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The return of Confucius caused a lot of discussion.

In the past, these saints who only existed in legends were no longer on the earth at all. There has been a rumor in the monastic world since a hundred years ago.

Legend has it that the sages of the past traveled the universe, comprehended the law of becoming an emperor, and at the same time protected the earth from the invasion of outsiders.

Today, there are many outsiders on the earth. At this juncture, the return of Confucius, people speculate whether something big will happen, and whether the great figures in the legends of the past will return one by one.

"boom!"

On the third day after Confucius returned, the Confucian holy land was attacked, and the person who made the attack was Yan Tian. He was so crazy that he came to the Confucian holy land in the name of visiting, and then, he slapped it down.

"Buzz!"

In the Holy Land of Confucianism, an array of scriptures emerged all over the sky, which could barely block this blow. Even so, the entire Holy Land was shaken endlessly.

Today's Xia Tian, ​​after spending a hundred years, has become a saint, powerful enough to compete with some elders.

"Is this the holy land of the human race, Confucianism? Haha, that's all!" Yan Tian was strong and strong, standing in the void and laughing, mocking Confucianism and the entire human race.

However, he didn't stop, and after one blow, he fled far away.

For some reason, Confucius didn't act, or even show up, and the students in the Confucian holy land didn't seem to take it seriously.

These people have lived for too long, their hearts are tough, and it is difficult to get angry. Yan Tian left after the slap, which proves that he is still afraid of Confucianism.

However, the people in the Confucian holy land did not respond, but the people in the world were very uncomfortable.

"What's the arrogance? More than a hundred years have passed, and the number of saints has gradually increased. It's not his turn to be arrogant in this world."

"Hmph, how can such a person insult a Confucian holy place?"

"well……"

Others sighed.

"In today's human race, although there are many strong people in the younger generation, there are really too few people who can match the people of the ancient race."

"Not too few, except for the barbarian kings of the Northern Territory, who would dare to challenge them?"

"It would be great if that family hadn't withdrawn from the dispute."

"You mean the Li family in the legend?"

A new generation of monks asked, he is still young, less than a hundred years old, he has only heard the legends of the Li family and the prestige of King Li Yan, but he has never really seen it.

"Yes." Beside him, the old man sighed leisurely, "More than a hundred years ago, this old man was still as old as you. At that time, in this world, even though the Taigu clan was arrogant, there was no one in the Li family who was afraid, and they were born to oppose them. .”

"It's a pity that Li Yanwang fought in the universe that year and never came back. Three years after he left, the Li family gradually faded out of people's sight."

"If the King of Hades is here, how can it be Yan Tian's turn to be arrogant, even if the Prince of God is here, I'm afraid he will be afraid three points!"

"I really yearn for your era."

"Son, there is nothing to yearn for. This era is truly a great era. There are so many strong men and so many opportunities. Li Yanwang's era was very difficult."

The two of you talk, I talk, talking about the past.

And this is just a corner of the world. In different places, people mentioned Li Yan Wang, and looked at the sky, as if they could see the direction of Yan Wang star.

One hundred and fifty years have passed, and the universe has long since returned to its original state, as quiet and dry as ever.

Time doesn't seem to flow here, and space doesn't seem to exist.

Outside the vast Milky Way, the lonely Yanwang star stands tall. Inside the Yanwang star, a plane tree stands upright, exuding dazzling light, maintaining the formation above the stars.

It can be vaguely seen that in different corners of the big formation, there are still four dead bones scattered. Even though there is no life breath, the dead bones are still as white as jade, like a treasure.

These are the corpses of the four quasi-emperors from the past.

It stands to reason that the Zhundi's body will not rot for at least a hundred years, or even a thousand years, but there are only dry bones left in front of him. One can imagine how powerful the array is.

A hundred years are like a day here, time seems to be frozen, day after day, no matter when, there is no slight change.

However, just today, within the torso of the sycamore tree, a faint, strange purple awn suddenly flashed.

This trace of purple light seemed like a firefly in the dark. Lights up a small area.

Looking closer, one can see that in the trunk of the plane tree, there seems to be a world that claims to be boundless.

There are many things scattered in that world.

A Fangtian painted halberd was stuck in the void, shining with a gloomy light.

A bow that shone like a scorching sun lay silently in the void, motionless.

A jade pendant that was bigger than his hands fell on a big mountain with a sinister aura flowing and extremely cold.

This mountain is bare, eight hundred miles long, and boundless.

On the mountain, a black dress fluttered like armor, exuding an invincible aura.

In addition, there are many messy clutter.

Among them, the most eye-catching is the bronze monument on all sides.

On the four sides of the bronze stele, on the inscription, there are countless small characters, densely packed, gathered into one pair after another, seeming to communicate the avenue and separate the four directions.

And in the center of the bronze monument, a purple awn glowed faintly.

It is like a spark that has just been ignited, flickering and flickering, looking extremely weak.

However, every time it flickers, the mountain will move slightly, and the Fangtian painted halberd will buzz and tremble.

The silent black robe is also automatic without wind.

Look carefully, it is not an ordinary light.

But a trace of consciousness.

Extremely weak consciousness.

Like a villain, lying in the protection of the four-sided sky monument.

"I... am not dead..."

There was a slight fluctuation in the consciousness.

The small figure finally opened his eyes.

Looking around, a trace of doubt appeared on his face.

"Where is this... How long has it been since that battle?"

"Head hurts……"

A faint divine thought came out, and after a while, Xinghuo dimmed.

I don't know how long it took before it was able to flicker again.

This divine sense is naturally Li Xiao.

He is really too weak now, it seems extremely extravagant even for the weak to send out divine thoughts.

As for performing supernatural powers and repairing one's own body, it is almost impossible.

Eventually, he gave up all action.

He knew that it was the four-sided sky monument that saved his life and kept a trace of his spiritual consciousness.

Next, there is only Tianbei to help him recover.

Time passed day by day, year by year slipped away.

Two hundred years have passed since that battle.

It will take fifty years for Confucius to return.

On Hades, the trace of purple light has disappeared, and it has turned into a transparent cocoon. In the cocoon, it seems that a palm-sized baby can be seen slowly taking shape.