I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

Chu He watched the two sitting cross-legged on the pillar, a thought suddenly came to his mind, and he said with a smile.

"Let's go, Brother Feng, it's okay anyway, it's good to enjoy the pleasure of absorbing the blood moon spar."

Feng Zishu narrowed his eyes and asked.

Chu He shook his head slightly, and sat on the pillar by himself.

Sitting cross-legged, Chu He didn't miss a moment, and quickly sank into Wen Hai.

Above the sea of ​​literature, you can look at yourself.

Now his literary spirit has far surpassed the fourth rank, comparable to the third rank, and he is afraid that he can break through in the first line.

His literary talents are already well-known all over the world, and his literary fame is not lacking. With the blood moon spar, he can break through to the fourth-rank realm in a short time.

Above Wenhai, the four books in Water Margin and Heavenly Dragon Fight Po Xuezhong slowly opened, like a whale swallowing the sea, frantically absorbing the breath in the blood moon spar.

Ripples of purple light emerged, formed purple air, and entered the Wenhai.

The purple energy was huge, and even Wen Hai was gradually stained purple.

Outside, Li Lin suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Chu He.

The three of Feng Zishu also watched in disbelief.

All around Chu He, huge purple energy gushed out from the Blood Moon Crystal Pillar and entered Chu He's body crazily.

It's like swallowing everything!

"His absorption speed is a bit scary."

Fang Yi murmured.

The speed at which he absorbed the blood moon spar, but only a trace of purple air slowly entered his body.

The combined absorption speed of the three of them can't compare to Chu He's absorption speed!

Li Lin looked at Chu He with interest and said with a smile.

"It's interesting, when I absorbed purple energy when I was a first-class Confucian, the purple energy I absorbed was no more than a small stream, but Chu He absorbed it at a speed like a big river."

"From this point of view, Chu He should be more talented than me."

"It's just a pity, Chu He is only a fourth rank, so he can't study here, and he can't be famous in literature. After a long time, he will slowly regress."

"If Chu He came in when he was a great Confucian, I'm afraid the possibility of becoming a saint is greater than me."

"It's a pity, it's a pity."

Li Lin said, slowly closing his eyes.

A flash of sharpness flashed in Feng Zishu's eyes, and he glanced at Li Lin from the corner of his eye.

Li Lin didn't move, Feng Zishu slowly closed his eyes.

"Let's practice too. It's not as good as Chu He's. At least it can prolong our lifespan."

Fang Yi said with a light smile.

The three continued to practice with their eyes closed.

In Wenhai, Chu He looked up at Wenhai sky, a little dumbfounded.

The sky above Wenhai was originally blue and cloudless, but now there is a big hole in it.

From the crack, a huge waterfall of purple air descended from the sky and poured into Wenhai.

The entire Wenhai was churning up and down, setting off a thousand-meter huge wave, which continued to beat down.

And the four books in the air seem to have spirituality, and they independently intercept one of them and inject them into it.

Could it be that this is of great benefit to the book spirit in his book?

Chu He was overjoyed, and sat cross-legged on Wen Hai, trying his best to absorb it.

After an unknown amount of time, Chu He only heard a click in Wen Haizhong.

Chu He opened his eyes, but was taken aback by the scene in front of him.

The sea of ​​literature that had set off huge waves had now completely solidified, as if it had been completely frozen, forming a large expanse of purple.

Some places protrude slowly, condensing into something like a blood moon spar.

The place where the opening was originally opened has formed a blood moon crystal pillar that runs through the sky and the earth. It is not as thick as the pillars outside, but it is the same.

What's going on here, Wen Hai won't be in trouble.

Chu He was taken aback, and quickly circulated his energy.

Wenqi is still functioning, there is no difference.

As soon as Setsuna was running, the whole Wenhai emitted a blinding white light, forcing Chu He out forcefully.

Outside, Feng Zishu felt the gentleness around him, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at Chu He in disbelief.

Li Lin had already stood up, standing not far away with his hands behind his back, with a complicated look in his eyes.

On the top of Chu He's head, a large group of literary energy condensed here, forming a huge vortex, continuously pouring into Chu He's body.

Fang Yi asked Li Lin in surprise.

"Senior, what's going on?"

Li Lin said with a slight smile.

"He's about to be promoted. I didn't expect him to be able to attract the violent spirit in the ghost domain here. Through the blood moon spar, he can expel the violent spirit inside and use it for his own use."

Feng Zishu kept looking at Li Lin from the corner of his eye.

Zhang Heng asked in surprise: "Will there be any problems with him like this? Will such a huge literary spirit burst his literary heart?"

Li Lin shook his head and said.

"I have never seen such a huge literary spirit, even when I broke through to the first rank at the second rank, it was nothing more than that."

"However, I think, Chu He should have more bad luck than good luck."

While speaking, there was a touch of regret in Li Lin's words.

While the few people were talking, Chu He was feeling his body.

He couldn't hold on to the influx of huge cultural energy, his whole body was full of cultural energy, almost condensed into substance.

If this continues, his heart will be broken!

Chu He was anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

Just suddenly, a voice sounded in Chu He's mind.

"The way a husband behaves in the world, that is, the art of adapting to the situation, can he be paranoid? The way of using soldiers is the same. It is all about adapting to the situation."

The sound sounded, and in an instant, every part of Chu He's whole body seemed to come alive, Wen Xin vibrated, and the influx of Wen Qi continued to increase.

All the literary energy gathers in the literary heart, condenses into a drop, and slowly enters the literary heart.

And around that drop of Wen Qi, Wen Qi keeps gathering and filling it.

"This is the voice of the sage of the Sima family!"

Zhang Heng screamed out.

The sound sounded, and the entire Blood Moon Cave could hear it clearly.

Li Lin stood aside, stunned.

After a while, Li Lin seemed to realize something suddenly, and muttered in his mouth.

"It turned out to be like this, it turned out to be like this, is it like this?"

The voices of saints were all around, Fang Yi and Zhang Heng didn't pay attention, only Feng Zishu, who had been paying attention all the time, noticed, and slowly opened some distance.

After a long time, the drop of literary energy in Chu Hewen's heart seemed to be finally satisfied, and the influx of literary energy slowly descended.

Afterwards, the cultural energy in Chu He's body exploded suddenly, rushing towards the surroundings.

The breath slowly spread out.

Four grades of famous talents!

Chu He slowly opened his eyes, seeing the shock in the eyes of the people in front of him, he chuckled.

He stood up slowly, but heard a series of explosions in his body.

The blood moon spar not only helped him break through the fourth-rank realm, but also sharpened his entire body.

His current physical strength is comparable to that of the stone demon general known for his toughness!

As long as the Confucian of the second rank does not use his whole body's literary energy to destroy him, the rest of the second rank and below, no matter what, it is impossible to hurt him with a simple sword!

With my current strength, I should be able to face the second-rank Confucianism head-on. Even if I lose, I will definitely not die.

Chu He thought to himself.

But he didn't forget the most important thing.

He raised his head and looked at Li Lin.

Li Lin also raised his head and said.

"So that's the case, I completely understand."