"The Demon Ancestor is here!"

"He came to find Master Kong as soon as he became a saint. The person who came was not kind!"

"Nonsense, look at the army of demon disciples behind him, it seems to be coming to visit?"

"Can Master Kong fight against the Demon Ancestor?"

"It should be possible, after all, Master Kong has become a saint for ten thousand years, and Magic Jingcang has only become a saint."

The creatures on the mountain were panicked and looked at the demon disciples all over the mountains. How could they not be frightened?

Although Confucius became a saint, Confucianism was established and its foundation was far inferior to that of the demons. If we collided with him, we would not have much better outcomes.

Magic Jingcang was surrounded by demonic energy, and he could only see his head, but it was enough to scare the creatures on the mountain.

Although he is not the strongest in the world, he is definitely the most terrifying existence in the world. In order to expand the demon clan, he has tried his best.

"What's the matter with the Demon Ancestor?"

Confucius' voice came slowly from the building on the top of the mountain without any emotion, as if he was not confused about the arrival of Magic Jingcang.

The corners of Magic Jingcang's mouth were bent. For the past ten thousand years, he was in great pain. The disappearance of the Blood Demon-Devouring God and the deterrence of the saints were almost crushed.

In order to become a sanctified, he went back and forth on the edge of death, and no one knew how much pressure and pain he endured.

But he is the Demon Ancestor and must endure it.

Just as the Emperor of Heaven once warned him, there is someone outside of the world, and there is a world outside of the world. You must have vision and understand the enemy.

No matter how great the hatred is, he must endure it until he is invincible.

"I admire Saint Confucius, can't I come to visit?"

Magic Jingcang chuckled, as if he had become more calm than before becoming a saint.

After the words came, the buildings on the top of the mountain burst out with a huge light, which was extremely sacred. Magic Jingcang couldn't help but frown. For some reason, this light made him feel uncomfortable.

At this time, a figure walked out of the gate of the building. It was Confucius, followed by two boys, who were the stone spirits enlightened by him.

When he arrived at the cliff, Confucius looked down at the magical scenery and asked indifferently: "You and I have different ideas, and we will not plan for each other."

boom!

The entire Confucian mountain gate caused a sensation, and even the hundreds of thousands of demon disciples behind Mo Jingcang were in an uproar.

Facing Magic Jingcang, Saint Kong was so powerful.

When he thought that Saint Kong was the Heavenly Emperor's guidance to become a saint, what a powerful person the Heavenly Emperor was, perhaps Saint Kong was also infected with the domineering aura of the Heavenly Emperor.

Magic Jingcang's face looked ugly in an instant, and a majestic aura erupted, causing all the surrounding mountains to shake violently, and the murderous aura alarmed the surging clouds in the sky.

"Bold! Dare to be so disrespectful to the Demon Ancestor!"

A demon clan showed his saint shouted angrily, Confucius looked weak and was far inferior to Magic Jingcang, so they naturally did not fear.

"The demon race caused the creatures of the Chaos Earth to be devastated, why should I respect them?"

Confucius asked indifferently, which attracted the praise of Confucian disciples on the mountain.

There are not many strong people who dare to fight against the Demon Ancestor in this way.

At this time, Magic Jingcang took out a long black sword with his hand. The blade was half a meter wide and two feet long. Its shape was extremely exaggerated, like the head of a evil shark.

"Conqiu! It seems you are very arrogant."

Magic Jing Cang said coldly, murderous intent filled his chest and could not control it at all.

Thinking of the rumors about Confucius and the Emperor of Heaven, the violence in his bones could not be suppressed. The scene of being humiliated by the Emperor of Heaven appeared like a tide.

"arrogant?"

Confucius smiled disdainfully and took out the spring and autumn pen. This pen was as thick as a baby's arm, and the ink pen posture was ordinary and uncommon.

When he came out to found the religion, Qin Jun mentioned Mo Jingcang to him, but he didn't expect that Mo Jingcang came to him as soon as he became a saint.

Confucius was disgusted with evil demons, so how could he talk nonsense with Magic Jingcang?

The two saints began to confront each other in a momentum, which scared the Confucian disciples and the demon disciples to retreat one after another and stay away from them.

The mountains were shaken, the rocks slid down, and the mountains were filled with dust, which was as if it was covering the sky.

"You really want to fight me?"

Mo Jingcang asked in a deep voice. Confucius was so confident that he was a little afraid.

Could it be that Confucius had the help of the Emperor?

After becoming a saint, he realized that the saints would do whatever they want, and they would go wherever they wanted. If the Emperor of Heaven came to support him, it would definitely be very fast.

When he thought of the nightmare scene where the Emperor of Heaven fought alone against the two saints, his hand holding the long sword subconsciously exerted even harder.

"Fighting with the demon is Haoran's righteousness should do something!"

Confucius said righteously. After he finished speaking, he held the spring and autumn pen in his hand and wrote a word "Shenzhen" in the void, which was shining brightly and dazzling like the sun.

Magic Jingcang widened his eyes, and before he could speak, the golden character "Zheng" and "Taishan" hit him with the might of the top of the top.

Boom-

The mountain below broke in an instant, and the dust flew. Magic Jing Cang waved his sword in anger, and the sword energy spread out, scattering the golden character "Shenzhen".

The next second, the two saints jumped up almost at the same time and soared into the sky.

Confucius' special attribute is the power of sages and has an innate suppression effect on evil spirits.

Within the same realm, Mo Jingcang suffered a loss when facing Confucius. Even if he had strong combat power, Confucius was not a vegetarian.

The two saints rushed out of the clouds and fought fiercely on the sea of ​​clouds.

Even if they cannot witness the battle situation, the creatures on the earth can still feel the terrifying pressure.

More and more creatures felt the power of the Holy Power, and news about the war between Magic Jingcang and Confucius spread quickly.

"The Demon Ancestor Fights against Saint Kong?"

"Magic Jingcang is really ambitious. He wanted to challenge Saint Kong as soon as he became a saint!"

"He obviously wanted to conquer Confucius, but his men got it this way."

"Tsk tsk, aren't Magic Jingcang afraid of offending the Emperor of Heaven?"

"The demon clan must be stopped!"

There were many discussions everywhere, and they were all looking forward to Confucius defeating Magic Jingcang.

The Emperor of Heaven ignores the world and if Confucius cannot stop the Magic Jingcang, the demons must really unify the chaos land.

Qin Jun, who was far away in the Stone Hall of the Emperor of Heaven, also sensed the battle between Confucius and Mo Jingcang.

He opened his eyes and murmured, "The Demons... are interesting..."

He has always seen the development of Magic Jingcang. From the time he was born to the present, he has been waiting for the demon race to dominate, then wait for the rise of the demon race, and the Xuandang Creation Human Race.

At present, the demon clan is about to reach its peak. If Magic Jingcang defeats Confucius, the chaos era will change.

At this time, Xiling walked quickly from her bedroom. She was the only person who could live in the Stone Hall of the Emperor of Heaven, which made Qin Jun's subordinates respect her very much, and of course they didn't think much about it. After all, there were not so many paranoid ideas at this time, and sentient beings didn't even understand love.

"Why is it so in a hurry?"

Qin Jun raised his eyebrows and asked, "This girl is rarely so panicked."

Xiling said anxiously: "What happened to Ji Hao at night!"

When Qin Jun heard this, he frowned. Although Ji Haoye did not worship him as his teacher, he was like a master and apprentice.
Chapter completed!