Seeing Ye Qing slowly raising the immortal sword Taibai, Hun Tianmie couldn't help but look desperate as if he was dead. He didn't understand where this mortal in front of him got such courage. They clearly knew that their Zang Clan was the most terrifying and ancient clan in the world, and that even immortals were no match for them. Why didn't he immediately kneel down and kowtow to me and beg for mercy after he learned that the Burial Clan was about to descend to the mortal world? Instead, he was so rude and even declared war on the Zang Clan. This mortal man simply cannot be judged by common sense. But after thinking about it, Hun Tianmie suddenly felt relieved. If a mortal could use common sense, how could he become an immortal without relying on the path to immortality and slaughter the entire Burial God Clan? Until this moment, there was no longer any desire to survive in Huntianmie's heart, only deep regret. If I had known earlier that such terrifying creatures existed among humans. No matter what he said, it was impossible for him to join the Samsara Clan and the Undead Clan and foolishly start some dark turmoil.
It is even more impossible for them to be foolish enough to be the first to attack the Confucian Temple directly. "Slut!" Ye Qingchen shouted and swung his sword slowly. Huntianmie's body turned into powder in an instant, turned into ashes, and his soul was scattered, without leaving even an inch of his body. The whole place was in complete silence, and everyone's face was filled with shock. One of the three ancient bloodlines, the leader of the God Burial Clan, and a man with immortal strength, Hun Tianmie. He was killed by Ye Qing with just one sword, without any delay. This terrifying and domineering strength and pressure made them feel an unprecedented strong sense of security. Is this... the confidence that comes from having a real immortal in charge? "The Burial God Clan... is completely wiped out!" "We won!" "Long live Emperor Ye!" "Long live Emperor Ye!" As the ancestral spirit formation slowly disappeared, the more than a thousand survivors in the formation were all so excited that they cried for joy. They fell to their knees on the ground, shouting loudly, with faces full of piety and gratitude. The name everyone called was Ye Huang, and no one mentioned the other three emperors. Seeing this, Master Xuankong couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Sure enough, as long as we act together with Ye Huang, he will steal all the limelight." "It seems that we didn't fight hard just now, but were just paddling." "There's nothing we can do about it." Mo Kuangzi shrugged and smiled helplessly, "After all, Ye Huang's strength is far superior to ours."
"It is an honor for the three of us to be one of the Four Emperors together with him." "I, the head of the Confucian Temple, have been reduced to a supporting role, let alone you?" Dongfang Liren smiled and said, "Emperor Buddha, Emperor Wen, please stop complaining." "If it weren't for Ye Huang being here today and directly killing three immortal masters from the God Burial Clan, the outcome of this battle would still be unknown." "Now that the Burial God Clan has been wiped out, this dark turmoil will soon come to an end." "Of course this honor should belong to Emperor Ye." Facing the overwhelming support and admiration from the crowd, Ye Qing always had a smile on his face and nodded to everyone one by one. When he came in front of Dongfang Liren, he just took a look at him and frowned slightly, with a hint of suspicion in his eyes. "Palace Master Dongfang, are you injured?" "No, there isn't." Dongfang Liren hurriedly shook his head, "It's just a minor injury, it's nothing serious." Ye Qing said calmly, "Palace Master Dongfang, you can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from me." "The Burial Blood Poison of the Burial God Clan is the most terrifying poison in the world." "Although you can still suppress it with your spiritual power, if you don't deal with it in time, your blood will soon be contaminated by toxins and then spread throughout your body." "Stand still, I'll help you take care of your wound first." Immediately, Ye Qing casually swung the Immortal Sword Taibai, directly splitting a space crack In order to protect Dongfang Liren's privacy, she was taken to an empty crack space to help her heal. Ye Qing took off Dongfang Liren's blood-stained red robe, revealing a bra embroidered with red and gold phoenix patterns. That pair of snow-white, slender long legs makes people unable to help but have wild thoughts. The snow-white skin and proud figure exposed made Ye Qing's calm heart feel a little excited. Dongfang Liren's appearance was truly too beautiful. It is so beautiful that it can overwhelm all living beings and even make immortals fall in love with it. Especially at this moment, Dongfang Liren's fair and delicate body, covered with several battle wounds, looked even more charming and touching, making people feel lovable. Facing Ye Qing's direct gaze, Dongfang Liren's pretty face turned red, and she lowered her head shyly and said, "Emperor Ye, can you please be quick?" "Okay, I'll help you detoxify." Ye Qing walked forward, placed his index and middle fingers on the purple scar above his chest, and touched them with his fingertips. Then he closed his eyes, poured his immortal power into Dongfang Liren's body, and then forced out the speed. Feeling the majestic immortal power entering his body, Dongfang Liren felt his whole body burning hot, his pale face gradually turned red, his breathing became extremely rapid, and his eyes became more and more blurred. "Ye Huang, be gentle."
"I...can't stand it..." Ye Qing ignored Dongfang Liren's pleas for mercy and continued to pour a large amount of immortal power into Dongfang Liren's body. After about three to five minutes, the blood burial poison in Dongfang Li's body was finally forced out of his body. All her strength was drained away. She collapsed in Ye Qing's arms, her body trembling slightly. "Ye Huang, thank you so much..." "Please go out first and let me rest for a while..." …… This campaign against the dark turmoil achieved a preliminary victory with the complete annihilation of the God Burial Clan. In the evening, Ye Qing, Mo Kuangzi, Master Xuankong, and Dongfang Liren sat together in the holy temple of the Confucian Temple. Master Xuankong drank tea while the other three tasted wine. "Thank you all for your help in helping our Confucian Temple escape the invasion of this dark turmoil." Mo Kuangzi clasped his hands and said solemnly, "I, Mo, would like to thank the three of you for your kindness on behalf of the entire Confucian Temple!" "Master Mo, you don't have to be polite." Master Xuankong waved his hand and said cheerfully, "We are the first to come to support the Confucian Temple, and it's not entirely for you." "Moreover, as Ye Huang said, the Confucian Temple is the heritage of human culture and the beginning and end of human civilization. It must not fall into the hands of those evil beasts." "Now that we have killed all the Burial God Clan and defended the Confucian Temple, it means that we have successfully protected the civilization of the human race." "Even if the other two ancient bloodlines are rampant, they can never wipe out our race!" Dongfang Liren narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Besides, they are no longer rampant now." "Our next step is to wipe out the Undead and the Samsara tribes and put an end to this dark turmoil!" (End of this chapter)