavens Xuanzun, Huangru Wushang naturally has the air of an emperor to rule the world.
Under the scolding, even Tang Yuan, the ancient god leader, couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
Looking back, I saw that the magic circle for welcoming the gods had been wrapped by the impact of Huang Tian's journey just now.
His whole life's hard work was ruined, and Tang Yuan suddenly became like a madman.
"You!? How dare you do this!??"
With a heartbreaking roar, Tang Yuan activated the huge blue energy with both palms, setting off a boundless wave of evil power in this dark world.
Under the impact of this wave, everything seems to be a tiny, invisible ephemera.
In just an instant, Han Feng and Lin Tianxing were swallowed up.
Faced with such an offensive, Lin Tianxing, the Confucian emperor's response was...a single-handed push - the return of imperial energy!
The golden Confucian holy power spurted out, impacting mightily on the cathartic wave of blue evil power.
He pushed back this monstrous evil force without moving, and even knocked Tang Yuan upside down.
He was originally the master of the Southern Wulin, but now he is as weak as a broken sack...
Han Feng looked at this scene and clapped softly:
"As expected of a Confucian emperor, he beat the leader of the Southern Wulin without any resistance with just one slap~"
"Hahahaha! This is just because the opponent's level is really not good enough. I, an old man, am just an ordinary Confucian~"
Huang Ru's character is quite interesting. He is obviously very happy after being praised, but he must forcefully say some modest words.
Han Feng knew Huang Ru's character, so he refused to follow his lead and looked back at Yingshen Sacrifice who was swallowed up by [Emperor's Journey to Heaven].
"Speaking of which, your Majesty, you won't lose your strength and destroy this altar, right?"
Huang Ru was stunned for a moment:
"The other party is a true god after all...he can't be so inexperienced, right?"
While the two were talking, a white figure rushed out from the golden Emperor Tianzhi aura.
There are a pair of silver flesh wings on its back, its feet are like eagle's talons, its hands are no different from human beings, it is wearing a war skirt, and its muscular upper body is naked... It is like a mythical creature.
It turned into a white rainbow light and directly caught Tang Yuan who was flying upside down.
Tang Yuan was caught by this strange-looking ancient god. His weak body showed an expression of relief, and he endured the pain and said:
"Ancestor! You have finally recovered!"
This god showed a strange smile and said softly:
"Yes, Xiaoyuan, you did a good job!"
As he spoke, he gently pressed his hand on Tang Yuan's chest, thrusting it in like a hot knife cutting through oil.
Tang Yuan originally had a happy expression, but at this moment he was swallowed up by pain.
Hot blood kept pouring out of his mouth, his eyes widened... his eyes were full of disbelief.
"ancestor!!!"
Hearing Tang Yuan's call, the 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 Religion has been passed down for so many generations. You are the most obedient and believe in what I say...but...you are also the stupidest...you are just a mortal...how could you inherit this from me?
Noble bloodline? Your lineage from the Ancient God Religion...are all sacrifices raised by me~ You are no different to me than Nalan Qu is to you...no different from pigs, dogs, food..."
As he spoke, in Tang Yuan's disbelieving eyes, the white god's palm inserted into Tang Yuan's chest produced unimaginable suction, turning Tang Yuan's entire body into a pool of blood and absorbing it into his body.
With Tang Yuan as a supplement, his strength increased again, and he instantly reached the realm of gods and demons.
This terrifying aura was like a storm, wrapping Him up. After the storm, the appearance of this god was revealed again.
Wearing a colorful brocade robe, he already looks like a human race.
With long hair like a waterfall, he looked at Han Feng and Lin Tianxing:
"You two have been waiting for a long time. Now...do you still want to challenge me?"
In the dark space, the long-haired god exudes a sacred and inviolable temperament, and is the ruler of this world at this moment.
Han Feng looked at this picture, with a half-smile on his lips, and nodded seriously:
"Indeed, but...we are not planning to challenge you...but...we are planning to...surround and kill you~"
The long-haired god heard this and laughed loudly:
"Hahahaha, you ignorant mortals! You two are just a little stronger than ordinary humans, but compared to real gods... you are still far behind!"
The gods' voices became louder and louder, and the divine power around them became more intense.
The so-called divine power is like prison, divine grace is like the sea... what He is showing at this moment... is the divine purgatory that can only be released by the true divine power.
"Mortal! What you are facing now is the god of war who protects the temple of the gods - Panlong Jinxiu!!"
Han Feng looked at this scene, as if he was not surprised at all, and raised his eyebrows:
"The God of War who protects the temple sounds like a very ordinary gatekeeper~ And... who told you that there are only two of us?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the ultimate power of grand vicissitudes bombarded this dark space.
The dark space that Panlong Jinxiu had been planning for his second coming for countless years was torn apart like fragile rice paper...
The three heavenly gods, Wu Feitian, Yaoshuai, and Li Jingxu, descended from the broken dark space.
The black faded, and the surrounding area revealed the appearance of the headquarters of the Southern Wulin Ancient God Sect... However... there was no one there.
Han Feng looked at the three of them and asked loudly:
"You three, has the five thousand-mile radius around here been cleared?"
Wu Feitian has twelve black wings on his back, and his whole body is filled with black and purple air currents:
"Reporting to the Great Heavenly Lord, this place has been completely emptied. At the same time, the gods of heaven have used the power of the Monster World Pagoda to set up a grand barrier in the Southern Wulin. No matter how we fight next, it will not cause real damage to the land of Kyushu."
When Panlong Jinxiu heard the conversation between Han Feng and Han Feng, a hint of joking flashed in his eyes:
"Do you think you can challenge a true god by making a good plan?"
Han Feng shook his head:
"I have to correct you again... it's not a challenge... it's a siege!"