On the top of the mountain, a strong wind suddenly rose and whirred, rolling endless clouds.

Confucius stood on the top, his robe roared, holding a spring and autumn pen in his hand, shouting to the sky: "Now, I, Confucius, use the spring and autumn pen as an oath, founded Confucianism, taught the etiquette and law of the people, spread the concept of benevolence, righteousness and morality, educated sentient beings, and led sentient beings out of the lost path, and learned from the great way. This ambition is forever and unchanging!"

Sharp and powerful, loud and powerful!

The grand and righteous spirit comes out with words, imprinted into the long river of history, and will never die!

Boom-

A thunder suddenly sounded, and the thunder was trembling, as if it was a sign of collapse of the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a ray of light shone through the sea of ​​clouds and shone on Confucius, with a ray of light that was unparalleled in the world.

The Great Dao allows him to establish a religion!

It is also very supportive, especially accompanied by the merits of the great way!

Confucius showed a hint of joy on his face, and he could feel that his cultivation was soaring.

Soon, he broke through the saint realm!

Merits are plagued by you, and there is no thunder disaster!

As the first scholar to establish a religion, Confucius' cultivation is still rising.

The holy power swept across the chaotic earth, causing countless creatures to tremble.

At this time, Confucius's previous oath sounded again, and was expanded by the great way, resounding through the chaotic land over and over again, causing an uproar in countless creatures.

"Who is Confucius?"

"Confucianism?"

"Is this person going to be sanctified?"

"I have become a saint! Is this the merits that the Emperor of Heaven said have become a saint?"

"Tsk tsk, another man becomes a god. When will Magic Jingcang become a saint?"

"First, the Blood Demon-Devouring God disappeared, and then Confucius became a saint. The situation is in chaos!"

The chaotic earth, every corner, wherever there are living creatures, is talking about this matter.

The generation around the Heavenly Emperor Stone Hall was also in sensation. It was closest to Confucius's sainthood, and the feeling of the saint's power was clearest.

Because Confucius had been in the Stone Hall of Heavenly Emperor for some time, some creatures around him knew him, and now when he heard that he became a saint, he felt like he was dreaming.

The creatures who knew Confucius quickly spread the news. Soon, when all the creatures around the Heavenly Emperor Stone Hall knew about it, they were immediately excited.

Could it be that Confucius's becoming a saint is related to the Emperor of Heaven?

Thinking of this, especially the saintly visible creatures suddenly became breathing rapidly, and their eyes were full of enthusiasm when they looked at the Stone Palace of the Heavenly Emperor.

In the hall, Qin Jun smiled and said, "My subordinates finally have a saint."

Xiling, Huo Qubing, fearing Liusun, and the twelve saints and other close friends congratulated each other, but they were full of envy because they also wanted to become saints.

Qin Jun took their expressions into his eyes, and then smiled and said, "Don't worry, you can become saints in the future, or even surpass saints?"

Beyond the saint?

The subordinates were shocked. Could it be that His Majesty had already seen the method of transcending the saints?

"Your Majesty, can you take this truth?"

"Beyond the saint? What realm will it be?"

"Is the immortal saint not the end?"

"It's hard to imagine, as Your Majesty said, the path to cultivation is endless."

They were talking and seemed very excited.

Qin Jun sat on the Supreme Nine Dragon Chair, posing in a lazy manner, and said with a smile: "You have no jokes, so go and welcome Confucius first, I have to continue practicing."

The subordinates had to bow and leave. They sincerely admired Qin Jun's diligence and dared not disturb him. At the same time, they also wanted to ask Confucius about becoming a saint.

On the other side, in the Demon Ancestor Palace.

Magic Jingcang sat on the throne, holding his forehead with his right hand, his eyes full of blood.

The disappearance of the Blood Demon-Devouring God has made him crazy, and now someone has become a saint!

He was stuck in the threshold of the Saint Realm for hundreds of thousands of years, and still had no chance to become a saint. At this moment, he was almost about to collapse.

"Confucius... dared to take the lead in becoming a saint..."

Mo Jingcang's right hand grabbed his forehead tightly, and blood flowed down his fingers, making it hideous and terrifying.

There are already four saints in the Heavenly Emperor, the Ji Emperor, the Su Emperor, and Confucius!

Anyone can destroy the current glory of the demon clan. Moreover, Confucius founded Confucianism with obvious intentions. Maybe he has the desire to compete for the world. How could he be at ease?

"I must become a sanctified... I must..."

Mo Jingcang suppressed his anger and thought that the entire Demon Ancestor Palace was shaken violently by his murderous aura.

“Confucianism…”

He murmured to himself, as if he was trapped in a demonic obstacle.

He could hear many creatures outside the hall talking about Confucius' name, and these sounds were like steel needles piercing into his heart.

It took about an hour before Confucius's holy power dispersed.

On the top of the mountain.

Confucius held the spring and autumn pen in his hand, and his whole temperament seemed to be integrated with the heaven and earth, and he would become an immortal at any time.

"Is this the realm of a saint?"

He murmured to himself, without a look of surprise on his face, but was thinking about something.

Immediately, he quickly flew towards the Stone Hall of Heavenly Emperor.

His ability to become a saint was the guidance of Qin Jun, so his loyalty not only did not decline, but increased.

He is now more curious about Qin Jun.

Confucius became a saint for the next ten thousand years, and was often mentioned by creatures, and even praised by sentient beings as the second saint, second only to the Emperor of Heaven.

Later, he learned that Confucius became a saint and was guided by the Emperor of Heaven, which made the Emperor of Heaven more and more high, and Qin Jun's fame continued to rise.

Confucius' founding religion and becoming a saint also attracted many strong people to follow.

For a time, various sects appeared in the chaotic land, and there were a variety of sects. Unfortunately, no one had obtained the merits of the great way.

If you want to establish a teaching, you can't just talk.

Ten thousand years later, Confucius left the Stone Hall of the Emperor of Heaven and was preparing to start a sect. This was instructed by Qin Jun, but the outside world speculated whether Saint Kong had a quarrel with the Emperor of Heaven?

On this day, Magic Jingcang finally became a saint!

The saint's thunder tribulation came in a fierce manner, leveling the land within a radius of one billion miles, causing hundreds of thousands of demon disciples to suffer.

After 49 days of experience, Magic Jingcang successfully passed the tribulation and became the fifth saint on the Chaos Land.

"It's over! Magic Jingcang has become a saint!"

"The demons are really unstoppable!"

"Unstoppable? Magic Jingcang can compare with Saint Kong? Can compare with the Emperor of Heaven?"

"The Emperor of Heaven will never abandon all sentient beings!"

"How strong is the saint...?"

In the chaotic land, most creatures began to panic.

After becoming a saint, the Magic Jingcang will inevitably become more arrogant and domineering. In times of trouble for all living beings, a great disaster is coming.

On the other side, after resting for a few days, Mo Jingcang rushed to Confucianism.

Confucius found a mountain, climbed high and called out, recruited disciples, and relied on the name of a saint, Confucianism grew rapidly.

When he arrived at the Confucian Mountain, Mo Jingcang sneered. There were hundreds of thousands of demon disciples and hundreds of saints behind him, including Li Wu, who had reached the semi-saints, and his cultivation level was leaps and bounds.

"Sage Confucius, I am here to visit you, why don't you come out soon!"

Magic Jingcang shouted with great enthusiasm, this time, he wanted to conquer Confucius.

The Emperor of Heaven was too powerful, which made him psychologically shady. He even fought alone in the past. In order to compete with the Emperor of Heaven, he could only win over Confucius.

It has to be said that he was full of confidence in himself. Even though Confucius became a saint ten thousand years earlier than him, he still had the confidence to take Confucius down.

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Chapter completed!