The terrifying holy light was burning all over the body of the God of War. After walking out of the Holy Spirit Road, he stood quietly above the Confucian Academy without any concealing his murderous aura.

"The murderous aura on you is too heavy!"

A calm voice suddenly sounded from the Confucian Academy, with soothing power, deep and quiet.

The God of War of the Lietian took a step forward, held the spear in his hand tightly, and said with a sneer on his face.

"I came here with murderous intentions, so why should I restrain my murderous intentions? Today, this God of War is going to measure the foundation of your Confucian Academy and see what kind of strength the oldest forces in the Xianwu Continent have."

The calm voice was not angry at all, but sighed and said.

"Yes, since the confucian Academy was closed, it has not been concerned about the world, but has made every effort to suppress the Holy Spirit Road. The cause, today's fruit, everything is time to be broken."

Behind the Confucian Academy, there is an ancient ancestral hall. Under the precipitation of the breath of time, this ancestral hall looks full of vicissitudes of life.

A long-lasting lamp was burning constantly, and the oil of the lamp dripped on the lamp base, making a hissing sound, and the lights on the entire ancestral hall were brightly lit.

Statues stand in the center of the ancestral hall. These statues are all made of soil and look very simple.

The statues have different expressions. Some hold a volume of books in their hands and look carefully. Some hold a brush in their hands, as if they are recording every word of the saint with their hearts. Some hold a ruler and glar at the front, as if they are teaching disobedient students a lesson...

The entire ancestral hall has thirty-six statues. Each statue represents a saint who walked out of the Confucian Academy. Some people cannot withstand the ruthless expiration of time and have disappeared in the long river of time. Some people have walked out of the Xianwu Continent, traveled all over the heavens and worlds, preached the world, and others have buried half of their bodies under the Confucian Academy.

This is the foundation of the Confucian Academy. As long as these saints have not yet died, the Confucian Academy will not be destroyed. Even after endless years, the Confucian Academy can show its glory at any time.

At the front of these statues, an old man with white hair and beard sat quietly cross-legged here. The old man was wearing Confucian uniform, holding an ancient book, and carrying a strong sense of bookishness, just like a secular teacher.

In the eyes of the students of the Confucian Academy, the old man only has one name, and that is the doctor.

No one knows how long this doctor has existed, but only knows that in the records of the Confucian Academy, many saints were taught by him.

Even the existing saints must respectfully hold the disciple's courtesy after seeing him and call him "teacher".

He was the one who just talked to the God of War Lu Tian, ​​the teacher in the eyes of a saint!

After feeling the changes in the outside world, the doctor slowly opened his eyes, with a peaceful smile on his face, even though the disaster was about to come, he was still calm.

The doctor smiled, looked at the thirty-six statues in front of him, and murmured softly.

"After so many years, outsiders probably have forgotten the reputation of the Confucian Academy back then. A mere Holy Spirit God of War dares to provoke Yu Confucian Academy. Speaking of which, it is because my teacher is not qualified enough..."

"Well, today I will kill a war god to sacrifice the flag, so that you guys can see that your teachers are not only good at teaching."

"I'm very awesome when I fight..."

After the words came, the doctor took out a ruler from the cushion under his seat. The ruler was about forty-nine inches long, and each inch seemed to form a world of its own, with a faint mysterious and yellow aura flowing in it.

"It's time to appear in this mysterious yellow ruler!"

The doctor held one end of the ruler and walked out step by step, with his steps full of freedom.

The God of War Slaughtered on the void and looked at the old man holding the ruler quietly. When he saw the ruler about forty-nine inches long and the mysterious yellow aura flowing all over his body, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Xuanhuang Wudi Ruler!"

"I heard that this ruler once hit the palm of the Human Emperor in the palm of his hand. I wonder if it is true?"

The doctor smiled, and the Xuanhuang Wudi Ruler in his hand suddenly shone brightly, and he just pulled towards the God of War of the Sky. He had no intention of continuing to talk to the other party.

What he didn't say was that this ruler not only hit the palm of the Human Emperor, but also hit it with his own hands.

The Xuanhuang Wuliang ruler was swung down, and it was still in mid-air, and it began to grow sharply. The strong Xuanhuang aura hung on the ruler, as if it could penetrate everything.

It is rumored that when the world first opened, two innate qi were preserved, one was the chaotic qi and the other was the xuanhuang qi.

And the whole body of this Xuanhuang Wudi Ruler is forged by the purest Xuanhuang Qi, which shows its terrifyingness.

Facing the master's foot, the God of War Crane's face narrowed, and he did not dare to be careless at all. He also waved the spear in his hand and stabbed the master.

"bite!"

The spear of the God of War Slaughter and the Xuanhuang Wuliang Ruler collided with each other. A tremor trembled in the void and a series of sparks emerged.

The Xuanhuang Wudi Ruler continued to exert force, carrying a kind of righteousness and hit the armor of the God of War Slaughter.

"Crack!" A sound of glass shattering came.

Under the foot of the Master, the armor on the body of the War God of Soul was cracked, like broken lenses. In just a moment, the cracks filled the entire armor, and pieces of fragments slid down from the air, and the armor on the body of the War God of Soul was completely broken!

The power of one foot is so terrifying!

The God of War Ru Tian's face was stunned, and a hint of panic finally appeared on Gu Jing Wubo's face. He found that he had greatly underestimated the old man from the Confucian Academy.

As a top saint, he was actually broken by the opponent's armor with one move. The opponent's strength was definitely far beyond his imagination.

"The next foot, I will kill you!"

The doctor stood there with a calm expression. The noble aura on his body became stronger and stronger, and the light of the mysterious yellow ruler in his hand was even more dazzling.

The God of War Killing Heaven took a deep breath, and the ferocious look in his eyes flashed away.

"Very good, a Confucian Academy. It seems that our decision is correct. If we want to destroy the central region, we must first destroy the Confucian Academy."

"Everything comes out, no need to continue hiding. The Saint Ancestor has issued an order. The kingly way is to complete this mission!"

As soon as the voice of the Myth of the Killing Heaven War ended, figures suddenly came out of the five pillars of light, and each figure exuded a terrifying aura.

The aura of several of them was not weaker than that of the God of War. Looking around, the weakest Holy Spirit descending to the Confucian Academy is comparable to that of the human realm!

Looking at the terrifying formation in front of him, the doctor smiled.

At this moment, a breath suddenly rose from the ancestral hall of the Confucian Academy, and each breath was filled with a strong righteous spirit. The saint of the Confucian Academy finally woke up!

Without any communication, a shocking war broke out in the Confucian Academy!

The door wall of the Confucian Academy began to collapse, and the ancestral hall also turned into ashes under the attacks that destroyed the world. This was an endless battle!
Chapter completed!