Chapter 482: The Terrifying Confucian Ancestor
After hearing the voice, Kong Kangbo quickly gave his answer.
Seeing that Kong Kangbo had made up his mind, Kong Huarong slowly walked out of the darkness.
Looking at his only disciple still alive in the world, Kong Huarong nodded lightly.
"Since you have made up your mind, I will support you!"
"Let me, your master, do the work of awakening the ancestor for you!"
After saying this, Kong Huarong held his breath, and with a movement of his consciousness, five drops of heart blood condensed from his body.
Seeing this scene, Kong Kangbo immediately stepped forward to stop them.
"No, Master, you can't do that. You don't have much life left!"
As Kong Kangbo said this, he wanted to take the five drops of heart blood and send them back to his master's body.
But as a powerful god, how could he give Kong Kangbo a chance!
Without waiting for Kong Kangbo to rush to him, Kong Huarong waved his hand, and the five drops of blood from his heart flew directly to the five coffins.
As the blood from his heart dripped, the mysterious runes on the five coffins slowly lit up.
Immediately afterwards, the lids of the five coffins suddenly flew out, and five figures with terrifying auras floated up from the coffins.
These five figures are none other than the Confucian ancestors in the divine realm who have been sealed and sleeping!
There were five gods in total, three men and two women, who slowly landed on the ground and opened their eyes.
"You younger generations, why did you wake us up at the same time!?"
"Don't you know that our ancestors will only take action when the sect is facing a crisis of survival?"
A pale-faced scholar standing in the middle of the five divine ancestors looked at Master Kong Huarong and his disciple with some dissatisfaction and asked.
In response to the question from the pale-faced scholar, Kong Kangbo bowed quickly.
"Report to the ancestor..."
But before Kong Kangbo could finish his words, he had just opened his mouth to say a few words when he was knocked away by the pale-faced scholar.
"Shut up! I asked you a question and you dared to open your mouth!"
"You really disappoint me. It's you. You answer me!"
The white-faced young man said this and turned to look at Kong Huarong on the other side.
Seeing the white-faced young man turning his gaze to him, he quickly bowed and answered the white-faced young man and the others.
"In reply to the elders, my Confucianism is now at a critical moment of life and death."
"Now the Holy Son of Guigu has once again seized the position of Holy Lord of the Ancient Holy Land. His Holy Son is far superior to the Holy Sons of previous generations!"
"This boy is only nearly thirty years old, but he has already successfully broken through to the Saint Realm!"
After listening to Kong Huarong's story, the fair-faced young man's originally calm face showed surprise.
The other four people beside him also widened their eyes in disbelief.
"Youngster, please don't deliberately find such a false excuse to deceive us."
"Otherwise, I will kill someone!"
As he spoke, the white-faced young man spoke indifferently, while releasing his aura and pressing towards Kong Huarong.
Faced with the oppressive aura of the white-faced young man, Kong Huarong gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down.
“Ancestor!”
"Every word I say is true. If you don't believe me, you can go and check it out yourself!"
After saying this, Kong Huarong seemed to have used up all his strength, and he slowly fell to the ground trembling.
Seeing his master fall to the ground, Kong Kangbo rushed forward and helped his master up from the ground.
"Master, Master, are you okay?"
"Grandfather, please don't treat us, your descendants, like this!"
Looking at his master's pale face, Kong Kangbo questioned the fair-faced young man.
Hearing that Kong Kangbo dared to scold him so boldly, a cold light flashed in the white-faced young man's eyes.
"How brave! It seems that the world has forgotten my name!"
"Today, I will vent my anger on you, the unfilial junior who disrespects our ancestors."
After saying that, the white-faced young man waved his hand and rushed towards Kong Kangbo.
But just when he was about to hit Kong Kangbo, the God Realm ancestor who looked like an old woman stopped him.
"Okay, Wuji, this is a descendant of our Confucianism, so put away your murderous intent!"
"If the ancestors of other sects knew about this, wouldn't they laugh at our Confucianism?"
As the old woman spoke, she gave a light push and pushed the pale-faced young man back.
With the old woman's obstruction, the fair-faced young man had to give up the idea of killing Kong Kangbo to vent his anger.
In this way, the five divine ancestors of Confucianism, led by Master Kong Huarong and his disciple, came to the Confucian Imperial Academy.
The white-faced young man in the lead sat down on the mat with four others, then closed his eyes and rested.
For them, they only need to take action when Kong Kangbo decides to attack the Guigu lineage.
At other times, they prefer to use the tortoise breathing method to restrain their life breath and fall into a deep sleep.
This is to reduce the accelerated loss of their lives when they are not in the coffin .
Looking at the five terrifying figures sitting in the Imperial Academy Hall, the Confucian elders nodded with joy.
They didn't expect that it was inside their own sect.
In addition to Sun Huarong, the ancestor of the divine realm, there are five more terrifying ancestors of the divine realm!
After hearing the news, the morale of the entire Confucian community was boosted.
At the same time, the white-haired old man in the ancient tower of Guigu’s residence slowly opened his eyes.
In fact, the white-haired old man had already sensed something when the five divine ancestors of Confucianism had just awakened.
"It seems that the Confucians are serious this time. They have even awakened their last five divine ancestors."
"It's like a storm is brewing. Confucianism, Legalism, and Mohism have awakened our ancestors at the same time."
"It seems that my Guigu lineage should not fall behind!"
The white-haired old man smiled helplessly and shook his head, then he waved his hand, and five coffins appeared on each floor of the ancient tower !
If Jiang Chen were here, he would definitely be shocked!
The reason is simple, it's because the aura emanating from the coffins on each layer is much stronger than that on the layer below!
The white-haired old man took a deep breath, then turned his hand and moved the five coffins on the third floor to the first floor where he was.
"Bang--"
With a loud noise, five coffins slammed heavily in front of the white-haired old man.
Looking at the five coffins, the white-haired old man walked forward with a smile and patted the coffin in the middle.
"I say, you guys, it's time to wake up, don't sleep any more!"
Not long after the white-haired old man finished speaking, there was movement from inside the coffin.
The next second, under the gaze of the white-haired old man, the coffin lid shattered.
Immediately afterwards, a big hand slowly stretched out from the coffin !
