Chapter 2581

The figure without stator appeared at the peak of Wuding mountain. Coldly, Gu Shiying, who was on the opposite book mountain, stood with his back, with a bit of publicity and strength.

"Just as the so-called treasure has the ability to live in it, if the spring and autumn pen lies well among your Confucianism, I will never make up my mind, but now that it has been left out, it shows that the fate between the spring and autumn pen and you has ended. In that case, why not let go as soon as possible!" He stood with his hands behind his back, with a funny smile on his face and a vicious smile.

"Shameless!"

"Shameless!"

Many children of Confucianism are furious and speak with high sounding. If the spring and autumn pen is among the Confucianism, he won't dare to kill and seize it.

"In that case, let's rely on our own means. If you die here then, don't blame us!" Gu Shiying said coldly.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" Wustator laughed and looked a little cold, "I'm not this time. He can't afford to fail. If he succeeds, his position in the Confucian school will advance by leaps and bounds, and he will become the new master of the spring and autumn pen. At that time, who can surpass him except the king of Confucianism.

But once he fails, he will not only lose the spring and autumn ratio, but also become a sinner of Confucianism. The best artifact such as the spring and autumn pen falls into the hands of Wuding theology. It is very difficult for Confucianism to get it back.

What originally belongs to Confucianism is only based on some grounds, but it is impossible to let the undecided deity give up.

Therefore, whether we succeed or not, we can only fight with all our strength.

The mighty spirit was released above the book mountain. Countless arrays were opened and ready to enter the combat state.

The same is true of Wuding mountain opposite. Countless arrays are opened one after another, and the mana fluctuates. The Star River loses its color at this moment. It looks extremely dim and the space fluctuates violently.

"Do it!"

I don't know who shouted. Countless arrays on the mountain spewed out a torrent of energy and roared towards the Wuding mountain opposite. At the same time, many children of Confucianism and many experts who invited to help boxing flew up one after another.

For a moment, the whole site seemed to incarnate into an ancient battlefield. In the middle of the battlefield, the battle flag was flying and looked like a golden iron horse. Countless Manas fluctuated in an instant. This is a divine war, not an easy divine war, just like a divine war of the pig God at dusk. (to be continued.)