Stunning beauty

Nanling.

The third god of gods, Ziwei Tian, ​​descended. Because he had no physical body, he passed through the space passage of the ancient battlefield very smoothly.

The appearance of Ziweitian also means the defeat of Qin Ena, Hua Feihua and others.

However, the saints are still here, so how can they allow the gods to cause chaos in the world?

Almost at the moment when Ziweitian just appeared in the human world, the saints of the human world descended above Nanling Mountains at the first moment, with the ability to ignore space and distance, which was beyond everyone's cognition.

Ziwei Tian noticed the terrifying power of the human sage in front of him, and his face changed immediately.

Without any hesitation, Ziweitian turned around and was about to retreat back to the ancient battlefield.

However, two people had already entered the entrance to the ancient battlefield, and a powerful repulsive force was surging, preventing anyone else from entering.

"Want to go back? I'll help you!"

In an instant, Confucius' figure flashed over and slapped Ziwei Tian into the entrance of the ancient battlefield with one palm.

Afterwards, Kongqiu brought Li Ziye in. With their unrivaled strength, they forcibly opened the space channel that was about to close, ignoring all rules and restrictions.

At such close proximity, Li Ziye felt the power erupting from the Confucian leader and was shocked.

How did this old man cultivate to such a level?

He felt that even if he was given a thousand years, he would not be able to reach the old man's level.

"Old man."

With a surge of righteousness, Li Ziye opened his mouth and asked with a smile, "Thousands of years ago, when you first started learning martial arts, were you talented in martial arts?"

"It's okay."

Confucius replied, "Probably about the same as your second brother and the goddess Tan Tai."

"..."

Li Ziye couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard that.

Is this what I call okay?

The martial arts talents of his second brother and Tan Tai Jingyue are rare once in eight hundred years, if not once in a thousand years.

Of course, he is pretty much the same.

In eight hundred years, it is estimated that you won’t see a person whose eight meridians are blocked.

"Little guy, it wasn't until today that I realized that all coincidences are not coincidences at all."

Confucius said, "Perhaps, it is not a bad thing that you were born with blocked meridians."

"Old man, do you think he (she) has awakened?" Li Ziye asked.

"Probably not yet."

Confucius shook his head and replied, "Otherwise, I would not have noticed his whereabouts until today. However, even if he has not awakened yet, he is like the Suzaku Saintess back then, with an existence in his body and the beginning of consciousness."

At this point, Confucius paused and reminded, "Little guy, you must handle this matter properly. If necessary, you must not be soft-hearted."

"I see."

Li Ziye nodded and said, "Now, I have the responsibility to protect him, but if one day he goes against the beliefs of the Li family, I will not show mercy."

"That's good."

Confucius felt relieved and said, "I can rest assured that you can do your job."

As the two men finished their words, the scene in front of them suddenly changed, and a vast desolate ancient battlefield appeared before their eyes. At this moment, demons were dancing wildly and screaming.

The gods that escaped from the Kingdom of God have already occupied the entire ancient battlefield. The powerful warriors who remained in the ancient battlefield were either killed in the battle or had their bodies taken over by the gods. No one survived.

With the naked eye, it was visible that divine light was shining in all directions on the ancient battlefield. The gods with divine halos on their heads had surging auras that were powerful, alien, and chilling.

"Little guy, go and support your master first. I will come to help you after I deal with these monsters and demons in front of me." Confucius reminded him, waved his left hand, and sent the boy beside him thousands of miles away.

After sending away the burden beside him, Confucius stood in the air, his eyes swept across the entire ancient battlefield, and a murderous look flashed across his old face.

God?

Vulnerable!

Confucius held the Taiyi sword in his hand, with a surge of righteous energy in his body, and then he slashed down with the sword.

The next moment, sword energy broke through the air and under the horrified gaze of the gods, the vast sword energy quickly spread out in all directions with the human sage as the center.

"what!"

Screams followed.

The god who was high and mighty not long ago, slaughtering and possessing the bodies of the masters of the Red Land, at this moment, was like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others, without any ability to fight back.

"Ziweitian, I know you are not dead yet, come out."

After clearing out most of the gods, Confucius looked into the distance and said coldly, "As the God of Gods, you don't even have the courage to show up, do you?"

"The human sage is joking."

As the words were spoken, a huge aura erupted from a thousand miles away. In the dark night, Ziweitian, dressed in purple, rose into the sky with flying hair. Her powerful strength was even greater than before.

"You have obtained a physical body so quickly. You are indeed different from ordinary gods."

Confucius looked at the woman in front of him and said calmly, "However, after all, this body is not created by me, so it cannot reach perfection."

"It's definitely missing something."

In the void, Ziweitian responded, "But there is a way."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ziwei Tian raised his palms and pressed down hard.

In an instant, wind and clouds swept across the sky above the ancient battlefield, and a huge shadow appeared. There was only a blurry face, but it gave people an indescribable terrifying pressure.

On all sides of the ancient battlefield, the remaining gods all showed looks of horror when they saw the phantom above.

"Spare your life!"

One god after another begged for mercy desperately. Under the cover of night, all kinds of living beings appeared. Some fled, some resisted with all their might. However, it was all in vain.

In the sky, a huge shadow opened its huge mouth. In an instant, the bodies of gods on all sides of the ancient battlefield exploded, and their blood and souls all flew into the sky.

Below, Confucius saw this scene and frowned slightly.

Why does this move look a bit like the moves of the old gods?

The only difference is that one is voluntary sacrifice and the other is taken by force.

This method has never been heard of before. It seems that the gods have not been standing still over the years and have made great progress.

In just a moment, above the sky, with the sacrifice of the gods, the huge phantom began to solidify, and then all the flesh, blood, and souls continuously sank into the Ziwei celestial body below.

"Thousands of years ago, the gods were defeated by the Dao Sect because it took us too long to create our physical bodies, making it difficult for us to exert our full strength."

Ziweitian said this, and with his right hand clenched, a purple spear appeared, mixed with blood, and dazzling scarlet.

"So, for the past thousand years, we have been looking for ways to quickly restore our strength. Fortunately, after countless attempts, we finally found some solutions."

As he spoke, Ziwei Tian's aura rose rapidly, and soon, it broke through the limit of two flowers, and the third Taoist flower appeared silently in the sky.

In front, Confucius felt the transformation of the aura of the God of Gods before him, but his expression remained unchanged.

It's really good.

But, did she misunderstand something?

Three Flower Realm, he was there a thousand years ago!

(Ps: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, eh!)