I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

It was only when they turned their heads that Mu Yingjin didn't follow and stayed at the entrance of the cave.

After thinking about it suddenly, Feng Zishu realized that Mu Yingjin didn't seem to mention his position at all when he ordered just now.

Could it be that?

"Feng Zishu, these are the treasures of Confucianism in our country's Scholars Academy. I will give them to you now. If you can't send them out, you can kill yourself."

While speaking, Mu Yingjin threw out a cultural treasure full of culture.

Feng Zishu quickly picked it up, surprised.

"The Great Confucian Mantra!"

Great Confucian mantras are classical Chinese that can only be written by great Confucianists of the third grade or above. Every piece of classical Chinese contains the great Confucian's pursuit of Confucianism and Taoism.

Great Confucian mantras, even great Confucians, can only write three articles a year.

With a mantra of great Confucianism in hand, as long as they don't encounter third-rank ghost generals, everyone in Feng Zishu will not be in any danger.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Yingjin held a long sword and chased in the direction Chu He left.

"This lunatic... No, these two lunatics..."

Even Zhang Heng, the craziest among the three, couldn't help being dumbfounded when he saw this situation.

Feng Zishu sighed, shook his head and said.

"Let's go, this is the opportunity Chu He and Mu Yingjin created for us, we have to get out safely."

Fang Yi said suddenly.

"Not only must it be safe, but it must be fast. As long as we drive out of Liangjie Mountain within an hour and report to Daru quickly, they may still insist on waiting for Daru's assistance."

"One hour……"

When everyone heard this, they shook their heads slightly.

Can they really hold out for an hour?

How strong can two fourth-rank talents face the Spirit Ghost King?

Chu He vented outward like he didn't want money.

Not far away, the ghostly aura covering the sky and the sun was already thick like a wave, rushing towards Chu He.

After Chu He ran wildly for ten miles, a figure appeared in the sky in front of him.

He was dressed in a black robe, with a fair face, and a pair of blood-colored vertical pupils revealed his identity.

Ghost King.

Chu He looked up at the Ghost King, and the Ghost King looked down at Chu He.

A moment later, the Ghost King sneered and said flatly.

"You can't protect yourself, and you still have the time to help your teammates go first?"

Chu He chuckled.

"To die alone is to die, to die to a group is also to die, but if only I die, at least I can still make some contributions."

What King Linggui said was naturally Feng Zishu's group of people.

"It's interesting, it seems that you have recognized your situation."

The Ghost King said, looking at Chu He, his eyes were full of appreciation.

"Chu He, I will give you a chance. As long as you are willing to fall into my ghost cultivation, I will give you the status of adopted son. In the future, you will become the king of ghosts."

Chu He laughed.

"Why, don't you want to avenge your adopted son?"

The Ghost King snorted coldly and said lightly.

"The adopted son is just an identity. The potential of the adopted son should be in the second-rank ghost commander, but there is no shortage of second-rank ghost commanders around me. I need the first-rank ghost king to help me."

"Your potential is far greater than that adopted son. If you can't use it for me, it must be a serious problem for me in the future. Otherwise, why do you think I want to kill you? Just because of a adopted son?"

Chu He looked at the Ghost King from a distance and smiled.

"It seems that I should also be grateful for my potential."

"Naturally." The Ghost King's eyes were full of confidence.

Chu He shook his head and said.

"I agree to agree, but I have one condition."

A gleam of joy appeared in the eyes of the Ghost King, and he asked.

"Any conditions, I can try my best to promise you."

"requirement is……"

Chu He chuckled and read a piece of classical Chinese slowly.

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky..."

In the Setsuna room, sand and rocks were flying, and the wind was blowing wildly.

Chu He held the heart sword, and his whole body's energy climbed to the peak in an instant, completely erupting.

This is the first time he has used this classical Chinese after regaining his strength.

This is not the same as in the Blood Moon Cave. In the Blood Moon Cave, there is a saint's cultural energy to help out. Now he only relies on his own literary energy, and his strength should be weaker.

But even if it's bad, it's not that bad.

There was a muffled thunder in the sky, and in an instant, the entire sky was pierced by sword intent, and the ghostly aura of the Spirit Ghost King covering the sky was torn apart, forming a cirrus cloud above Chu He's head.

Wenqi cirrus cloud and shrouding ghost Qi fight against each other, one gold and one black, just like the battle between the sun and the night.

Chu He raised his long sword and pointed it directly at the ghost king, his literary heart surged wildly, and the sea of ​​literature set off a huge wave.

Xinjian Wusu Wumo sang on its own, faintly aware of the meaning of excitement.

It doesn't care who the enemy in front of it is, it only feels the power of this classical Chinese.

In the sky, the image of the waterfall appeared faintly, but it was not as real as before, only a ghost image.

Chu He chuckled.

His literary spirit is already like this, without the blessing of the saint, how could it be possible to trigger the appearance of the saint every time.

But that's enough.

The reason he said the conditions was to make the Spirit Ghost King relax, even if he only relaxed for a moment, it was a one-in-a-million chance for him.

And he had fought against Li Lin who was at the top of the first rank, so he knew it in his heart.

Facing an enemy at the level of the Ghost King Ling, it is completely useless to drag around and delay time. There is no other way than to use the strongest sword intent classical Chinese from the beginning.

In the blink of an eye, Chu He came with a thousand-meter waterfall, and rushed towards the Spirit Ghost King.

Ghost King Ling raised his head slowly, looking at the top of Chu He's head.

He was above Chu He before, but now Chu He's phantom of sword intent is above him.

From the phantom, he felt a strong literary spirit similar to a second-rank Confucian, as well as a powerful sword intent.

Sword repair is not among martial arts, there is no rank.

But sword cultivators never think of themselves as martial arts cultivators, they only think that they are pursuing a completely different path from martial arts cultivators.

They don't need grades either, they just need a sword in their hands.

"Hehe, as expected of you, Chu He."

The Ghost King chuckled, slowly stretched out his right hand, and grabbed Chu He's heart sword Wusu.

The heart sword and the black claw made a piercing and sharp cry, and Chu He felt a sudden pain in his heart.

The Ghost King can hurt Xinjian Wusu!

This is the heart sword! Not an ordinary long sword.

The heart sword is born from Wenxin, as strong as the Wenxin is, the heart sword born is as strong as it is, destroying a heart sword is equivalent to directly destroying that person's Wenxin.

Chu He was slightly startled, but he was still expecting it, and suddenly went away with all his manners, bombarding the ghost king,

"Do you think that even if your sword can't break through, can your literary spirit hurt me?"

The Ghost King laughed softly, his ghostly aura exploded, forcefully forcing Chu He's literary aura back.

The heart sword collided with the black claw, and the black claw slowly bent, and unexpectedly grabbed the heart sword abruptly.

Afterwards, the Spirit Ghost King grabbed it hard, and a ferocious cry resounded from the heart sword.