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Chu He's literary spirit is so strong that he even got involved in the violent ghost spirit in Huangquan.

Chu He sighed in his heart, who would have imagined that a mere fifth-rank talent could burst out with the literary spirit of a third-rank Confucian.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone kept saying that the talented man was fine, he wouldn't have used all his strength just now, leading to the embarrassing situation now.

But things have happened, and it's useless to think about it.

Chu He restrained his literary qi so much that he didn't even use his literary qi to protect his body, and only used his literary heart to resist.

It is different from directly injecting the ghost gas outside the body. It will take a while to invade the body from outside the body.

During this period of time, it is enough to resist with Wenxin.

After a while, the berserk ghostly aura continued to blow, and it slowly dissipated without noticing the powerful literary aura just now.

"I didn't expect the ghost aura in this ghost domain to be spiritual. It can actively detect the powerful literary aura and destroy it. I'm afraid this is the strength of the ghost fairy."

"Even though the ghost immortal is dead, the ghost energy in his body is still constantly looking for people with literary energy and destroying them."

"It is estimated that the saint's literary spirit is also the same."

After finally surviving the berserk ghost energy, Chu He slowly released the mighty righteous energy to protect his body, dispelling the ghost energy attached to it.

But for a moment, his whole body was full of ghost aura, from the outside, he was no different from a ghost cultivator.

Dispelling the ghost energy, Chu He sighed softly, found the direction, and stepped forward.

Beyond the ghost domain, on the Mountain of Two Realms.

A powerful ghost cultivator slowly opened his eyes.

During Setsuna, ghostly aura filled half of Liangjie Mountain.

The ghost cultivators serving below were all shocked.

In front of them is the most powerful spirit ghost king in the ghost world, the only existence that can fight against the emperor of the ghost world.

At the same time, the Ghost King is also the only person who is qualified to replace the Ghost Emperor to supervise the ghost domain.

Why is such a being suddenly angry?

One of the ghost commanders stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

"Master Ghost King, what happened?"

"I can feel it. There are third-rank Confucian scholars in the ghost domain."

The Ghost King opened his mouth slowly, his blood-red vertical pupils constantly scanning his surroundings.

The ghost handsome breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice: "It's just a third-rank scholar of the human race, and he will be wiped out by ghosts and ghosts in a short time. There is no need for the ghost king to be angry."

"No, I feel the existence of killing my son, and the aura emanates from him."

Guishuai suddenly opened his eyes wide, and said in disbelief: "Chu He? He has been infected with ghost energy, how can he burst out with the literary energy of a third-rank Confucian?"

Ghost King Ling glanced at Gui Shuai.

Guishuai suddenly felt that the sky was collapsing and the ground was falling, his body was trembling constantly, exuding a ghostly aura.

Just one glance almost shattered Gui Shuai's ghostly aura.

The ghost handsome threw his head on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly and said, "I know my mistake, I shouldn't mention that one, please don't worry, ghost king, I will dissipate my ghost energy, become a ghost, and arrest that Chu He with my own hands."

There was a sympathy in the eyes of the handsome ghosts who served around him.

With just one glance, the ghost aura was almost shattered, and the ghost aura had to dissipate on its own. It was really pitiful to fall from a second-rank ghost handsome to a fourth-rank fierce ghost.

But this is under the ghost king's tent, the ghost king is moody, and once he gets angry, he will be shattered. I don't know how many ghost cultivators, even if he is a ghost commander, he is no different from an ordinary wandering soul in front of the ghost king.

"No, I'll go myself."

A gleam of joy appeared in Guishuai's heart, but he didn't dare to show it, he quickly answered, "How can Lord Ghost King come forward for such a trivial matter, please rest assured, Lord Ghost King, I will definitely... ah!"

Guishuai suddenly let out a scream, the sound resounded for ten miles, and there was a sharp ghost energy in the voice, which shattered all the wandering souls within ten miles.

The rest of the ghost cultivators were shocked, and quickly knelt down and kowtowed, begging the ghost king to calm down.

After a while, the ghost king slowly closed his eyes, while the ghost cultivator got up from the ground and opened his eyes.

Ordinary ghost eyes, but turned into blood red vertical pupils.

Soul distracted.

The ghost king raised his hand, looked at distracted body, his ghostly aura slowly dissipated, and his realm gradually dropped.

It didn't stop until it fell to the fourth rank of Li Gui.

"When I go, you wait to watch Huangquan, if something happens, you will all be scattered."

A group of handsome ghosts kowtowed in response.

The Ghost King snorted coldly, and threw himself into the light curtain in front of him.

Chu He, who was walking, suddenly noticed the change in the literary and ghostly energy between the heaven and the earth, and suddenly raised his head.

"The heavenly, earthly, and ghostly energy seems to gather in one direction in an instant."

Chu He narrowed his eyes, feeling a sense of foreboding in his heart.

Just having no idea, Chu He continued to move forward.

After another kilometer or so, Chu He suddenly quickened his pace when he came out of the yew forest.

A hundred steps away in front of him, there was a burst of literary and ghostly aura.

The light of Feng Zishu and others is pointing forward.

After running a hundred steps, Feng Zishu's voice suddenly came.

"Fang Yi! If you don't use your box bottom, we will all die here!"

"I don't even have the bottom of the box, what's left is life-saving stuff, Zhang Heng! Hurry up!"

"I have broken three cultural treasures just now, do you really think my Zhang family is making money?"

Feng Zishu and the others were entangled by more than a dozen fourth-rank ghosts.

When Chu He saw several people, Feng Zishu and others also saw Chu He.

One of the fourth-rank ghosts turned his head and said with a smirk, "I found another fifth-rank Confucian scholar. Brothers, I'm going to feast on my mouth today!"

At that moment, two fourth-rank ghost cultivators broke away from Feng Zishu and the others, bursting with ghostly aura, and rushed towards Chu He.

Feng Zishu and the others quickly shouted: "Chu He! Hurry up! These are fourth-rank ghost cultivators, you are no match!"

The two fourth-rank ghost cultivators surrounded Chu He, laughed and said, "Want to run? Ask us first!"

Fang Yi's face changed suddenly, and he took out a cultural treasure from his pocket, and shouted a sentence in classical Chinese, "Your silence is strange!"

Then Wen Bao was thrown towards Chu He.

Wen Bao burst out with energy, turning into a bowl shape, and buckling Chu He upside down.

Zhang Heng took out an accessory from the neckline and said angrily, "If this cultural treasure is not useless, then we are completely useless!"

A sentence of classical Chinese was read, the accessory was full of literary spirit, and it gave birth to countless righteous spirits, surrounding several people around it.

Once a few fourth-rank ghost cultivators touched the awe-inspiring righteousness, they roared in pain as if they were being burned.

The leading ghost cultivator shouted loudly: "Come back quickly, I've seen this before, this human cultural treasure can only last for a quarter of an hour at most, after a quarter of an hour, they will all die!"

When Zhang Heng and the others heard it, their faces were extremely ugly, and they sighed.

"Several, it seems that we are going to die here today."

Feng Zishu said with a sigh.

"What the hell, why are you so unlucky, you have encountered so many ghost cultivators before you have walked a few steps, I have come here twice but never encountered them once."

"Oh, it's just a pity that Chu He is unlucky with us."

Feng Zishu looked at Chu He with a sad face.

"Huh? Where's Chu He?"