My Demon Queen

Chapter 150 All parties gathered

"What? Master Kong is already a strong man who has reached the half-step ascending realm?"

Long Aotian looked at Gu Shuchen in shock, his heart full of doubt, and he seemed not to believe it.

In his memory, the powerhouses at the half-step Ascension Realm were unfathomable and could easily crush the powerhouses at the peak of the Tribulation Realm. And the powerhouses at the complete Ascension Realm were even more powerful to the point that they could regard the powerhouses at the peak of the Tribulation Realm as ants.

The gap between the two is so huge, just like a cultivator at the peak of tribulation encountering a cultivator at the Qi Refining stage. This is the horror of the Ascension Realm.

He couldn't help but worry: If it is true as Gu Shuchen said, then the balance between the demon race and the human race will be controlled by the human race. What will be the future of the demon race?

Gu Shuchen glanced at Long Aotian indifferently. At this moment, he was no longer the elegant young man, nor was he the scholar who devoted himself to the world. Instead, he was completely possessed by the devil and became a devil cultivator who only cared about himself.

"What a fuss! The Demon Queen is also half a step away from ascending..."

When Gu Shuchen said this, his mind couldn't help but emerge with the scene of Mo Qingcheng attacking him in the demon clan that day, as well as the pressure Mo Ruxue had exerted on him just now. At this moment, there was a hint of anger on his handsome face.

He thought angrily in his heart: Mo Qingcheng, when I grow up in the future, I will let you know how blind you were at that time, and I will let you know that only I can have you!

Long Aotian was completely stunned and stood there, feeling heavy-hearted: It seems that the demon race is the only one that is standing still.

He shook his head, trying to calm down, thinking to himself: I must pass this news to my father. For the demon race, the balance has been completely broken. I must come up with a response plan as soon as possible and not let the demon race fall into crisis.

Xiao Lin just listened quietly without any thoughts. He just firmly believed that his master was no worse than them. In time, the Wulin Holy Land would also have a strong man who could reach the half-step ascending realm.

He prayed silently: Master, please make a breakthrough soon.

Just as everyone was thinking about their own things, several cracks appeared in the sky.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and in the blink of an eye, several figures appeared before their eyes.

"master!"

"Master!"

"Father."

As they saw who was coming, the younger generations all looked at the person they respected the most.

"Aotian, what happened?"

A tall and burly man wearing armor shining with cold light appeared in front of Long Aotian like a flash of lightning.

This person is Long Aotian’s father and also the patriarch of the dragon clan—Long Qingshan.

His broad shoulders seemed to be able to carry the whole world, and his resolute face was like it was carved with an axe or knife, with hard lines and sharp edges.

His thick sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples like two sharp swords, highlighting his majesty.

A pair of bright eyes, like the bright cold stars in the night sky, are deep and sharp, making people dare not look into them.

Under his high nose bridge, his tightly pursed lips revealed his inner anxiety and worry at the moment.

"Xiao Lin, are you okay?"

A man dressed in snow-white, soft and flowing white clothes teleported in front of Xiao Lin like the breeze.

This person is none other than the current Holy Lord of the Holy Land of Martial Arts—Bai Feiyu.

His face was as gentle as jade, and his fair skin was like fine mutton-fat jade, with a faint luster.

Under the curved eyebrows are a pair of narrow and bright eyes, like a clear lake, deep and tranquil, making people unconsciously intoxicated.

The straight nose bridge fits perfectly on the face, adding a sense of three-dimensionality.

Her thin lips are slightly raised, always with a gentle smile, giving people a feeling like a spring breeze.

"Shuchen, you..."

Mr. Kong stood in front of Gu Shuchen, his old face full of solemnity.

His figure was slightly hunched, but he still exuded a calm demeanor.

The years have carved deep wrinkles on his face, and each wrinkle seems to tell a story of vicissitudes of life.

Although his eyes are no longer clear and bright, they contain endless wisdom and experience.

His sparse white hair was neatly combed behind his head, and his beard was gray, fluttering slightly in the wind.

"Qingqing, are you hurt?"

A woman in a fiery red phoenix robe appeared out of nowhere in front of Feng Qingqing like a ball of blazing flame.

This person is the patriarch of the Phoenix clan, Fenghuang Xue.

She had a graceful figure and exquisite curves, and the golden phoenix embroidered on her phoenix robe was lifelike, as if it would spread its wings and fly high at any time.

Her face is as beautiful as a flower, and her skin is whiter than snow and as smooth as a baby's.

A pair of beautiful eyes are as bright and moving as autumn water, with slightly upturned corners, revealing a bit of charm.

The cherry-like lips are rosy without any lipstick, and the slightly upturned corners of the mouth carry a hint of concern.

Then, several young people could not wait to tell their respective masters and relatives what they had seen and heard.

After the bosses heard this, their faces were all filled with solemnity and their brows were furrowed, as if a heavy burden was placed on their hearts.

Only Confucius kept staring at Gu Shuchen without blinking, remaining silent.

He did not show the slightest sign of urgency, but his expression was extremely solemn, with deep worry in his eyes.

Because Confucius was keenly aware of the dangerous aura emanating from his disciple, which was already showing ominous signs of going astray, his heart felt as if being weighed down by a huge rock, heavy and anxious.

When everyone was ready to break the confinement, they were shocked to find that this confinement was actually formed by the mysterious power of heaven and earth.

Upon seeing this, Confucius casually waved his hand lightly, and the seemingly indestructible confinement instantly shattered like fragile thin ice.

"It turned out to be Confucius. I was so anxious just now that I didn't notice it."

When Bai Feiyu saw Master Kong break the restraints with such a light wave, a trace of disbelief and surprise first flashed in his eyes. Then he looked carefully at the person who came and hurriedly clasped his fists and bowed deeply respectfully.

When the other big guys heard that it was Confucius, they turned around in a panic and saluted with their fists.

The reason is simple. Confucius' status is not only far superior to everyone present in terms of cultivation, but also because he is old and virtuous, and is the oldest among them.

"It's okay, everyone. Would you like to go with me?" Confucius turned slightly and spoke politely to everyone with a gentle expression on his face.

"I am willing to accompany Master Kong." Bai Feiyu took a step forward without hesitation and said firmly.

Long Qingshan and Fenghuang Xue looked at each other and then nodded to indicate that they had no objection.

Confucius slowly turned his head, his eyes swept over several juniors one by one, and finally fixed on Gu Shuchen. He looked at him deeply, sighed softly, and said:

"You guys come too."

As soon as he finished speaking, Confucius disappeared like a ghost. Others did not dare to neglect him and followed Confucius to the battlefield with their juniors.

on the battlefield

The True Spirit keenly felt the people who had just arrived here through the Fairyland of Creation, and his heart was suddenly shaken, filled with shock.

But soon, he forced himself to calm down, turned his gaze to Mo Qingcheng who was still staring at him, and thought secretly: It seems that I can only use the last resort, since the talks broke down, then... At this moment, a hint of determination and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.