After the global recovery, I traveled through

It is indeed feasible, but since we have this strength, why not try to do better.

To create peace for all generations - the goal of peace between humans and demons that Lin Xingtao set from the beginning has never changed.

"Monkey King might as well listen to me first."

"What are you talking about? You tell me what you want to do first." The monkey king squinted his eyes and stared at the human who was not as big as his own toes but exuded amazing momentum.

Lin Xingtao smiled: "Set a small goal first. I want to be the Demon Emperor."

The little monkey king, who was stunned by the dragon's roar, woke up at this moment, and then turned his face to the sky and saw the eyes of the black dragon.

He said horrified: "Zhao, Chu Shihuang, your eyes are red! Completely red!"

The eyes of the black dragon have turned blood red since the golden color entered the golden thread of merit and the power of merit was consumed.

And because he devoured the elephant king, he became the evil dragon.

The evil dragon is a monster, not a god.

The author has something to say: Lin Xingtao, a member of the Pinkeye Reaching Party: Wang Lai acknowledges Wang Lai and allows Wang Lai to carry the whole world on his back. Join my organization!

The Monkey King reached a consensus with him.

The Legend of Laughter Organization has added another one after the Dragon King.

Little Monkey King, Old Turtle: Is this also what you expected, Taotao! (jojo meme)

Chapter 192 Shinto Merit (50)

The Monkey King waved his arm towards Lin Xingtao, and the golden thread pulled, cutting his arm bloody.

The five mountain-like fingers gathered together and turned into a mountain-like fist.

Faced with the overwhelming pressure, Lin Xingtao turned his wrist and instead stretched out his hand to make a fist.

The two fists collided hard.

Bang--

They stopped at the same time.

"Does the Monkey King really not ask me which path I want to take?"

The Monkey King's voice rumbled: "The words you once said to King Chu Lang on the banks of the Luoshui River are not only remembered by the human race."

"At that time, you were sandwiched between nearly ten thousand people and tens of thousands of soldiers. As soon as you moved forward, you didn't know that countless big monsters were watching you."

[go ahead. Countless powerful beings feel your will across thousands of mountains and rivers. ]

"To bring peace to all generations, what a big statement."

"And those words you just said to King Luo. No need to waste any more words! I, Old Sun, like to see with my own eyes!"

The sound gradually became smaller, and so did the fist that covered the sky.

Finally, with two long feathers floating in the air, the Monkey King returned to his human form, and gently touched Lin Xingtao's fist with his fist. Then he crossed his legs, sat on the ground, closed his eyes and said, "The demons of the demon clan are dissatisfied with the Human Emperor, but they are deeply afraid of you. You must have your own ideas after infiltrating the demon clan like this."

"I'm waiting for you here. If you fail, you have to fight."

Lin Xingtao didn't expect the Monkey King to be so straightforward, and all his righteous words were of no use.

He wanted to say, Monkey King, if you want your demon to survive, then you also know that I want my people to survive. If you gave the human race a chance to surrender, I will also give the demon race a chance. He wanted to say, you and I are the same. Same thing, humans and monsters have the same thing...

Finally, he picked up the golden stick and placed it on the Monkey King's knee. Then he looked at the little demon occupying a large mountain range behind the Monkey King and said: "The human race has millions of heroic souls, and the Monkey King also has millions of little demons. "Instead of millions of monkeys and monkeys.

He walked up to the little monkey king and asked, "What did you see?"

The little monkey king immediately said: "You are dead."

After saying that, he took a deep breath and moved farther away from Lin Xingtao.

Lin Xingtao stretched out his hand, pulled him in front of him again, and raised his head to the sky: "Don't look at me, look at what's in the sea of ​​monsters."

Sun Qitian, who was clearly clamoring to kill King Lang, was quite trembling under the hands of the First Emperor of Chu. He looked at it carefully and said, "Wenquxing, there is a part of Wenquxing... in the demon sea."

He turned his head and said seriously to the thoughtful Lin Xingtao: "I'm serious, Zhao Lue, you are going to die."

The black dragon's eyes were blood red, extremely ominous. The red light almost overshadowed the light of Wu Quxing.

Lin Xingtao didn't care about the little monkey king's words and just said: "We are still a little short of becoming a dragon."

He looked at the last place among the four major battlefields in the world.

South, Maurya and Wenquxing.

"King's Luck."

"The general is here!"

"Going to the south, the human race should have both civil and military skills."

——

Five days ago, humans and demons fought in the southern battlefield.

Chen Jueying wears a wide-sleeved coat. To facilitate writing, both sleeves are tied with ribbons.

But despite this, her white arms were also heavily stained with ink.

Because the ink leaked from the wound on her arm.

Wenquxingtianxing came to the world, with ink as blood.

There is literature in the blood, poetry is composed with blood, and it has extraordinary power. She wrote the verses of "National Memorial" dipped in blood, and each word hung across the air, forming a dragnet.

Her eyes were also as dark as ink, like a pool of dark well water.

As thousands of literati sing together, in the south, if any bird dares to fly high, it will be caught in a snare.

Forbidden air! This was Chen Jueying's big advantage against the Peacock King in the south.

When Mr. Peacock threw away Princess Leopard's body with a smile, Chen Jueying had no expression on her face, and no one knew the anger in her heart.

She glanced at the sky, and the darkness in her eyes seemed to be ignited.

Wenquxing beats according to her heart, instructing thousands of literati to raise their brushes together.

Crash-the white paper rolled up in the air, stretching for thousands of miles.

When there is dance and writing, flowers bloom in the pen.

The four big characters "Undying" were blooming like flowers on the opposite side of the demon clan, sealing off the entire battlefield, causing the demons on the edge who had no time to retreat to clinch their feathers.

Under the starlight, everyone's face was heavy and condensed, making Mr. Peacock's smile particularly frivolous and inappropriate.

"Miss Chen is really disrespectful." Mr. Peacock put away the feather fan and saw that the broken body of Princess Leopard was once again cut into pieces, and his face became a little ugly, "Why is Miss Chen so obsessed with killing monsters? You are from the rank of General. Doesn’t the family want to gain fame by killing monsters? Or does it want to win one or two positions for these great scholars?”

Chen Jueying still had a cold face. When many birds swarmed up, she spoke: "Don't talk about the matter of making a marquis. One general will accomplish everything!"

As if there were countless bones surrounding the city, endless killing intent swept down from the slightly downward corners of Chen Jueying's lips and filled the entire battlefield.

The attacking monster seemed to be strangled by its neck, and its high-pitched screams were all annihilated in its throat.

Creaking, creaking——

The bird flapped its wings feebly and was forcibly lifted into the air.

Chen Jueying said: "Four hundred years ago, His Majesty the First Emperor once said that scholars were cowardly and no one dared to stand up against the imperial master."

[The imperial masters are in chaos, but the descendants of the prime minister who have set an example for the literati dare not stand up, so that the literati in Dalin are all cowardly and cowardly rats. ]

"But he also said that the power of thousands of literati is not inferior to the army."

"The literati of Da Chu are not only talking nonsense and harming the country. We can also write poems and protect our country."

"It's time to serve the country!"

The literati shouted in unison, the music was played with stars, and sharp swords flew out from the literati's throats, stabbing the captured birds in the air with an unstoppable force.

This is the power that Wenquxing brings to the powerless literati: verbal and verbal attack.

The Peacock King suddenly opened his tail, bright light flowed, and every feather swaggered to block the sharp sword.

However, with the continuous sound of "ho", the literati all spit out blood. The little sword was stained with this layer of blood, and it became more and more indomitable.

The mouth of a literati has always killed people invisibly, and there is also a bad saying that it is a mouthful of blood.

Chen Jueying's face also turned a little pale, but she did not cry out in pain, nor did she wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth. ∴思∴Rabbit∴网∴

She raised her head and looked at the small sword piercing the bodies of countless birds, showing a smile that was as cold as snow.

"Among the demon clan, I hate birds the most."

The hawks dragged the ground feebly, the white cranes tilted their blood-stained wings, and the black eagles dropped their black feathers all over the sky.

She quickly stopped her short-lived smile and asked the Peacock King and the Peacock Master, "Aren't you two going to take action?"

As she spoke, she looked to the west with worry in her eyes.

On the sixth day, all the birds brought by the Mauryan King were killed.

"In fact, on the second day, they were almost dead." Mr. Peacock said.

"But until now, she has been trapped here." Lin Xingtao continued.

In the distance, Chen Jueying was still writing furiously, her face was as pale as ice and snow, and her clothes were wet with sweat.

The literati behind her also had a hard time. Their physical fitness was not as good as that of the warriors. After a long battle, even with the blessing of Wen Quxing, they all fell to the ground from exhaustion and were extremely weak.

"That's natural. My father is also a great demon king. Are you looking down on us? She was too anxious on the first day. Maybe she wanted to go to the west to save her lover." Mr. Peacock said the word "lover" in his mouth. Li bit back, "That's Zhang Jiren who was killed by you - you came here and you really killed him, right? As a result, she was unable to succeed and was restrained by my father and I."

"But Chen Jueying is really powerful. Even if she was trapped, she managed to make all the humans behind her die."

——No one died.

Lin Xingtao couldn't help but feel moved.

After Chen Jueying died, the scholar was weak, but there was no body. And depending on the situation, she can still hold on for a long time.

Mr. Peacock looked at Chen Jueying with admiration in his eyes.

"To be honest, she almost succeeded in breaking through several times. But - Little Dragon King, if she was willing to let hundreds of scholars behind her die, then she would have been able to get out of trouble and save Zhang Jiren."

"She made such a choice between Zhang Jiren and the scholar, and she doesn't know how Zhang Jiren felt when he died."

Lin Xingtao's heart moved.

"Oh, God has blessed the Chen family so much. There are Seven Killing Stars and Wenqu Stars, and the birth of Chen Jueying's Heavenly Star is so extraordinary."

"I once heard my father say that the last time the Wenquxingtianxing of the human race came to the world, he was a prime minister when he was in court, but that prime minister could not command the world's literati like Chen Jueying. Taking advantage of literary talent, he even failed to educate his own descendants, and actually abandoned literature and went into business. "

Mr. Peacock praised Chen Jueying a lot, but there was no regret for the dead monster in his words. He was just as indifferent as when he watched Princess Leopard die in front of him.

After a while, he suddenly asked: "What on earth did you come here for? You asked me so many weird questions and you didn't try to kill her to take the credit. You didn't come here to see my joke, did you?"

"No. I'm here to save your life." Lin Xingtao said casually and turned towards the human race.

Mr. Peacock slapped his fan and laughed: "Well, Chen Jueying couldn't save Zhang Jiren, but the little dragon king who killed Zhang Jiren came to save Mr. Peacock's life - Miss Chen! Did you hear that? He is dead, Don’t even think about saving him!”

Chen Jueying's fingers paused, and the brush spread ink on the paper, trembling unintentionally. After a moment of silence, she asked softly: "You are the Little Dragon King, did you kill him?"

Lin Xingtao replied: "Yes."

"Did he say anything when he died?"

"He said that everyone should not die, and then he cried miserably."

"... He is indeed a person who can cry. He is afraid of pain, and he cries especially hard when he is in pain. If his ancestors saw it, they would definitely feel ashamed."

Chen Jueying slowly lowered her head.

She raised her head suddenly and said sternly: "If Wenquxing still has the power to learn from history, you must taste the pain of his death!!!"

She threw all her writings into the sky, and her red eyes flashed behind the black and white words.

"The lineage of Chen Wenxuan, the descendant of General Chen Kele of the Great Chu State, is the contemporary Wenquxing. The Wenquxing has descended to the world. Chen Jueying, the eldest daughter of the Chen family, respectfully informs all the monster races." Her voice was hoarse, and she closed her eyes, but she continued, "Now that things have come to this, the monster race will repay blood for the killings committed in other battlefields where I am.