? !!!!

When he noticed that the golden flames began to gather and turn into ripples, the gaze of the Southern Emperor of Immortality paused. He was on guard against Fuxi, so he did not take action. Or perhaps, Fuxi was very aware of his own deterrence and knew how to use it.

Fuxi poses the greatest threat when he does not show up or take any action.

"This is, Tai Shang Xuan Wei Qi Wu Huo?!"

"Hasn't he gone insane? Why did he appear again?!"

The golden light continued to gather, and the flames crossed the void, leaving clear tracks, turning into wrinkles on the robe, and turning into a powerful and old palm. This palm slowly stretched out forward, with the five fingers clenched together, steadily and gently holding the sword that fell from the sky.

The next moment, the sword whistled, and the wind and thunder disappeared.

The sword fell into this palm.

And this hand, which was formed purely by the gathering of golden light, grasped the sword, and then with a sweep of his sleeves, the rolling robe swept across the sky, and then the whole body transformed by the golden luck emerged. It was a tall old man with white hair and beard, his expression was solemn and dignified, gentle yet majestic. His eyes turned slightly, and the luck of the various schools of thought suddenly soared.

"mound?!!!"

A certain man who had previously been full of energy and fighting against the immortals and gods shouted!

There was respect and fear in his eyes, as well as a feeling that even if the person is someone we respect or an enemy we fear, we must step forward and do it with dignity to demonstrate our determination. He shouted and laughed, and his aura became several points stronger.

The Jade Emperor lowered his eyes to look at the old man and whispered, "Qiu?"

The Great Lord of Justice was astonished.

"Why is it that the person who is supporting the overall situation and the general trend in the world is no longer Qi Wuhuo? Who is this person? Is he also a disciple of Daozu, or the reincarnation of a great emperor, or does he have some mysterious blood?!"

As his eyes swept over, the old man, who now carried the great fortune of the human world, did not say anything. He just casually threw the sword somewhere in the human world, causing the Great Lord of Justice to feel a sudden pain in his heart as if blood was dripping.

First lose the fruit of the Tao.

Then he lost his precious weapon.

Although he is the Great Lord of Justice, famous and unrivaled, he seems to be naturally incompatible with those who maintain the situation and trends in this human world.

Only a handful of beings realized what this meant.

Mount Tai stretches endlessly, with the immortals in the sky and the disciples on the earth, their luck and magical powers colliding with each other, bursting out with brilliant light, which illuminates all directions, with light and darkness appearing and disappearing. A scholar in a green robe stands on the top of the mountain, with his hands behind his back, his sleeves and black hair dancing in the wind, his eyes have turned into cold vertical pupils because of excitement, and the corners of his mouth are raised.

Yes, that's right!

That's right. The one who appeared here, relying on the luck of the world, was not Qi Wuhuo, but Confucius Qiu. Compared with the Taoist himself, he has a more powerful deterrent power and more important significance.

This means that

The one holding the sword and protecting the world is no longer that Taoist priest. He has found a replacement for him.

This is inheritance!

The human world does not have to rely on Qi Wuhuo, but can complete this battle on its own. In fact, this battle does not require the appearance of that Taoist priest, but it would be more meaningful if the various schools of thought appeared.

In this way, it can be proved that these sixty years were not wasted.

In this way, we can repay the old master for his sixty years of preaching on earth.

This is how human inheritance is passed down.

The golden flames flowed, reflecting on the left and right and above and below, and turned into the appearance of the old man, with a long sword without an edge hanging on his waist, holding a bamboo slip in one hand, with a gentle and serene expression, vast and majestic, looking at the sky, and then bowed peacefully, meticulously, and said: "Qiu, meet the immortals and gods."

There was no doubt in the past sixty years.

Confucius came sixty years later.

Five hundred years later, another person took over the sword.

The world is vast and every five hundred years, a saint will appear!

The torch is passed on from generation to generation, and it continues uninterrupted!

…

In the boundless silence, suddenly a powerful energy rose into the sky.

A streak of light transformed into a blue dragon, which raised its head and roared with an aura that was boundless and heroic. In just a moment, it pierced through a large area of ​​space in front of it, shocking the immortals and gods. Soon, a man holding a Xuanhua axe suddenly swept it horizontally and chopped vertically, and finally knocked down the blue dragon that had pierced through many immortals and gods.

Then the majestic Qi wrapped around it dissipated.

That's not Canglong!

It was a long spear with an ancient tip that fell with a humming sound. When the gods of humanity and destiny who had been nearby and fighting with the gods in the sky saw the spear, many of them suddenly changed their expressions, with either fear or fanaticism in their eyes.

"Who is it again?!!"

Even those gods who had not participated in this event and had not received the Jade Emperor's command and were just watching from the sidelines were all shocked at such a drastic change at that moment - sixty years, a whole sixty years, was just like a big dream.

There are many people in the world who can stop the immortals and gods, and there are people with great luck and destiny who turn into their true bodies and cut down with a sword from the sky.

Now, before the old man actually made a move, another being who was undoubtedly equally powerful made a move. His spear was like a dragon, piercing through all the immortals and gods. Its momentum weakened a little, and was only stopped by an axe.

Are there really so many masters and strong people in this world?

The spear fell into the hands of a white-haired but still strong man.

The man rode on a Qilin, which stepped on the air and moved forward step by step with a powerful aura.

Above the sky, the giant spirit god, who did not participate in the battle but just watched the changes, was suddenly stunned. He looked at the white-haired man and always felt that the other party was somewhat familiar. Suddenly, from the sharpness of his eyes, he glimpsed the familiar feeling. That was the human youth who was fighting in the front during the demon clan disaster sixty or seventy years ago.

Now, he is already gray-haired.

The giant spirit said: "Li Zhai?!"

Li Zhai raised his eyes and scanned them with a calm gaze. He drove the Qilin forward and stood among the various schools of thought. Then he raised his head. All the immortals and gods had experienced many battles. Some of them were inferior to the various schools of thought of this era, but there were also some who were firm in mind and would not retreat a single step. They were not weaker than the various schools of thought.

What's more, the duration of the existence of the heaven is really too powerful.

They have existed since the ancient times to this period. In the beginning, they also had ardent dreams and the ambition to save the people. They have the foundation accumulated from generation to generation. Although the various philosophers have also led their disciples to come now, there are too many heavenly soldiers and generals in the sky.

Although, the normalized heavenly soldiers are also just the existence of the innate Qi.

But, there are too many of them.

First there was Fuziqiu, and then there was the mighty King. The stalemate just now was suddenly separated, but it was only a brief separation. The hostility between them was still deep. They stared at each other, neither of them gave in, and the murderous aura was so fierce that the sky and the earth were covered with layers of clouds and thunder.

The disciples had great respect for the mighty king who conquered the four directions and unified the world, and they bowed and said:

"Mighty King."

The disciples gazed at the densely packed, seemingly endless, celestial soldiers and gods in the sky, and had a vague feeling that they were completely surrounded. Or, perhaps, this was indeed the case. The simple accumulation of time might not allow for rapid advancement of realms, but it could certainly cultivate a backbone of people with a certain level of strength.

In heaven and on earth, the high-level combat power is represented by Fuziqiu at this moment.

There is a mighty king.

The various schools of thought are no less than ordinary immortals and gods, but there are indeed too many heavenly soldiers and generals.

Time is on the side of heaven and on the side of the immortals and gods.

It is obvious that Fuziqiu's state cannot be sustained or used continuously.

The scholars expressed their concerns. The mighty king Li Zhai raised his eyes and looked ahead. Then he suddenly smiled, groping for his spear with his hand, and said softly, "Time may not only be on the side of the immortals and gods. A sixty-year period of preparation for such a battle, whether it is worth it or not, can only be left to future generations to judge."

One of them said, "A sixty-year period... Mighty King, are you going to mobilize the destiny of humanity again?"

"But the pure destiny of humanity is something we are capable of controlling."

The various schools of thought were puzzled, but Li Zhai held the spear in front of him, his white hair was wild, and his aura was as free and unrestrained as when he was young, and he said:

"Although Wei Feng has passed away, there is still one person in this world who purely practices the way of human destiny. People in the future will no longer have the same experiences as us, nor will they have the same destiny as us!"

He raised his spear, and the luck of humanity suddenly gathered together, crisscrossing here.

On the Investiture of the Gods List, each name suddenly became very popular.

The mighty king Li Zhai said softly: "Although you and I were enemies in the past, some of our generals died at your hands, and some of your generals and soldiers died at my hands, but this battle may require you and me to join forces..."

“Let the past grudges end with us. Even if we will die in this battle, even if we are deified after this battle, our bodies may be shattered. Even if we don’t perish on the spot, our bodies will be greatly reduced. Even if you and I will eventually meet in the place of reincarnation.”

The List of Gods was shaking violently in front of him, and the brilliant names were burning like fire.

“Stop him!!!”

"Stop him now, immediately!"

The gods in heaven were experienced and had stopped previously because of the sudden appearance of two masters and unclear situation. But now seeing what Li Zhai had done, their expressions suddenly changed and all the gods and immortals attacked together with great splendor, rushing towards the people on earth. The people wanted to fight back, but they saw a huge old man transformed by golden luck taking half a step forward.

He looked solemn, holding a bamboo slip in his hand, and said, "Respect ghosts and gods but keep them at a distance."

Far does not mean that I am far away, but that ghosts and gods will stay away from me.

Respect ghosts and gods, and keep them away from you!

boom!!!!

The destiny of humanity turned into a tide in an instant, with waves surging and stretching for tens of thousands of miles. The sky lost its color, and clouds swept over, directly overturning the densely packed heavenly soldiers and generals, pushing them to a farther place in the sky. Because of the boundless murderous intent and boundless momentum between each other, the Qi naturally condensed and turned into layers of thick dark clouds.

The clouds were so vast that the gods could not see clearly for a moment. They only saw that the mighty king with white hair was surrounded by a golden aura, which flowed unsteadily, vast, boundless, and lonely.

Suddenly, a voice broke through the clouds, a spear pierced through the sea of ​​clouds, and shook off the battle flag.

On the fallen battle flag, there was a word written:

[Wei]!

A vague voice answered him.

"Hmph... Li Zhai, the mighty king Li Zhai, I never thought that you would ask me for help one day. I would not help you under any circumstances, but this is the only thing I have to do, even though I hate you so much that I wish I could die with you!"

The sea of ​​clouds was shattered and opened.

The people who were wearing the elegant robes of gods stood solemnly. They were silent, and then took half a step forward together.

The robe on his body was torn open.

A piece of iron armor with a cold glow!

"Duke Dingguo of Wei, lead the Wei Wuzu to join the battle."

These are famous generals from various countries who died on the battlefield but did great good deeds in protecting the people. They are all human warriors who died on the battlefield with supreme will and for the country and the people. After their death, the List of Gods will look for their true spirits and include them in the list.

They once fought each other, and they once fought to the death.

And now, the cavalry and warriors who once divided the human race into various countries have responded to the call and stood in the same direction as their former mortal enemies. The battle flags that have never been abandoned even after being deified are rushing towards the sky. The battle flags that were once stained with the blood of their own people fall down and dance wildly in the wind, and then stand shoulder to shoulder.

"Zhao Wu'an Jun, lead the border cavalry to join the battle."

"Da Qi, Great Halberd Warrior, who dares to block me on the road ahead?!!"

"Great Chu, the army of Shen Xi is here!"

"Qiu Long, Longxiong Army!"

"Dayan, Liaodong's strong soldiers!"

Finally, there was a solemn and silent response:

"Shenwu, Xuanjia!"

The murderous and tragic moment brought together the destiny of humanity. The disciples saw these legendary warriors appear, and then they surpassed them and stepped onto the battlefield again. Time is not only on the side of immortals and gods. Time is fair. Immortals and gods live forever, but the bravery of the human race can be passed down from generation to generation.

"Everyone, aren't you afraid?"

"snort."

In the sea of ​​clouds, a general who died in battle and was deified sneered:

His answer was so easy—

"Fear?"

"It's just one more battle to die."

Even if my soul is scattered.

The immortals and gods saw that the famous human generals who had once fought each other stood together, their battle flags dancing wildly in the air, their eyes looking forward, and swords of different styles were drawn out one by one and pointed forward. In the blink of an eye, an unprecedented terrifying murderous aura rushed forward.

The man in the front turned sideways, pointed his spear at the heavenly soldiers and generals, and answered:

"Human race."

"Li Zhai."

The leader of the military strategists responded to the Qi of humanity and the immortal gods, with the spear in his hand pointing forward. He wanted to say some slogans to boost morale like he did in the past, and whispered:

"The world wins."

I went to Luntai to recruit my old subordinates.

This was the biggest fight in my life.

Everyone, you and I, stand side by side again.

…

"Okay, okay, hahahaha, let's fight, let's fight!"

Such loud laughter did not come from a certain scholar in blue robes, but from the Buddhas who were supposed to be pure and free. The great formation of the human world was broken, the destiny of humanity was flowing, and the Buddhas found such a wonderful opportunity. They all restrained their breath and stepped into the human world at this time.

Go to the capital!

Move away that stone tablet with Buddhist charm!

No, not just that one!

Those nine stone tablets all have the rhyme of my Buddha, and all have a connection with my Buddha.

It is only out of Buddha's mercy that it was allowed to fall into the human world to save all living beings for a period of sixty years. Now it is time to return it to its original owner.

It should be attributed to Buddha!

Buddhism, entering the country, moving forward quickly, about to enter the customs!

Enter the customs!

…

The situation in the six realms became tense in an instant.

It was as if the sixty years of relaxation was just an illusion. The heavens, the immortals, the Jade Emperor, the Four Emperors, the Buddhas, the Bodhisattvas, all of them seemed to have lost their former composure, as if invaded by calamity, as if dragged by desire, and entered into the vortex. They were already a part of this vortex, making this vortex bigger and more majestic.

This is a great catastrophe.

The old green ox sighed.

The atmosphere became increasingly terrifying and depressing.

But the human world is still peaceful.

In the capital of the mortal world, Old Green Ox raised his head and looked at the terrifying confrontation vaguely in the sky. His eyelids twitched. Due to the strength and eyesight of the people in the mortal world, they could not see so high in the sky with their naked eyes, and the aftermath of the confrontation was obscured.

But Lao Niu is different. With his high status and background, he can take gourds of Tai Shang’s elixirs. He is strong and has sharp eyesight, so he can see very clearly!

He raised his head and saw the immortals and gods fighting each other, the fate of humanity flowing, and the terrifying and terrifying catastrophe that made his scalp tingle.

He lowered his head, what did he see?

What he saw was the human world, the red dust, people walking by talking and laughing, birds flapping their wings, steaming smoke, freshly baked buns, young men with youthful spirit, men and women who were interested in each other but shy, and children stepping on snowdrifts and sinking into them but giggling...

It is the beauty of the world.

After looking at the sky and then at the world, he had a feeling as if he was in a dream. He was worried, of course, but he also seemed to think that there was no need to worry. However, while being lazy and intoxicated by the prosperity of the world, he was also worried that the immortals in the sky would tear down the peaceful curtain of the prosperous world and pounce on him.

Such complex and contradictory emotions made him not want to move at all and just want to bask in the sun.

So he stared blankly at the world in front of him.

There were teenagers walking by, and young students bowing here.

The child who was just walking on the snow and laughing was dragged back home by his parents, grabbing their ears.

Because the clothes were wet and dirty.

The old blue ox grinned.

Suddenly, he heard the door behind him being slowly pushed open. The creaking sound was very normal, which made Lao Qingniu think casually that this old wooden door should be repaired after sixty years, and he had to find a reason to ask Randeng to repair the wooden door.

Because the door was opened, the snow on the trees fell down with a hissing sound and piled on the ground. Someone walked out, and there was a slight sound of footsteps hitting the ground. The person walked out casually, and everything happened naturally. Only then did Old Qingniu start to think casually, Fuxi was not here, and Wahuang was not here either. Wait, the Taoist Master Ran Deng seemed to have bought something, so what was this...

Old Qingniu’s expression froze.

A voice sounded, familiar and gentle:

"Uncle Niu."