I, Ye Chen, turned out to be a top expert

At this moment, Li Shan's eyes also lit up.

This phantom had appeared when they were facing the black dragon. It was very powerful.

At this moment, Li Shan and Fenghuang gradually calmed down and their eyes fell on the Confucian Sage, because at this moment, when the Demon Sword Ancestor God saw the Confucian Sage, a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

"Confucian sage!"

"What kind of realm is it?"

After Li Shan calmed down, he stared at the shadow of the Confucian sage.

The Demon Sword Ancestor God of the Demon Clan was extremely serious at this moment. He stared at the figure of the Confucian Sage intently and asked fearfully, "Who are you?"

The moment the Demon Sword Ancestor God's voice fell, Fenghuang and Li Shan's eyes lit up. Even Fenghuang only knew from Li Yixi that the existence in front of her was called the Confucian Sage, and she didn't know his real name, so Fenghuang was extremely curious at this moment.

Feeling the gazes of the three people, the Confucian sage stood in the void, a smile on his face, "My surname is Kong, my given name is Qiu, and my courtesy name is Zhongni."

The Confucian sage was extremely calm, and there was no trace of anger in his voice.

It's as calm as discussing and chatting with an old friend.

"Confucius?"

"Is this the name of the Confucian sage?"

Fenghuang and Li Shan were deeply moved at this moment and hurriedly wrote down Confucius' name. This was the name of a saint, and thinking of this, Fenghuang was extremely excited.

"Confucius?"

However, unlike Fenghuang and Li Shan, the Demon Sword Ancestor God at this moment kept thinking of the saint in the Nine-Layered Palace in his mind. But after all the names flashed by, the Demon Sword Ancestor God had never heard of the name of the Confucian and Taoist saint, Confucius.

At this moment, the Demon Sword Ancestor God's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said coldly: "Kongqiu?"

"So you're a coward who only loves life and fears death. Is there anyone like you in the Nine-Layered Palace?"

"You actually hid your name. I was almost scared by you."

"My lifelong reputation is almost gone."

"If I don't kill you today, I'm not Demon Sword Ling!"

"I am the ancestor god of the demon clan. How could I be scared away by you and take my sword?"

"Aurora Demon Sword Slash!"

The Demon Sword Ancestor God's voice was very cold at this moment, with anger rushing to his forehead. He felt that he had been fooled, and the fear in his heart gradually subsided. He urged the demon sword in his hand and killed Confucius.

Seeing the Demon Sword Ancestor God about to attack, Confucius in the void still did not show any anger on his face. At this moment, a Spring and Autumn Brush appeared in Confucius' hand and he began to write in the void, "The purpose of etiquette is harmony!"

The moment these six words appeared, suddenly, an invisible force spread out and enveloped the furious Demon Sword Ancestor God. The Demon Sword Ancestor God, who was furious and was about to use a terrible sword, suddenly changed his expression at the moment he was about to strike. He didn't know why, but at this moment, he suddenly found that the anger in his heart had disappeared.

He swung out a violent sword strike, but invisibly, the power was restrained by 50%.

"Ok?"

At the same time, the expression of the Demon Sword Ancestor God suddenly changed. At this moment, he suddenly woke up and looked at Confucius with a look full of horror. He never thought that the few words Confucius wrote casually would affect him.

His realm is that of the Ancestral God.

To be able to reach the realm of the Ancestral God, one's mind must be extraordinary and not be influenced by external things. Otherwise, one cannot reach the realm of the Ancestral God. But at this moment, the Demon Sword Ancestral God found that he was affected. A trace of fear appeared in his eyes. His legs could not help but tremble, and his whole body was filled with panic.

He had some understanding of Confucianism and Taoism, and his mind was affected by just a few words. Confucius's realm was absolutely powerful and terrifying.

"Damn it, who is this person?"

"Why is it so terrifying!"

The Demon Sword Ancestor God was filled with tremendous emotions at this moment.

Li Shan and Fenghuang, who were standing by, were both shocked.

Phoenix stammered, "It's the divine text, it's the power of the divine text. To think that a Confucian sage could write a divine text."

"What a terrifying strength."

"Sir, how did you do that? This is the Confucian sage in your painting. What method did you use to give the person in the painting intelligence and still maintain such terrifying power?"

"hiss!"

At this moment, Phoenix took a deep breath.

This kind of method is really scary.

"Damn it!"

"You want to influence me? Forget it. I underestimated you before, and now you're trying again."

"Whoosh!"

The body of the Demon Sword Ancestor God turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Confucius. The Demon Sword Ancestor God knew that the physical bodies of Confucian and Taoist practitioners were not very strong, so at this moment he wanted to kill Confucius first.

At this moment, Confucius saw the Demon Sword God rushing towards him, but the faint smile on his lips did not change at all.

Confucius wrote slowly with the Spring and Autumn pen in his hand, "The fine stamens follow the wind slowly, and the warm fragrance leisurely penetrates the nose."

The power of the divine text spread out in an instant, enveloping the Demon Sword Ancestor God. At this moment, the Demon Sword Ancestor God suddenly fell into an illusion. The Demon Sword Ancestor God found that everything in front of him was different, as if he was deep in a paradise.

The killing intent in his heart gradually disappeared again, and he became strangely addicted to it.

"Ok?"

"What's going on? The demon master's killing intent has dissipated again. This method is so terrifying." Li Shan noticed the abnormality of the Demon Sword Ancestor God and said with horror. His face was full of disbelief. The previous Demon Sword Ancestor God was affected, which could be explained as carelessness. So how did Kong Qiu do it now?

This kind of method made Li Shan completely dumbfounded.

The Demon Sword Ancestor God, with his angry sword at this moment, actually lost his target and passed by Confucius without hurting him at all.

After flying out a hundred meters, the Demon Sword Ancestor God woke up again, and the world in front of him returned to normal.

Seeing Confucius with a calm expression, his face was filled with fear. Beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead. He was completely frightened. The first time was an accident, so how could it be an accident this time? When this sword was used, the Demon Sword Ancestor God was prepared, but he was still deeply trapped.

"Damn it!"

"My strength has surpassed that of the Ancestral God. Who is he? And he is not the real body, but just a mark!"

"This kind of existence is definitely not a native of the Nine Heavens!"

"escape!"

After witnessing the power of Confucius, the Demon Sword Ancestor God mistakenly believed that Confucius was the supreme being of the Xiaoyao Fairyland. He felt that he knew a big secret and wanted to escape through the air.

However, when he was running for his life, Kong Qiu shook his head and said lightly: "It's boring. I don't want to play anymore."

"Humans and demons cannot coexist."

"If Buddha can't save you, I will!"

There was still a smile on Confucius' face, but at this moment, the words he wrote contained an extremely terrifying murderous intent.

At this moment, the Demon Sword Ancestor God's face changed completely, because at this moment, he felt that the world in front of him had completely lost its color and turned into an ink and wash world.

When the Demon Sword Ancestor God looked up, he was horrified to find that a pen was floating above his head.