She then began to inspect the tombs. After confirming that the remains of the 365 dead Confucians were still intact, she felt a little relieved.

"Three hundred and sixty-five deceased Confucians, divided into heaven, earth, people, culture, and martial arts... have been sleeping for tens of thousands of years, waiting for the arrival of the Confucian catastrophe predicted by the ancient Emperor of Confucianism."

"Then they will wake up one after another and help the human race survive the disaster... I don't know how long it will take, and when will my tomb guarding career end..." Jun Qing sighed quietly.

But soon, her figure suddenly trembled.

The foot-long dragon's tail behind her gently swung, and her figure flew like an arrow. She hovered above the tomb, and a confused and frightened ink line appeared on the clown mask.

"The legacy of the dead Confucianism has awakened...what's going on..."

Her head gently swung 360 degrees, like a twisting machine, and it was finally confirmed that one of the fallen Confucian relics who had been sleeping in the Wusheng Hall had woken up.

"Heaven, earth, people, culture, and martial arts...why at this time, a legacy of the dead Confucianism in Wu Shengtang wakes up...the Confucian catastrophe is coming?"

Just at this moment, Wen Donglai's heartbeat sounded like a voice from heaven again.

"I recommend the heaven and the earth with my blood,...the energy of the earth...ask the saints..."

The air above the world of Confucianism opened and closed, and a wisp of wandering air emerged from the air. It circled around the world of Confucianism, bypassing the four palaces of monsters, power, chaos, and gods. Each palace was affected by this ray of energy.

The qi provided something, and this wisp of qi gradually grew stronger and headed straight for the tomb.

"Hmph...how dare you..."

Jun shouted softly and clapped his hands violently. His heavenly force was strong and rolled like a tide, pushing towards the wisp of Qi.

"Haha, my eyesight is like grass, how dare you, how brave..."

That wisp of energy issued a domineering and awe-inspiring word, turned into a long sword of a wandering dragon, and chopped the wave of heavenly power with one blow, lightly knocking you ten thousand meters away.

After knocking Jun Qing away, it hovered above the Wu Sheng Hall in the Tomb Mansion and let out a mournful sound toward the sky.

"I am a warrior in Xie Liang. I am treated as a brother by my lord. How can I betray my righteousness and surrender to the enemy's country? If the city is broken, it will only die. Jade can be broken but its whiteness cannot be changed. Bamboo can be burned but its knots cannot be destroyed. My body

Although you have died, your name can be hung on bamboo and silk. Your legacy is very much in line with my wishes. Wouldn’t it be great for you and me to help the Confucian scholars, to establish a will for all people, and to fight against chaos for heaven and earth... Haha..."

…Bang…

A sound of air bursting sounded out of thin air in the world of Confucianism, and a towering mansion rose above the tomb.

The mansion exploded in mid-air, and a man with a red face and a beautiful beard appeared. He closed his eyes tightly, with a strong and slender figure, and a majestic look between his brows.

"…don't want…"

Jun let out a quick cry, his body flying like lightning, trying to stop the wisp of energy from hitting the man with the beautiful beard.

But she was still too late.

The breath jumped playfully a few times and quickly penetrated into the body of the red-faced and beautiful-bearded man.

He opened his eyes faintly, and a ray of Confucian light seemed to penetrate the world of Confucianism. Even Jun Qing, who was flying over, looked sideways and covered his face, not daring to take another look.

He slowly fell to the ground, stretched out his hand as big as a bucket, and gently stroked his beautiful beard.

His expression was gentle and solemn, as if he was reminiscing about this feeling.

He glanced around and sighed faintly: "I woke up from a dream, and the world has changed. There are no longer three kingdoms competing for hegemony in this world, but there are people who share my blood and bones and are suffering. I will help him with my Confucianism and benevolence."

Jun Qing seemed to be seriously injured, covering his chest and staring intently at the red-faced and bearded man in front of him.

His words and deeds are completely different from those of the people in Tianru Continent, but he exudes an earth-shattering aura of a martial saint.

"What on earth are you that got into the legacy of the Martial Saint in Tianru Continent?"

The man glanced at him, his beautiful beard trembling in the wind.

The voice was even more heroic, causing the world of Confucianism to tremble.

"Gravekeeper, Qi and ambition are one. Even if we travel across the world, he and I can become one. How can we talk about ambition?"

You are speechless...

Why is this man's speech so difficult to understand? Doesn't he know how to speak human language?

Just as she was about to speak, something clicked in her head and she suddenly woke up.

She, who was usually calm and calm, could not help but point her slender fingers at the man with the beautiful beard, stuttering so much that she could hardly speak.

"You...you...you are...outside the territory...Confucian...Confucian...Confucian and martial sage..."

"I live in the hearts of descendants for generations, and my heart is the world of Confucianism. This world of Confucianism is really wonderful. It can actually make me reborn. From now on, I will be a member of Confucianism..."

"...Is this a joke from heaven and earth..."

Jun Qing knelt down in the sky and earth of the Confucian Mansion, stretching his hands to the sky, not knowing whether he was asking about the sky or the earth.

But the man with the beautiful beard laughed heartily, looked up at the sky in the Confucian mansion, and murmured to himself.

The figure slowly disappeared into the sky and the earth, seeming to disappear out of thin air.

At the same time, Wen Donglai, who was in the Suspicious Sky Space, looked confused.

He prayed for a long time, almost absorbing all the energy of the land under his feet, but the wind did not blow and the clouds did not move, and there seemed to be no response.

"Is it because I am not from this world and my heart cannot communicate with the holy will of this world at all, so I cannot ask for the power of this Confucian saint?" He had doubts in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a clicking sound of the machine cable turning in my ears, and Yu Xinshu's voice came faintly.

"The good Lord (Wen Donglai) has opened the martial arts form of Confucianism, Heaven and Immortal (human beings and Confucianism, Heaven and Humanity are one), and will definitely be able to cut through the grotesque space (will be able to break through the chaos)."

Wen Donglai was at a loss.

Why is there an accent in Yu Xinshu's voice?

The sweet and waxy voice was actually mixed with a strong and explosive male voice, and he also said two overlapping words, which was very strange.

Could it be that I am schizophrenic myself?

He fell into self-doubt, and the Confucian and Immortal brilliance on his body shone with dazzling light. He tore up the competition uniform that was covered outside, revealing his outrageously strong body.

Only then did he notice that his body, which had undergone multiple transformations with natural powers, seemed to be so strong that it could rival a Saiyan in beauty.

The rattling sound of the machine cable became louder and louder.

Ru Tianxian slowly transformed like a mecha, but exuded a soft and graceful luster.

Jiang Wendonglai’s head, hands, feet...

His whole body was wrapped like a rice dumpling, emitting a faint green luster, a luster that made Wen Donglai very unhappy.

Ru Tianxian wrapped him tightly like cloth, showing his perfect body even more crazily.

He stood in the world of doubt like a flesh-and-blood tyrant, his eyes shrouded in a visor emitting green light, looking cold and majestic, so lifelike.

With one glance, the green light flashes and extinguishes, which can make people feel like a ghost is watching.

Before Wen Donglai could see clearly what he had become, Yu Xinshu's voice came again.
Chapter completed!