The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 5559: The layout of Confucian ancestors (one more)

Although three disciples fell to the Shenyin Clan, the only one that Confucian ancestors really cared about was Dao Wujiang.

"Yes, Master, if Ru Yi has the ability, I would also like to avenge my brother."

Ruyi's face showed a stern look of killing. She and Dao Wujiang were almost worshipped under the throne of Confucian ancestors together. The relationship between the two was naturally close compared to other disciples. do not.

"It wasn't all in vain, though."

Confucian ancestors shot out a trace of thunder in his hand, enclosing a figure in the light curtain.

"This is?"

Ru Yi frowned. The man seemed to be young and exuded a rebellious demeanor. Even when he saw an existence like Master, he didn't seem to be too nervous, so he took him seriously.

"He is the blood god."

Confucian ancestor showed a sneer that was not easy to detect: "I didn't expect him to really wake up."

As soon as I heard the name, I clenched my hands together unconsciously, my fingertips turned white, and said with a trembling tone: "In the legend, didn't the blood **** perish in the battle of the gods? How could it be there?"

"Humph! The battle of the gods? How could he possibly perish with that divine artifact in his hand?"

Ancestor Confucian snorted coldly, and his consciousness had carefully examined the consciousness picture brought back by the phantom: "If I guessed correctly, he should be immortal by now."

"Ah, what do you mean?" Ru Yi touched his ears with both hands and could hardly believe the master's words, "You mean, is my life saved?"

Ancestor Confucianism's huge palm stroked Ruyi's long hair: "Well, since he has already appeared, then I will definitely get that magical item. Your illness will be cured soon."

"Thank you, Master." There were tears in the corner of her eyes. Over the years, she had swallowed up too much of the blood power of martial arts, and she almost almost lost her own blood energy.

"Okay, let's go down to cultivate first. Call Mad Sheng and Sheng Nian over."

Ancestor Confucianism looked at Ruyi's pale and powerless face, and handed it to Ruyi.

Ru Yi hurriedly bowed to take it and swallowed it: "Thank you, Master."

With the infiltration and baptism of this light bead, a brand like a lotus flower faintly appeared on the forehead, and at this time the fluorescent light was shining.

The complexion of the whole person suddenly became transparent and bright, and with the support of the power of blood, a smile appeared on Ruyi's face, and he bowed and stepped back.

In the lotus palace, two thunderbolts flashed away in the hall, and they actually used the power of the law to directly appear in front of the Confucian ancestors.

"Master!" The two of them looked stern, and they were powerhouses at the enchanting level of the entire Confucian Ancestor Temple.

When the rosary in the hands of Confucian ancestors saw the two of them, it suddenly stopped.

"Thousands of years of chess, now there are variables."

The ancestor of Confucianism had a low voice and lowered eyes as he casually looked at his two beloved disciples.

"Do you know that many brothers and sisters have fallen into the hands of some guys?"

The indifferent and ancient voice sounded from the mouth of Confucian ancestors.

"Who is so bold!" Kuangsheng wears a snow-white sash on his head, and his elegant and dusty temperament is extremely inconsistent with the large sword full of thunder power behind him.

"Want us to kill him?"

Sacred Nian was dressed in a blood-red shirt and dressed very smartly. The whole person clasped his arms quietly. Although he was standing in the temple, there was an extremely violent killing intent flowing around him.

Ruzu's fingers twisted again, and Ye Chen's appearance was magnified tenfold on the light curtain at this time.

"Is this what you mean by variable?"

Kangsheng frowned. He couldn't see any clues in this person. If he insisted on saying something, it was probably because he was too young, and the indifferent eyes that looked down on everything, didn't put anything in his eyes. inside.

"He will be one of your targets."

"Who is the other one?" Sheng Nian looked eager to try, as if killing was his only pleasure.

"It's him." The appearance of the Blood God appeared on the light curtain.

"This is it!" Kuang Sheng almost jumped up in amazement, his whole body's qi and blood were already churning up.

Saint Nian looked at Mad Sheng like this, and looked at the light curtain a little strangely. Although this person has a great aura, he can make Mad Sheng lose his mind. Such a violent person must be extraordinary.

"It's him!"

The big sword behind Kuangsheng burst out, and the power of thunder filled the entire Confucian Temple.

The arms of Confucian ancestors that were originally placed on both knees have been slowly raised at this time, and a phantom of the arm pressed against Mad Sheng, suppressing his entire aura.

The whistling thunder intent suppressed the surging blood energy in Mad Sheng's body.

"Master, it's my gaffe."

Kangsheng knelt on his knees with a bitter look on his face. Ten thousand years have passed, and he still remembers the Blood God in his blood.

"It's okay." Ancestor Confucian sighed, "The blood **** seems to have forgotten his past memories at this time, and the martial arts cultivation base has also suffered a great loss. This time, the two of you will definitely be able to completely kill them."

"Master, who exactly is he?" Sheng Nian didn't know the old grudge between Kuang Sheng and the Blood God, so he looked at the master with a little confusion.

"He has participated in the battle of the gods, and he has a little blood connection with the wild life."

"Blood connection?"

Sacred Nian looked at Madman in astonishment. After having known each other for so many years, he never knew that Madman's bloodline was so prominent.

Ancestor Confucianism glanced at Kuangsheng, and did not answer Shengnian's question again: "The strength of these two is no small matter, and Dao Wujiang has been damaged in their hands."

"Dao Wujiang is dead?"

Saint Nian's complexion became very gloomy and strange. In this world of heaven and man, it is rare that a person can kill Dao Wujiang at such an age.

However, such an opponent is even more exciting!

Sacred Mind showed a bloodthirsty light, and his face turned out to be a strong interest in Blood God and Ye Chen.

"Master, leave the Blood God to me, I will definitely kill him this time!"

Kangsheng adjusted his mentality, and the moment he raised his head, he had become extremely determined, and his airy temperament had disappeared at this time.

"Kangsheng!" Confucius' face sank, and he was already suppressing his anger. At this time, he was a little angry when he saw that Kuangsheng was so arrogant.

"Master, I'm not just acting on my will. Back then, the battle of the gods failed to kill him. Now, with the power of the two of us alone, there is a great risk. As long as you are willing to hand over the blood **** to me, I will deal with it. I am willing to contact the Bone Demon and use his hand to completely kill the Blood God."

The eyes of Confucian ancestors were dyed with a different kind of eyes: "Oh?"

Kangsheng Xiang comes from a lofty position, and he never fakes his hand. However, once the blood **** is involved, he will completely lose his mind and lose his bottom line.