After Breaking Up with My Girlfriend, I Became a Demon Saint

This oath is not just lip service. Confucius went to Mourning Yangshan for this, crushed the Taoist Taishang Zixiao Leigang net, and forced Guang Chengzi to flee and no longer meddle in mortal affairs.

He went to the Yinyang family and killed the founder of the Yinyang family, Da Siming, who was pregnant with Donghuang Taiyi's incomplete blood and could use Taiyi's profound energy, leaving the Yinyang family in a slump.

Then take the disciples to eliminate all kinds of evil spirits, and return the people to a bright and sunny day.

But Zhao Wenhe's talk about the Son of Heaven and God's Blessing was only for his own selfishness, and he just wanted to protect his Zhao family.

Such a person, how can he understand that the world is his own responsibility.

The more Confucius thought about it, the more angry he became, the anger in his heart turned into blood that filled his fists, and Confucius roared and punched down.

"This benevolent fist is to punish you for being ungrateful, for not understanding the suffering of the people, and for acting recklessly."

Unprecedented force hit Zhao Wenhe's arms in front of his chest, and Zhao Wenhe's arms exploded. Destroying the stellar energy was not enough. The destructive force of Confucius Renquan also threw Zhao Wenhe's arms, and the arm bones suddenly shattered. into several pieces.

Confucius continued to growl.

"This ritual fist is to replace the wrath of the people, the loving mother, the strict father, the childish son, and all the people you have harmed..."

Confucius hit Zhao Wenhe's chest with his other hand. Zhao Wenhe's ribs were shattered immediately, and his internal organs were displaced.

But Zhao Wenhe was still calm.

She is not afraid of death. As the Zhangshan disciple of the Heavenly Emperor Dojo, He Lao and Lu Laohua tried their best to find her, the poisoner, and then used all kinds of magic weapons and spells, and even the two immortals died together. Zhao Wenhe was suppressed at the foot of Dawu Mountain.

But as soon as an opportunity comes, isn't Zhao Wenhe resurrected?

The godhead possessed by the true god level of the awakened person can make it have conceptual immortality.

So even if he was beaten to death on the spot by the furious Confucius, Zhao Wenhe is confident that he can be resurrected in a short time.

Because now the common people outside are all shrouded in her plague.

Yes, not only can he be resurrected quickly, but he can also rely on the continuous death to strengthen himself. When he fully opens up his priestly blood of the God of Plague Department, Zhao Wenhe really doesn't believe that he can't beat Confucius.

It doesn't even have to be this much trouble...

Zhao Wenhe looked towards Zhou Yan, in the direction of Wen Quxing.

……

far away.

The col where Alona is located.

Zhou Yan was suddenly shocked.

"not good!"

Zhou Yan hurriedly looked at Wen Quxing and Zhuge Liang.

"I feel a biting danger."

Zhuge Liang shook his feather fan.

"That stupid king can't take it anymore, the lord will go first, and the queen will be bright."

Hundreds of Kongming lanterns floated around Zhuge Liang.

Wen Quxing looked embarrassed.

Zhao Wenhe was in an absolute advantage against himself before, so Zhao Wenhe has been very relaxed, and he is even willing to chat with his side, chatting, talking about family matters and so on.

After all, Zhao Wenhe can be resurrected indefinitely, so he can make waves to his heart's content.

But now that Wenquxing cooperated with the mirage dragon Alona to summon Confucius, Zhao Wenhe couldn't stand it anymore.

Resurrection is still no problem, but her mentality began to change, she was not so overbearing, and began to think about how to deal with the enemy more easily.

Very simple logic, how to solve a group of summoned beasts?

The easiest way is of course to kill the Summoner.

Zhou Yan sensed the danger, which meant that Zhao Wenhe began to think, oh no, he had already made up his mind to catch Zhou Yan and Wen Quxing.

In fact, with Wenquxing's ability, it's no problem to take Zhou Yan and Mirage to go now, and it's okay to keep them safe for a while.

But what about after a moment of safety?

I came here to deal with Zhao Wenhe and save the common people.

Wen Quxing glanced at Alona who was shrinking and shivering like a little girl in winter without cotton clothes.

This is a dragon king pulled out by Zhou Yan before. Wen Quxing thought that this dragon king would be able to suppress Zhao Wenhe when he was matched with him.

But the Dragon King's fighting power was worse than he expected.

Alona couldn't bear the consumption of summoning Confucius, and his side was not Zhao Wenhe's opponent at all.

Wen Quxing looked at the underage Bai Ze again.

Wen Quxing sighed softly.

"Mr. Ye, there is something I want to tell you."

Wen Quxing looked at Zhou Yan with gentle eyes.

Zhou Yan felt a chill in his heart, and the young man felt that something extremely bad was happening.

"Master Ye, you, you..."

Wen Quxing turned his head to the battlefield between Confucius and Zhao Wenhe.

"Little Mister... You are still young, and you haven't encountered many things. When you grow up, you will find that this world is disgusting..."

"Gold belt for murder and arson..."

"Good people don't get rewarded..."

"For a little profit, a few close people can become wild beasts..."

"Some people are so stupid you can't understand..."

"but……"

Wen Quxing smiled brightly at Zhou Yan.

"I still hope that Mr. Xiao..."

"...Don't be disappointed in humans."

Chapter 41 Give back my touch!

"Oh!"

Zhao Wenhe fell back several miles with Confucius' salutary punch. Zhao Wenhe unloaded his legs and unloaded the force of Confucius' Wutao Fist on the ground, pressing out huge craters on the ground.

These two people are the last kings of the last generation, the dragon spirit Guozuo has returned to the light, and he has created a body with unparalleled roots. He has cultivated martial arts to the level of a land god, and the other is the origin of the Eastern Xia culture. Not angry.

Now that the two are fighting together, even if there is a difference between the strong and the weak, the world will be overturned, the storm will continue, and the topography of Penglai Island will change dramatically.

"Wow! Ya! Ya! Ya! Enter your mother's dilapidated house, and get a punch from Sajia!"

Confucius played freely, but when he thought of the common people who were ruined because of Zhao Wenhe, the fist in his hand became more and more sad and indignant. Waves of vigorous energy gathered in the fist, and the void was turbulent between the punches. The refraction on the distorts the view.

But this is not caused by the refraction of light, but Confucius's increasingly violent physical body tore apart the space after warming up. If Confucius was in his heyday in the past, he would be able to pull the entire space horizontally like a canvas, or break the void with a single punch. Shatter this piece of heaven and earth.

Zhao Wenhe kept retreating in a hurry, but his movements were well controlled, and there was no sense of loss of proportion.

"Sage Confucius?"

The voice of Wen Quxing suddenly appeared in the mind of Confucius, who kept chasing him.

Confucius asked in a muffled voice.

"What's the matter?"

"May I ask if Confucius can make this faint king Bintian?"

Confucius punched a little slower.

The current Confucius is not Confucius himself, but just a phantom made with mirage dragon supernatural powers. For this reason, Confucius can only exert less than half of his body's combat power. Many of the ultimate moves that Confucius used to kill evil demons from the outside world cannot be used at all, otherwise it will not be possible. After fighting for so long, there was no way to kill Zhao Wenhe.

Of course there is no need to hide these.

"This Hunjun's martial arts is not bad. If you really fight, it's easy to win, but hard to kill."

Confucius answered honestly.

Wen Quxing sighed, and then said.

"If that's the case, then leave it to me, Confucius, what you do next..."

Wen Quxing told Confucius about his plan.

"Ok?"

Zhao Wenhe, who was retreating and defending, moved slightly.

She suddenly felt that Confucius' fist was a little softer. Although she still couldn't hold it, but before it was gone, all arrows were fired, and the arrows were unstoppable to the suffocating pressure.

Why is that?

Seeing that Confucius is so imposing now, and his muscles and bones are constantly bleeding, it doesn't look like he has lost his strength and can't punch anymore?

Zhao Wenhe had a lot of thoughts. In the past, even if he was facing a half-step Bengquan fighter, or the gun master Li Wenshu's sharp gun stunt dragon nodded, Zhao Wenhe had never been afraid. Hit it.

The royal atmosphere has always been upright.

But Confucius was different. As soon as the old man came out, he punched Zhao Wenhe with ritual fists, unable to lift his head. resurrection.

After this period of time, Zhao Wenhe's spirit was extinguished by Confucius.

For this reason, seeing that Confucius is weak now, what he thinks is not to directly explode the seed to seize the initiative, but to suspect what Confucius is planning.

In fact, this is also the case. On the fifth breath of Confucius' weakness, Confucius suddenly took a breath. Wen Shengren's breath was not as good as that of ordinary people, and there was no sound.Inhaling this breath is like Kuafu drinking the river, a real dragon swallowing the sky, with Confucius as the center, and the storm of more than ten levels is sucked into Confucius' mouth.

A small tornado rose from Confucius' mouth.

Then Confucius shut up, and the steel fist in his hand was much faster, fiercer and more violent than before.

Zhao Wenhe, who had long considered that Confucius was holding back, was also prepared in his heart. His attack was a Tai Chi defensive. This Tai Chi defensive was passed on to Zhao Wenhe by the Tai Chi sage You Longfeng back then. Zhao Wenhe got the essence as soon as he learned it. , The boxing method melts like a seal, and the splashed ink does not enter a drop.

But people like Confucius never disdain these small ways, smashing the sky with his punch, smashing the Tai Chi, smashing the Gang Qi, and then hitting Zhao Wenhe on the head.

Zhao Wenhe's whole body was relaxed, hard on the outside and tight on the inside, and he met Confucius' fist with his powerful qi.