"Boom!!!"
Master Xuankong joined the battle and instantly dealt a violent blow to the rampant God Burial Clan army.
The demon-conquering Zen staff in his hand was like the scythe of the god of death, instantly reaping the lives of countless members of the God Burial Clan.
The kind-faced and benevolent Buddha Emperor on weekdays turned into a angry-eyed Vajra today.
Witnessing this scene, the Vincentians in the ancestral spirit formation suddenly showed excitement.
"Great, it's the Buddha Emperor!"
"The Buddha Emperor has come to support us!"
"With His Majesty the Buddha Emperor here, we will definitely be able to survive this disaster!"
...
In the distance, Wu Tianmie stood on the mountain peak, looking at Master Xuankong who was madly slaughtering their God Burying Clan members, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes.
"Why did Master Xuankong, one of the Four Emperors, come here?"
"It seems that our attack on the Confucian Temple will not go as smoothly as expected..."
< br>The general behind him Kuang Mang sneered, "Just a bald donkey is not enough to hinder the great cause of our Burial God Clan."
"Don't panic, my king, wait for your subordinates to go in person and meet this bald donkey for a while. Donkey!”
“Don’t be impatient, Kuangmang”
Although Wu Tian Mie looks rough, as the leader of the God Burying Clan, he is naturally thoughtful and as careful as his hair.
At this time, he saw the clues and said in a deep voice, "The Tianfo Temple, the territory of the Buddha Emperor, is also facing the invasion of the Samsara clan."
"Why is he a Tianfo Temple? Instead of guarding his own territory, he came to the Confucian Temple to support the Emperor Wen? "
"Could it be that... the Buddha Emperor was not the only one who came to support him? "
Just when Wu Tian was destroyed? While he was thinking about it, he saw another green light falling from the sky in the distance, and his expression suddenly became more solemn.
This green light contains a majestic aura of literary ink, which is completely consistent with the aura of the Confucian Temple.
It was Madman Mo who fell from the sky and appeared in another area where the God Burial Clan was densely populated.
"You evil beasts, if you dare to attack my Confucian Temple, you are really asking for death!"
Mo Kuangzi suddenly raised his hand and directly summoned the Ten Thousand Dao Brush on the top of the Confucian Temple. In the palm of your hand.
Immediately, I poured my spiritual power into it, and with a wave of my hand, I condensed a line of ink and blasted it around.
The ink marks contain majestic lethality, and within the confines of the Confucian Temple, their power is even higher.
This line of ink swept across all directions, directly turning hundreds of God Burial Clan soldiers into powder.
"Temple Master! It's the temple master!"
"The temple master has not given up on us, he has come back to save us!"
Mo Kuangzi's appearance made Zu All the literati in the spiritual formation were moved to tears of joy.
The reason why they, literati, still choose to stay here in this time of turmoil is naturally because of their almost fanatical admiration for Mo Kuangzi.
However, Kuangzi Mo disappeared when the invasion of the ancient blood descendants was at its most violent, causing heavy losses to the Confucian Temple.
Now, when the literati are at their most desperate, Madman Mo suddenly returns as the king, giving them hope of life.
At this moment, in the minds of the literati, the image of Madman Mo became taller and majestic, almost like their god.
……
The corners of Wu Tianmie's mouth twitched slightly, and strong murderous intent burst out from his eyes.
"Sure enough, it's just as I expected." "As the master of the Confucian Temple, Kuangzi Mo will definitely not watch us occupy the Confucian Temple easily."
Another general beside him, An Tie, frowned and said: "Your Majesty, the Wandao Brush in Kuangzi Mo's hand is a treasure passed down from the ancestors of the Confucian Temple to this day."
"Back then, the Confucian sage relied on this A thousand pens created the saint's prohibition, opened up the ancient restricted area, and sealed our ancient blood descendants for ten thousand years."
"Now that Kuangzi Mo has offered up this Ten Thousand Dao Pen again, we can't let us underestimate him!"
"Huh, An Tie, why do you need to emulate other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige?"
< br>Arrogant but still fearless, he sneered, "It's just two Four Emperors who came to support. Can they stop our Buried God Clan from dominating the Nine Provinces?"
"Your Majesty, let your subordinates Go down and meet the bald donkey and the scholar. I promise to come with their heads!"
Wang Tianmie narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Idiot!"
"The four emperors of the human race are all the most powerful men at the pinnacle. They almost always act alone and rarely act together."
"Now that the two four emperors are gathered here, don't you Do you think there will be only two?”
Before Wu Tianmie could finish his words, he saw another red light falling from the sky, landing on the hill where the Buried God Clan was densely packed in the distance, directly killing hundreds of the Buried God Clan. Soldier.
Dongfang Liren, dressed in red, appeared on the stage, and his unparalleled appearance directly became the most dazzling focus on the entire battlefield.
However, what attracted her attention was not only her temperament that captivated all living beings, but also the blazing red jade soul-leaving whip in her hand.
"Shameless ancient blood descendants, let the fire purify your dirty and bloody sins!"
"Soul-burning fire!"
Dongfang Liren waved his jade arm, and the The ruby soul-leaving whip suddenly hit the ground hard.
A sharp and loud noise rose into the sky and instantly spread to every corner of the entire Confucian Temple.
The blazing soul-burning fire array instantly enveloped the surrounding area for dozens of miles.
Sharp claws made of condensed fire slowly stretched out from the fire array.
He directly grabbed the ankles of the God Burial Clan soldiers, dragged them alive into the fire formation, and burned them to ashes.
The emergence of the three great emperors, the Buddha Emperor, the Wen Emperor, and the Jade Emperor, instantly overturned the situation on the battlefield.
Master Xuankong's Demon-Conquering Zen Staff, Mo Kuangzi's Ten Thousand Dao Brush, and Dongfang Liren's Ruby Soul-Leaving Whip are all now powerful weapons that harvest the lives of the Burial Gods.
The originally invincible army of the God Burial Clan, in front of the Three Emperors, could no longer show any arrogance at this moment.
Seeing that the situation on the battlefield was completely under their control, the survivors in the ancestral spirit formation could not help but cry with joy.
An old man with a white beard was moved to tears and choked up, "I never thought that I would be lucky enough to see the four emperors gather together and fight side by side in this life."< br>
"Being able to live to this day is really a blessing from God..."
A young man next to me asked doubtfully, "Old man, you said that the four emperors gathered together and fought side by side... …But why did I only see three?”
“And the last one, where is it?”
The old man's eyes showed hope and awe, and he grinned, "The last person you mentioned is the star of hope for our human race."
"He will never fight such an unprecedented battle. Absent! ”
In the distance, Wu Tianmie’s face turned pale when he saw three of the Four Emperors appearing on the battlefield.
"This is unreasonable..."
"Obviously we three ancient blood descendants have agreed to launch a dark turmoil together and invade all nine states in the world at the same time."
"Why do three of the Four Emperors come to deal with us despite not caring about the Samsara Tribe and the Undead Tribe?"
"Are we, the Burial God Clan, so hated by others?!" (End of Chapter)