Chapter 850 The Departure of the Seven Clans, the Strangeness of the Confucius Stele, and the Resonance of the Shengxie Sword

"I pay homage to Saint Kong again, and pray for the prosperity of our seven chaotic clans and good fortune!" The man in blue robe bowed respectfully to the stele of Saint Kong, then turned around and shouted loudly to the Chaos Desolate clan members below.

After he finished speaking, he took the lead in bowing to the stele of Confucius.

Seeing this, the first Qingni also quickly bowed to pay homage to the stele of Confucius. Immediately afterwards, the people of the Chaos Desolate Tribe and other chaotic alien creatures below also bowed and paid homage to the Monument of Saint Kong, and the sounds of pious prayers continued to be heard below the Stele of Saint Kong.

After all the chaotic aliens paid their respects to the Monument of Saint Kong, everyone present turned into light and disappeared into the sky one after another.

But at this moment, the faces of Ci and Song, who were hiding behind the stone tablet, showed solemn expressions.

"Among the 100,000 alien creatures present today, 50,000 have reached the king level? How deep is the background of this chaotic alien race???"

Zhong Qi looked at Ci Song and Bai Ye solemnly and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, the overall strength of the Chaos Alien Race is much stronger than we imagined. Those present today are probably just the tip of the iceberg among the Chaos Alien Race." Ci Song nodded, and the look on his face became extremely solemn.

"The lifespan of the chaotic alien race is far longer than that of ordinary people. I have read in the classics that a creature of the eight chaotic races has a lifespan of at least three thousand years, and the king level has reached nine thousand years, not to mention those who have reached the level of cultivation. Ancestor-level strongman." Bai Ye's tone was equally solemn.

"With such a long lifespan, even if you have poor qualifications, you can still become a strong person in time."

Zhong Qi smiled bitterly and shook his head. Compared with the chaotic alien race, their human race is really at a huge disadvantage. The lifespan of a scholar in the realm of literary giants is only about a thousand years, and a half-saint is only about 1,500 years old. Even if he reaches the age of 1,500, A sub-sage is no more than two thousand years old at most. Only a true saint can live as long as the sun and the moon.

"The three of us sneaked into the Seven Chaos Clans today mainly to investigate the Monument of Saint Kong. As for what we saw and heard today, we will discuss it in detail with Kong Fang after we return."

Ci Song took a deep breath to calm down the emotions in his heart, then turned his head to look at the Confucius Monument and said in a deep voice.

"Yes." Bai Ye and Zhong Qi both nodded after hearing this.

The three of them flew to the stele of Kong Sheng and saw that the stele was engraved with dense ancient inscriptions. Each ancient inscription exuded a faint blue light, as if it contained some kind of powerful power.

"Is this the stele of Saint Kong??" Bai Ye looked at the stele solemnly, then stretched out his palm, releasing a trace of talent, hoping to resonate with the stele of Saint Confucius.

The Kong Sheng Monument seemed to sense Bai Ye's talent, and instantly flashed a dazzling blue light, about to come into contact with Bai Ye's released talent.

But at this moment, a dark yellow talent was instantly released from the Kong Sheng stele, directly shattering Bai Ye's released talent. Bai Ye's expression changed, and he quickly dodged, only to narrowly avoid the bombardment of this dark yellow talent.

"Um?"

Bai Ye looked at the stone tablet solemnly. Although the dark yellow talent just now was just a residual power, the power contained in it made him feel palpitated.

He had no doubt that if he hadn't dodged in time just now, he would have been severely hit by this dark yellow talent.

"Senior Brother Bai, are you okay?"

Upon seeing this, Ci Song and Zhong Qi asked Bai Ye anxiously.

"I'm fine."

Bai Ye shook his head, then looked at the stele of Kong Sheng solemnly, and said solemnly: "There is something weird about this stele. Just now I tried to use my talent to resonate with it, but I was knocked back by a dark yellow talent. The deep yellow talent contained The power is at least in the sub-holy realm.”

"And I can confirm that this dark yellow talent does not come from Kong Sheng."

"Is this a restriction specially set by the alien race to prevent us from taking back the stone tablet?" Zhong Qi curiously explored the stone tablet carefully, with some doubts in his eyes. Bai Ye shook his head and said: "No, I can confirm that this dark yellow talent is definitely from the hands of our Tianyuan literati."

Ci Song didn't say a word, but kept staring at the stone tablet in front of him, as if thinking about something.

"Junior Brother Ci Song, what have you thought of?" Bai Ye noticed Ci Song's expression and asked.

"I think I already know the origin of this dark yellow talent."

Ci Song replied calmly, and then he pulled out a red long sword from the jade pendant. This was the Sword of Victory over Evil. Immediately afterwards, Ci Song mobilized the awe-inspiring righteousness in his body, and the long sword instantly bloomed with a crimson sword light, and then sped straight towards the Monument of Saint Kong.

"Buzz!"

I saw that the Sword of Victory over Evil actually resonated with the talent on the stele of Saint Kong at this time. However, what resonated with the Sword of Victory against Evil was not the sky-blue talent of Kong Sheng, but the dark yellow talent.

For a moment, the sword of Shengxie Sword couldn't help but tremble, as if trying to break free from some kind of restraint.

"boom!"

At this moment, a dark yellow sword light suddenly spurted out from the Shengxie Sword and directly bombarded the dark yellow talent above the Kong Sheng stele.

"Buzz buzz!"

Accompanied by the sound of the sword, the dark yellow light above the Kong Sheng stele trembled violently, and then shattered like glass, turning into dots of fluorescence that merged with the Victory Evil Sword.

"this……"

Seeing this scene, Bai Ye and Zhong Qi both had a look of astonishment on their faces. They didn't expect Ci Song to be able to break through the dark yellow talent on the top of the Confucius Monument so easily.

"Junior Brother Ci Song, what's going on?"

Bai Ye looked at Ci Song with curiosity on his face.

Ci Song took a deep breath, and his guess was indeed confirmed.

"This deep yellow talent was indeed left by a sub-saint in our Tianyuan Continent."

Ci Song just started to explain, but before he finished, the Shengxie Sword suddenly vibrated violently in his hand. Ci Song was shocked and tried hard to control the Shengxie Sword, but he didn't expect it to break free from his control.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling light shot out from the Shengxie Sword and rushed into the sky. Under the illumination of this light, the entire space seemed to be torn apart, and a powerful aura permeated from it.

Bai Ye and the other two looked at this scene solemnly, their faces full of solemnity.

At this moment, the light suddenly dissipated, and a deep yellow figure flew directly from the Shengxie Sword and landed steadily in front of the Confucius Stele.

This figure was wearing a dark yellow robe and looked middle-aged. He exuded a strong sense of righteousness and held a long sword in his hand that was exactly the same as the Shengxie Sword.

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