Chapter 1347 Demon Ancestor vs. Kong Sheng
On the top of the mountain, a strong wind blew up, blowing up the endless clouds.
Confucius stood on the top of the peak, his robes rustling, holding the Spring and Autumn Brush in his hand, looking up to the sky and shouting: "Today, I, Confucius, swear by the Spring and Autumn Brush to establish Confucianism, teach the people etiquette, spread the concepts of benevolence, righteousness and morality, educate all living beings, and lead When all sentient beings emerge from the lost path, they will learn from the great path. This great wish will never change!"
Sonorous, powerful and impactful!
The magnificent and righteous words came out with his words, imprinted in the long river of history, and will last forever!
Rumble——
A thunderbolt suddenly sounded, and the thunder was like a sign of the collapse of the sky.
Immediately afterwards, a ray of light shot through the sea of clouds and shone on Confucius, with a radiant light that was unparalleled in the world.
Dao Dao allows him to establish a religion!
I am also very supportive, especially to accompany the merits of the great road!
There was a hint of joy on Confucius's face, and he could feel that his cultivation level was skyrocketing.
Soon, he broke through to the saint realm!
Surrounded by merit and virtue, there is no thunder disaster!
As the first person to establish a religion, Confucius made great wishes and great blessings, and his cultivation level was still rising rapidly.
The holy power swept across the chaotic land, making countless creatures tremble with fear.
At this time, Confucius' previously sworn words rang out again, amplified by the avenue, and resounded over and over again throughout the chaotic land, causing countless creatures to burst into uproar.
"Who is Confucius?"
"Confucianism?"
"Is this person going to be a saint?"
"It has become a saint! Is this what the Emperor of Heaven calls meritorious sanctification?"
"Tsk tsk, another person has become a god. When will Mo Jingcang become a saint?"
"First the Blood-devouring Demon God disappeared, and then Confucius became a saint. The current situation is in turmoil!"
In every corner of the chaotic land, wherever there are living beings, people are discussing this matter.
The generation around the Stone Palace of the Emperor of Heaven was also caught up in the commotion. This place is closest to the place where Confucius became a saint, and the sacred power can be felt most clearly.
Because Confucius had been in the Stone Palace of the Emperor of Heaven for some time, some creatures around him knew him. Now that they heard that he had become a saint, they all felt like they were in a dream.
The creatures who knew Confucius spread the news quickly, and soon, the creatures around the Stone Palace of the Emperor of Heaven knew about it and suddenly became excited.
Could it be that Confucius’s sanctification is related to the Emperor of Heaven?
Thinking of this, especially the saintly beings, their breathing became rapid and they looked at the Stone Palace of the Heavenly Emperor with eager eyes.
In the main hall, Qin Jun said with a smile: "I finally have a saint under my command."
Xi Ling, Huo Qubing, Wei Liusun, the Twelve Holy Generals and other close relatives congratulated him one after another, but they were full of envy in their hearts because they also wanted to become a saint.
Qin Jun caught their expressions in his eyes and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you will all become saints in the future, or even surpass saints?"
Beyond the saints?
The subordinates were greatly shocked. Could it be that Your Majesty has discovered a way to surpass the saint?
"Your Majesty, can you take this seriously?"
"Beyond a saint? What state would that be?"
"Isn't the immortal saint the end?"
"It's hard to imagine. As His Majesty said, the journey of cultivation will never end."
They talked a lot and seemed very excited.
Qin Jun sat on the Supreme Nine Dragon Chair, put on a lazy posture, and said with a smile: "You are not joking, you can go and wash away the dust for Confucius first, I have to continue practicing."
The subordinates had no choice but to leave. They sincerely admired Qin Jun's diligence and did not dare to disturb him. At the same time, they also wanted to ask Confucius about becoming a saint.
On the other side, inside the Demon Ancestor Palace.
Mo Jingcang sat on the throne, holding his forehead with his right hand, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.
The disappearance of the Blood-devouring Demon God has made him crazy, and now someone has become a saint!
And he has been stuck on the threshold of the saint realm for hundreds of thousands of years, still without the opportunity to become a saint. At this moment, he is close to collapse.
"Confucius...how dared to become a saint before me..."
Mo Jingcang's right hand clutched his forehead tightly, and blood flowed down between his fingers, which was terrifying.
Emperor Tian, Emperor Ji, Emperor Su, plus Confucius, there are already four saints!
Anyone can destroy the current glory of the demon clan, and Confucius clearly had ulterior motives in founding Confucianism. He might have a desire to compete for the world, so how could he feel at ease?
"I must become a saint... I must..."
Mo Jingcang suppressed his rage and thought that the entire Demon Ancestor Palace was shaken violently by his murderous intent.
"Confucianism..."
He muttered to himself, as if trapped in a demonic barrier.
He could hear many creatures outside the temple talking about Confucius' name, and these voices were like steel needles piercing into his heart.
About an hour passed before Confucius's holy power dissipated.
On top of the mountain.
Confucius holds the Spring and Autumn Pen in his hand, and his whole temperament seems to be integrated with the heaven and earth, and he will transform into an immortal at any time.
"Is this the realm of a saint?"
He murmured to himself, there was no look of surprise on his face, but he was thinking about something.
Immediately, he quickly flew towards the Stone Palace of the Heavenly Emperor.
His ability to become a saint was due to Qin Jun's guidance, so his loyalty not only did not decline, but actually increased.
He is now more and more curious about Qin Jun.
Confucius became a saint. In the following ten thousand years, he was often mentioned by living beings, and was even praised as the second saint, second only to the Emperor of Heaven.
Later, it was learned that Confucius became a saint under the guidance of the Emperor of Heaven, which made the Emperor of Heaven's status higher and higher, and the reputation of Qin Jun continued to increase.
Confucius founded religion and became a saint, which also attracted many powerful people to follow suit.
For a time, various sects appeared in the chaotic land, and they were diverse. Unfortunately, no one achieved the great merits.
If you want to establish a religion, you can't just talk about it.
Thousands of years later, Confucius left the Stone Palace of the Emperor of Heaven and prepared to establish a sect. This was ordered by the Lord of Qin, but the outside world speculated whether the sage Confucius had fallen out with the Emperor of Heaven.
On this day, Mo Jingcang finally became a saint!
The Saint's Thunder Tribulation came fiercely, razing a billion-mile radius and causing hundreds of thousands of demons to suffer.
After forty-nine days, Mo Jingcang successfully overcame the tribulation and became the fifth saint in the chaotic land.
"It's over! Mo Jingcang has become a saint!"
"The demons are really unstoppable!"
"Unstoppable? Is Mo Jingcang better than Saint Kong? Is he better than the Emperor of Heaven?"
"The Emperor of Heaven is benevolent and will never abandon all sentient beings!"
"How strong is the saint...?"
In the chaotic land, most of the creatures began to panic.
After becoming a saint, Mo Jingcang is bound to become more arrogant and domineering, putting all living beings in trouble and a great disaster is imminent.
On the other side, Mo Jingcang rushed to Confucianism after resting for a few days.
Confucius found a mountaintop, climbed high and shouted, recruiting disciples. With the name of a saint, Confucianism grew rapidly.
Arriving at the gate of Confucianism Mountain, Mo Jingcang sneered. Behind him were hundreds of thousands of demons and hundreds of saints, many of whom were semi-saints. Among them was Li Wu. He had already reached semi-saint status and his cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds.
"Sage Kong, I'm here to visit you, why don't you come out quickly!"
Mo Jingcang shouted enthusiastically that this time, he wanted to conquer Confucius.
The Emperor of Heaven was too powerful, which left him with a psychological shadow. In the past, he even fought against the two saints alone. In order to compete with the Emperor of Heaven, he had no choice but to win over Confucius.
It must be said that he was full of confidence in himself. Even if Confucius became a saint 10,000 years earlier than him, he would still be confident to defeat Confucius.
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In the previous chapter, Fear of Liu Sun was mistakenly written as a giant spirit god, and in addition, it broke out in the early morning!
