"boom!!!" Master Xuankong joined the battle, and instantly dealt a severe blow to the rampant army of the God Burial Clan. The demon-subduing Zen staff in his hand was like the scythe of the god of death, reaping the lives of countless members of the Burial God Clan in an instant. The usually benevolent and kind Buddha Emperor turned into a furious Vajra today. Witnessing this scene, the scholars in the Ancestral Spirit Array suddenly showed excitement on their faces. "Great! It's the Buddha Emperor!" "The Buddha Emperor has come to support us!" "With His Majesty the Buddha here, we will definitely be able to survive this disaster!" …… In the distance, Hun Tianmie stood on the top of the mountain, looking at Master Xuan Kong who was madly slaughtering the members of the Burial God Clan, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes.
"Why would Master Xuankong, one of the Four Emperors, come here?" "It seems that our attack on the Confucian Temple will not be as smooth as expected..." The general behind him sneered, "Just a bald donkey is not enough to hinder the great cause of our Burial God Clan." "Don't panic, my king. I will go there in person to meet this bald ass!" "Don't be impatient." Although Hun Tianmie has a rough appearance, as the leader of the Burial God Clan, he is naturally meticulous and careful. At this moment, he saw the clue and said in a deep voice, "The Buddha Emperor's territory, Tianfo Temple, is also facing an invasion by the Samsara Clan." "Why, as the master of Tianfo Temple, did he not guard his own territory, but instead came to Wen Temple to support Emperor Wen?" "Could it be that... there are more than just the Buddha Emperor coming to support us?" Just as Hun Tianmie was thinking, he saw a green light falling from the sky in the distance, and his face suddenly became more solemn. This green light contains a majestic aura of literature and calligraphy, which is completely consistent with the atmosphere of the Confucian Temple. It was Mo Kuangzi who descended from the sky and appeared in another area where the Burial God Clan was most densely populated. "You evil beasts, you dare to attack my Confucian Temple, you are really courting death!" Mo Kuangzi suddenly raised his hand and directly summoned the Wandao Pen on top of the Confucian Temple into his palm. Then he poured his spiritual power into it, waved his hand casually, and condensed a streak of ink that blasted towards the surroundings. The ink contains tremendous destructive power, and it is even more powerful within the territory of the Confucian Temple. This streak of ink swept across all directions, directly turning hundreds of soldiers of the God Burial Clan into dust. "The temple master! It's the temple master!" "The temple master didn't give up on us. He came back to save us!"
The appearance of Mo Kuangzi moved all the scholars and writers in the ancestral spirit formation to tears of joy. The reason why these literati chose to stay here during this turbulent time was naturally because of their almost fanatical worship of Mo Kuangzi. However, Mo Kuangzi disappeared when the invasion of the ancient blood descendants was at its most intense, causing heavy losses to the Confucian Temple. Now, when the literati were most desperate, Mo Kuangzi suddenly returned as a king and gave them hope of life. At this moment, in the minds of the literati, the image of Mo Kuangzi became even taller and more majestic, just like their god. …… The corner of Hun Tianmie's mouth twitched slightly, and a strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes. "Sure enough, it's just as I expected." "As the master of the Confucian Temple, Mo Kuangzi will definitely not watch us occupy the Confucian Temple so easily." Another general beside him, An Tie, frowned and said, “Your Majesty, the Wandao Pen in Mo Kuangzi’s hand is a treasure that has been passed down from the ancestors of the Wenmiao Temple to this day.” "Back then, the Confucian Sage used this Wandao Pen to create the Sage's Prohibition, opened up the Ancient Forbidden Zone, and sealed us, the Ancient Bloodline, for a full ten thousand years." "Now that Mo Kuangzi has brought out this Wandao Pen, we cannot underestimate it!" "Hmph, An Tie, why do you want to boost others' ambitions and destroy your own prestige?" Kuang Mang was still fearless and sneered, "It's just that two of the Four Emperors came to support us. Can they stop our Burial God Clan from dominating the Nine Provinces?" "My lord, please let me go and meet this bald donkey and the scholar. I promise to bring their heads back to you!" Hun Tianmie narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Idiot!" "The four emperors of the human race are all extremely powerful beings at the pinnacle. They usually act alone and rarely act together." "Now that two of the Four Emperors have gathered here, do you think there will only be two?" Before Hun Tianmie finished his words, a red light was seen falling from the sky and landing on a hill in the distance where the Burial God Clan was most densely populated, directly killing hundreds of Burial God Clan soldiers. Dongfang Liren appeared in a gorgeous red dress, and her stunning beauty immediately became the most dazzling focus on the entire battlefield. However, what attracted people's attention was not only her charming temperament, but also the blazing red jade soul-separating whip in her hand. "Shameless descendants of the ancients, let the raging fire purify your filthy and bloody sins!" "Soul-burning fire!" Dongfang Liren waved her jade arm, and the red jade soul-separating whip in her hand slammed heavily on the ground. A loud and sharp noise rose into the sky and instantly spread to every corner of the Confucian Temple. The blazing soul-burning fire array instantly enveloped the surrounding area within a radius of dozens of miles. Sharp claws formed by raging flames slowly stretched out from the fire array. He grabbed the ankles of the soldiers of the God Burial Clan and dragged them into the fire array, burning them to ashes. The sudden appearance of the three great emperors, Emperor Buddha, Emperor Wen and Emperor Jade, instantly overturned the situation on the battlefield.
Master Xuankong's demon-subduing Zen staff, Mo Kuangzi's Ten Thousand Dao Pen, and Dongfang Liren's red jade soul-separating whip, at this time, have all turned into powerful killing weapons to reap the lives of the Burial God Clan. The once invincible army of the God Burial Clan could no longer be arrogant in front of the Three Emperors. Seeing that the situation on the battlefield was completely under their control, the survivors in the Ancestral Spirit Array couldn't help but cry for joy. An old man with a white beard was so moved that he burst into tears and choked up, "I never thought that in this lifetime, I would have the honor of seeing the four emperors gather together and fight side by side." "It is truly God's blessing that I can live to this day..." A young man beside him asked in confusion, "Old man, you said that the four emperors gathered together and fought side by side...but why did I only see three?" "Where is the last one?" The old man's eyes showed hope and awe, and he grinned and said, "The last person you mentioned is the star of hope for our human race." "He will definitely not be absent from such an unprecedented battle!" In the distance, Hun Tianmie's face turned pale when he saw three of the Four Emperors appear on the battlefield. "How unreasonable..." "It is clear that we, the three ancient bloodlines, have agreed to launch a dark turmoil together and invade the nine states of the world at the same time." "Why do three of the Four Emperors ignore the Samsara Clan and the Undead Clan and choose to deal with us?" "Are we the God Burial Clan so hated?!" (End of this chapter)