I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

Chu He's Wenxin trembled suddenly, and the severe pain hit. The severe pain pointed directly at Wenhai, causing a huge wave of 10,000 meters, and Chu He almost passed out.

"Huh? Your sword is interesting."

The Ghost King didn't know that it was a heart sword, but there were very few long swords in this world that could survive his grasp.

Chu He didn't close his long sword, and went up against the current with his whole body, and suddenly, the sword intent was overwhelming.

His writing aura contained sword intent, even if he faced the ghostly aura of the Spirit Ghost King, he would never be crushed.

Countless sword intents were like daggers, cutting through the ghost spirit's defense inch by inch, covering Chu He's side, pressing down on the ghost king forcefully.

"Sword intent turning into energy? Your literary energy is also quite interesting."

The Ghost King looked at the Wen Qi in front of him, a rare look of astonishment appeared on his face, but then he put away his face and said with a light smile.

"But it's a pity, your sword intent is not half holy, so it's of no use to me."

The ghost king lightly waved his left hand, and the hissing sound of evil spirits suddenly sounded in the ghostly aura, as if countless wandering ghosts had transformed into ghosts, constantly biting Chu He's literary aura.

"Ghost spirit, how many ghost cultivators have you killed?"

Chu He cursed inwardly.

Evil spirit and ghost aura is the consciousness that belongs exclusively to ghost cultivator and ghost aura.

If it is said that sword intent transforming Qi is Confucian scholars who also practice kendo, attaching sword intent to Wen Qi makes Wen Qi more aggressive.

The evil spirit and ghost energy are powerful ghost cultivators who continue to harm similar ghost cultivators, making their consciousness attach to their own ghost energy. The ghost energy has consciousness and the ability to devour life.

On top of the ghost aura of the spirit ghost king, there are at least tens of thousands of ghost cultivators attached to it, so that such a powerful ghost aura can be condensed.

It is afraid that the ghost king killed more ghost cultivators than Chu He.

The Ghost King chuckled lightly and said lightly.

"Chu He, no one has ever survived an attack on me. I am willing to make an exception for you. As long as you can fall into ghost cultivation, as long as you are willing to help me, I can give you the same status and help me." You become the second spirit ghost king."

Chu He resisted the ghost energy with difficulty, raised his head and said with a chuckle.

"Really? Equal status?"

The Ghost King nodded.

The ghost king has the same status as the ghost emperor, but the ghost king never feels that the ghost emperor is the same as him.

From Ghost King Ling's point of view, the Ghost Emperor has only appeared a few decades longer than him. If he came to power first, the human race would have been completely wiped out.

Being able to give Chu He the same status means that he has admitted that Chu He is a person with the same talent as him, so he is willing to treat him like this.

The equal status of the Ghost King is not just about not suppressing Chu He.

The ghost world has been in civil war for hundreds of years, and the ghost king will one day go to war against the ghost emperor. If there is a second ghost king to help, there will be a total of thirteen first-rank ghost kings in the ghost world, including the ghost emperor, and none of them will be a ghost king. And Chu He's opponent.

The spirit ghost king's move is not only not to suppress Chu He, but also willing to give up half of the territory of the ghost world!

With such treatment, no matter who it is, even if it is a saint of the human race, the Spirit Ghost King cannot compromise!

Chu He chuckled and spoke slowly.

"Well, then I think it's okay..."

Hearing what Chu He said, the Ghost King was about to let go of the claws of the Heart Sword when he suddenly felt a burst of literary energy rushing toward his face.

"The wind is blowing and the water is cold. Once a strong man is gone, he will never return."

"Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles will not stay."

The classical language is very light, but the style is very strong, and the ghost king can hear it clearly.

He looked angry, and just wanted to crush the heart sword, but the claws fell, and the heart sword had disappeared.

In an instant, Chu He appeared behind the Ghost King.

At this time, the heart sword had been put away in Wenhai, and a black dull dagger appeared in Chu He's hand.

Jing Ke assassinates Qin Ge!

The Wuguang dagger stabbed at the ghost king suddenly, the ghost was full of consciousness, and when it sensed the powerful killing intent on the Wuguang dagger, screams suddenly sounded, and they kept crowding around, crazily eating the Wuguang dagger.

It's just that above the black light dagger, whenever a ghost approached, there would be a killing intent, and countless ghosts screamed and were completely annihilated.

"Chu He!"

The spirit ghost king howled angrily, and with one click of Setsuna, the spirit ghost king disappeared and appeared a hundred steps away.

The dull dagger was completely lost.

Ghost King Ling stared at Chu He with a pair of blood-colored vertical pupils, his eyes were full of murderous anger.

When the bloody vertical pupil saw the Wuguang dagger, even the Spirit Ghost King couldn't help but feel fear in his heart.

If it is said that before the phantom of the thousand-meter waterfall, the Spirit Ghost King just felt that his literary spirit was extremely strong, and he could not underestimate the enemy.

Then with the appearance of the dull dagger, he thought that Chu He could really hurt him.

Even kill him!

A dull dagger has no literary spirit, no martial spirit, no ghostly spirit, only killing intent.

Killing intent is soaring!

What would happen if he was injured by this dagger, the Spirit Ghost King didn't know, and he didn't dare to try.

"Chu He! I want to help you wholeheartedly, pity you, and don't want you to die, yet you have repeatedly lied to me! You should die!"

The Ghost King roared furiously, but just after he finished speaking, he suddenly saw the golden aura exploding in front of him again.

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning."

"Don't you see, Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair is like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening."

"To be happy in life is to be happy, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon."

"My talents are born to be useful, and my wealth is gone..."

Every time Chu He uttered a poem, the literary energy in his body gushed out crazily.

This is also the result of his current promotion to the fourth-rank talented scholar, and the infusion of sage's literary spirit, and the current literary spirit is much more than before.

In the past, you could only read the second sentence at most, and your whole body would be drained.

But now, only the fourth sentence can be read.

At the end, every word consumes twice as much energy as the former!

Chu He gritted his teeth, and there was a deathly silence in the sea of ​​literature. The four books continued to output literary energy, but he didn't even enter the literary heart, but directly entered the Chinese Qi Transformation Sword in his hand.

Literary heart, on the other hand, has already dried up.

This is his strongest sword and the last sword.

This is the first time Chu He read this poem to the fourth line, how powerful it is, Chu He himself does not know.

But, it's over.

Either you die, or I die!

Chu He roared silently, a golden vortex suddenly appeared in the mysterious sky, and then, a golden waterfall descended ten thousand meters from top to bottom!

Sword Immortal Qinglian jumped up suddenly, and the most precious wine gourd fell to the ground with a bang, smashing a hole in the ground.

"What's the situation, what's the situation, Chu He is going to be canonized?"

Above Tianxuan, a group of people were constantly discussing poetry, but they suddenly felt Xuantian's 10,000-meter golden waterfall, and suddenly fell silent.

"This is... which human race wants to be a saint?"

Someone asked in a low voice.

The Ghost King looked at the 10,000-meter golden waterfall slowly emerging behind Chu He, his blood-colored vertical pupils widened, and the pupils condensed into a small dot.