martial arts mythology system

Chapter 629 Chapter 620
Standing as the No.1 Confucianist, respect the emperor in order to calm the troubled times.

The rare Confucian orthodox top combat power in the Thunderbolt worldview-the emperor and Confucianism are supreme, with steady steps and swaggering steps, stepping into this dark world.

He was wearing a large white Confucian robe, trimmed with red borders, rolled with golden lines, his white hair was vicissitudes of life, and his expression was solemn and solemn.

Walking step by step, accompanied by Qing Ang's proud poem recitation:
"All directions are respected, all dragons bow their heads, and the emperor is supreme!"

Stepping into this place, [Emperor Confucianism is Supreme] Lin Tianxing's gaze directly passed Tang Yuan, and looked at the ancient god who was recovering rapidly behind him.

"You despicable god, it's better to lie underground!"

A scolding sound, full of vigor.

As the four founders of the Tao who are as famous as the Venerable Buddha Su Henian, the Taoist Emperor Sheng Wuji, and the Nine Heavens Xuanzun, Huangru Wushang naturally has the air of an emperor who rules the world.

Under the scolding, even Tang Yuan, the leader of the ancient gods, couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Looking back, the magic circle of welcoming the gods and offering sacrifices has been wrapped by the impact of the emperor's trip just now.

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

"You!? How dare you do this!??"

With a heart-piercing roar, Tang Yuan's palms stimulated the huge energy of Youlan, 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 mayfly.

In an instant, Han Feng and Lin Tianxing were about to be engulfed.

Faced with such an offensive, Lin Tianxing, the Confucian emperor, responded by... Pushing flat with one hand—returning imperial spirit!
The golden Confucianism sacred power spurted out, and it impacted on the wave of blue evil power that had been vented.

Yuan Fang pushed back the monstrous evil force without moving, and even knocked Tang Yuan backwards and flew back.

He was originally the ruler of Nanwulin, but now he is as weak as a broken sack...

Han Feng watched this scene and applauded lightly:

"As expected of the Emperor of the Confucian School, with an understatement, he beat the leader of Nanwulin to the point of being powerless to resist~"

"Hahahaha! This is only because the opponent's level is not enough. I, an old man, am just an ordinary Confucian~"

Huangru's personality is also interesting, he is obviously very happy after being praised, but he must forcefully say some modest words.

Han Feng knew Huangru's character well, so he didn't follow him, and looked at the priest who was engulfed by the "Journey to the Emperor's Heaven" again.

"Speaking of which, Your Excellency will not confiscate the power, really destroy this altar?"

Huang Ru was stunned for a moment:
"The other party is a true god...won't he be so careless?"

Just as the two were talking, a white figure rushed out of the golden aura of the emperor.

There is a pair of silver flesh wings on the back, the feet are like eagle claws, the hands are no different from human beings, wearing a battle skirt, and the upper body is naked... 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 strangely shaped ancient god, his frail body showed a gratified expression, endured the pain and said:
"Ancestor! You have finally recovered!"

The god showed a treacherous smile, and said softly:

"Yeah, Xiaoyuan, you did a great job!"

While speaking, his hand lightly pressed on Tang Yuan's chest, reaching in like a hot knife cutting oil.

Tang Yuan originally had a gratified expression, but was swallowed up by pain at this moment.

Blood gushed out of his mouth, and 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 the most...but...you are also the most stupid...you are just a mortal...how could you inherit my teaching? Noble bloodline? Your lineage of the Ancient God Religion...are all sacrifices I cultivated~ You are to me, just like Nalan Quin is to you...It is no different from pigs, dogs, food..."

Speaking, under Tang Yuan's unbelievable eyes, the white god's palm inserted into Tang Yuan's chest produced an unimaginable suction force, turning Tang Yuan's whole body into a pool of blood and absorbing it into his body.

With Tang Yuan as a supplement, his strength rose again, and he reached the realm of gods and demons in an instant.

This terrifying aura is like a storm, enveloping him. After the storm, the appearance of this god is revealed again.

Dressed in a colorful brocade robe, he already looks like a human race.

Long hair like a waterfall, looking 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 deity exudes a sacred and inviolable aura at this moment, and is the ruler of this world at this moment.

Han Feng looked at this picture, with a half-smile at the corner of his mouth, and nodded seriously:

"Indeed, but...we're not going to challenge you...we're going to...siege you~"

The long-haired deity heard the words and laughed aloud:
"Hahahaha, ignorant mortals! You two are just better than ordinary humans, but compared with real gods...you are still far behind!"

The god's voice became louder and louder, and the divine power in his body became more and more boiling.

The so-called divine power is like hell, and divine grace is like the sea... what is shown in him at this moment... is the divine power purgatory that can only be released by the real power of gods and spirits.

"Mortal! What you are facing now is the war god of the God Race—Panlong Jinxiu!!"

Han Feng looked at the picture, as if there was no surprise at all, raised his eyebrows:

"Guardian God of War, sounds like a very ordinary gatekeeper ~ and... who told you that there are only two of us?"

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

The dark space that Panlong Jinxiu had been brewing for countless years in order to plan her own coming again was torn apart like fragile rice paper...

The three heavenly gods, Xi Feitian, Yaoshuai, and Li Jingxu descended from the shattered dark space.

The blackness faded, and the surroundings revealed the appearance of the Nanwulin Ancient Divine Sect's stronghold...but...there was no one there.

Han Feng looked at Zhi Feitian and asked loudly:

"Three, has the five thousand li radius around here been cleared?"

It's not like the sky has twelve black wings on its back, and the whole body is filled with black and purple air:
"Reporting to the Great Heavenly Venerable, this place has been completely emptied. At the same time, let the gods of the heavens use the power of the demon world Buddha to set up a grand barrier in the Nanwulin. No matter how you fight next, it will not cause real damage to the land of Kyushu."

When Panlong Jinxiu heard the conversation between Han Feng and the two of them, a playful flash of light flashed in his eyes:
"Do you think you can challenge a true god with a good plan?"

Han Feng shook his head:
"I have to correct you again...it's not a challenge...it's a siege!"

(End of this chapter)