Chapter 440: Confucian Pass, Familiar Faces, Reasons to Go

"Okay, I'll contact my teacher right now."

After saying that, Ci Song used his personal disciple Yupei to contact Ning Ping'an. After three breaths, he received a reply from Ning Ping'an: "Stay where you are, don't move around randomly, I will be there soon."

"Qiang Qiang!"

A strange sound resounded in the sky, and a huge red bird flew from a distance, covering the sky and the sun. A hot breath hit their faces, making Ci Song and others frown.

"This is?"

Ci Song looked up and saw that the huge red bird exuded a powerful aura, as if it could burn mountains and boil seas, which made people feel awe.

Looking carefully, this giant bird is also made of various complex machines. Its body is inlaid with countless red crystals. There are blazing fires burning in the crystals, exuding a fiery breath. .

On the back of the giant crimson bird, stood an old man wearing a crimson robe. The old man's beard and hair were all white, but his eyes were shining, giving people a sense of calm and self-power. .

"Uncle Qi, you're here." Mo Lin and his group saluted the old man on the back of the red giant bird.

"Well, it's good that everyone arrived safely."

The old man in red robe nodded, and then his eyes fell on Ci Song. After looking at him for a moment, he asked, "Who is this?"

"Uncle Qi, this is Ci Song from Yan Sheng Academy of Confucianism. Hearing that yesterday's sudden incident was related to Yan Sheng Academy, he followed him." Mo Lin quickly introduced.

"Is it the Ci Song who ranked second in the last heavenly ranking? I have some impressions."

The man in red robe looked at Ci Song carefully and said: "Half an hour before you entered Tianguan, news came from Wanshu Palace that Bai Ye was dead, and now Confucianism is organizing a group of Confucian students to go to the Realm of Chaos. I want to find out what's going on and recover Bai Ye's body."

"What?"

Mo Lin and others were immediately stunned. They all knew Bai Ye's strength and talent. Even if he looked at the entire Tianguan, he was definitely the top existence. They didn't expect that he would die like this.

"Senior Brother Bai Ye is actually dead?"

Ci Song also had a look of surprise on his face, but his first reaction was disbelief. How could Bai Ye die like this? He has seen his strength before, and Bai Ye also possesses the soul of a saint. It can be said that unless Bai Ye actively seeks death, it is impossible for him to fall in such a short period of time.

If Bai Ye really died, the master and his dean would definitely take action directly instead of waiting until now. However, they did not do so. Instead, they were still organizing some scholars to enter the realm of chaos. This means that Bai Ye's death is most likely a fake. The purpose of the news is to stabilize the current turbulent situation.

"Uncle Qi, are you serious about this?" Mo Lin couldn't help but ask.

"Of course I take it seriously. This is the news from Wanshu Palace. It should be correct." The old man in red robe said solemnly.

When Mo Lin and others heard this, they couldn't help but feel shocked. Bai Ye was really dead. This was simply unbelievable.

"Uncle Qi, what should we do now?" Mo Lin asked.

"Although Bai Ye is dead, the troubles he left behind still exist." The old man in red robe pondered for a moment, and then said: "In this case, you will follow me to see Brother Seven first and see how he makes a decision."

"yes!"

Mo Lin and others nodded, then jumped onto the giant mechanical bird and followed the old man in red robes to fly into the distance.

Just as Feiniao left Ci Song's sight, a figure wearing a green robe appeared in front of Ci Song.

"I've met the teacher." Ci Song saluted quickly.

"Didn't you follow the Daliang army to the King's City of Zhou Dynasty? Why did you appear here?" After Ning Ping'an saw Ci Song, a trace of doubt appeared on his face.

"The King's City of the Great Zhou Dynasty has now been occupied by the Seven Kingdoms. Ci Song has already won the qualification for Daliang to enter the Dragon Tomb. It is a waste of time to stay there."

Ci Song briefly talked about his experience during this period.

"That's right. You don't have the aura of an emperor in you. Even if you pass the jade seal of the country, it will be of no use. Instead of wasting time in the secret realm of Dazhou, why not come here to help me."

Ning Ping'an raised his hand and waved, and a blue long sword appeared at Ci Song's feet, saying: "We are organizing a team to go to the Chaos Realm together. Come and give it a try."

After saying that, Ning Ping'an took Ci Song and flew away from here with their swords. After a while, they came to a towering pass. They saw that this pass was a hundred feet high, standing like a majestic mountain between heaven and earth, exuding a majestic aura.

And above the pass, there is a huge flag hanging with the word "Confucianism" embroidered on it. The pen moves like a dragon and a snake, swallowing mountains and rivers. This is one of the Confucian passes.

Just when Ci Song flew over the pass, he heard bursts of roaring sounds. He looked down and saw dozens of high platforms standing in the pass. Many people were fighting on the high platforms. When Ci Song entered the pass, he saw many acquaintances among those people.

Duanmu Qingcang, Zeng Xiangteng and Zhong Qi are also among them. At this moment, with the blessing of Tianguan's talent, their cultivation has reached the level of literary giants, and the people they fight are also at the level of literary giants.

"I don't believe that Bai Ye will die outside the realm of chaos. No matter what, I will enter the realm of chaos today."

Duanmu Qingcang's pupils had completely turned into gold at this moment, and as he slashed with the blue-gold sword in his hand, streaks of blue-gold sword light shot towards the front like ocean waves.

"Junior brother, your heart is too agitated. Don't be attached to appearances. Confucian practitioners should be calm."

The literary master who was fighting with Duanmu Qingcang reminded him softly. When he raised his hand, a huge fist shadow condensed and blasted towards the blue-gold sword light.

With a loud bang, the fist shadow and the sword light collided with each other, and a strong energy fluctuation broke out, but the blue-gold sword light was better, directly smashing the fist shadow, and then continued to cut towards the literary master.

Just when the literary master was about to use a killing move, Duanmu Qingcang's pupils shot out a golden light, which hit the literary master directly. The literary master trembled suddenly, and then stood still, as if he was fixed.

The next moment, Duanmu Qingcang's figure instantly appeared in front of the literary master, first raising the knife to smash the previous sword light, and then put the long knife on the literary master's neck.

"Brother, I'm sorry, but this time, I have a reason to go."

The literary giant saw this and showed a gratified expression on his face, with a smile on his lips, saying: "Brother Qingcang, you are better than I thought, but your temper is still as stubborn as when you were a child. The Chaos Realm is full of dangers, you must be careful."

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