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Gongsun Sheng shouted sharply.

The Seven Star Sword left another hole in Wang Wu's body.

At this time, Wang Wu was so weak that he couldn't even heal the wound.

Gongsun Sheng saw the timing, and suddenly threw a handful of soybeans in his hand.

He recited the mantra, and these soybeans turned into yellow turban wrestlers and held down Wang Wu who was almost exhausted.

"Scattering beans into soldiers!" Uncle Fu turned pale with shock. He had only seen such Taoist supernatural powers used by the Taoist True Monarch of the Heavenly Dao Sect.

How could he, a small seventh-grade book spirit, display it?

"My lord, kill it with awe-inspiring righteousness!" Gongsun Sheng pinched the seal formula with his hands, and a thin layer of sweat adhered to his forehead.

It is extremely difficult for him to fight against the sixth rank with seven ranks, even though he has many means.

In the realm of the seventh rank, he casts beans into soldiers. If he releases his fingerprints, this ghost will immediately get out of trouble!

"A mere eighth-rank realm, you can't kill me!"

"You guys should just give up!"

Wang Wu is still clamoring, his eyes are bloodshot, as long as he gets out of trouble, he will definitely kill a river of blood to relieve the hatred in his heart!

"Who said I can't kill you!"

Chu He simply threw away the White Dragon Spear, using his literary energy to condense into a three-foot green spear.

He chanted in his mouth: "The house is full of flowers and drunk, and three thousand guests are drunk, and one sword is frosty and cold for fourteen states!"

As if there is a scent of wine mixed with the scent of flowers, frost is attached to the green front.

Chu He stepped on his foot and slashed out with a sword.

The sword light is vertical and horizontal, shocking the world and the world, and it is clearly separated by more than ten feet.

The sword aura pierced through Wang Wu's chest in an instant.

This is just the beginning, the dense sword energy is cut out like raindrops.

In an instant, Wang Wu was turned into ashes and smoke, and even the ghost fog was swept away, leaving only the strong fragrance of flowers.

With just one move, Chu He's literary energy was directly emptied, the long sword in his hand dissipated, and his legs were shaking.

However, Fu Bo and the others were still immersed in the beauty of this sword, and they didn't recover for a long time.

This sword is really amazing, even if those great scholars recite sword poems, they will never reach this level.

"Young master is so talented!" Uncle Fu couldn't help admiring.

As a disciple of Tiandao Sect, he thought he had a lot of experience, but he was still shocked by the beauty of Chu He's sword.

The ghost was beheaded, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Chu He's legs went limp and he sat on the ground, unable to recover for a long while.

A hundred miles away from Pingyang City, in Hutou Mountain.

The tiger king who swallowed the passing pedestrians and was refining his energy suddenly suffered a backlash and let out a painful roar.

There was a gap in the king character on its forehead, and blood oozed out of it, which was hideous and terrifying.

"Who killed the ghost under the throne!"

"This king and him are sworn to death!"

The Tiger King was furious, and an angry roar came out of his mouth.

He was about to break into the fifth-rank realm, but because the ghost was beheaded, not only did it fail to break through, but it was damaged at its origin due to backlash.

For the Yaozu, the origin is extremely important, and it determines the upper limit of cultivation. At this time, the origin is damaged, and it will be even more difficult for Tiger King to step into the fifth rank.

"Wang Wu's fall is definitely related to that little beast Chu He."

"After the king recovers from his injuries, he must personally enter Pingyang City, destroy Chu He, and find the person who killed my subordinate Hu Xin!"

The tiger king's eyes were bloodshot, and two ghosts floated out of the word "king" on its forehead again.

"Two kings, three kings, grab some blood food for this king to help him recover from his injuries!"

"Follow the king's order!"

The two ghosts bowed and saluted, and then floated out of the cave, following the breath of the stranger all the way to search for it.

Not surprisingly, there will be passing merchants missing in Hutou Mountain again.

In the Chu family compound, Chu He and others sat on the ground for a long while before recovering some physical strength.

Chu He leaned on the White Dragon Spear and stood up tremblingly. The beheading of Wang Wu did not make him relax in the slightest, but became more and more worried.

The tiger king has two hundred years of Taoism, but just one ghost under his command almost wiped out their entire army. If the tiger king took action himself, it would be fine.

I'm afraid that even with Jianwan, it might not be able to kill the Tiger King.

"Young master, please take a look at Uncle Fu! Something has happened to Uncle Fu!"

Just as Chu He was meditating, the anxious voice of the little girl Yuling suddenly came.

He turned his head to look, but saw a group of servants surrounding Uncle Fu, and Uncle Fu's blue-gray hair had turned gray.

"Forbe, what's wrong with you?"

Chu He was shocked. He walked over quickly, his eyes full of worry and self-blame.

Forber would fall into this situation entirely to protect him.

He thought of Fu Bo's sword that severely injured the ghost, and his face became more and more ugly.

That sword was Fu Bo who burned thirty years of his life in exchange for Fu Bo's injury to the source, this is undoubtedly worse!

"Master... don't be sad..."

Forbe's eyes began to close, and his voice became smaller and smaller, but he was still full of concern.

Even though Chu He was not his original body, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

This old man has devoted decades to the Chu family, but now he even risked his life.

Listening to Forbe's comfort, Chu He couldn't hold back anymore.

He hugged Uncle Fu in his arms, his voice trembling: "Uncle Fu, open your eyes and look at me quickly, you can't die!"

Chu He shook Fu Bo vigorously, as if doing so would make Fu Bo open his eyes again.

However, the corners of Forbe's mouth began to ooze blood and froth, and he already exhaled more and breathed less.

"Fu Bo! Open your eyes and look at me!"

Chu He felt even more sad, and the strength in his hands increased a lot.

At this moment, a hand suddenly pressed his shoulder.

"My lord, if you shake it again, this real person will really die."

Chu He turned his head and saw that it was Shuling Gongsun Sheng, but he cared more about what Gongsun Sheng just said.

"You said Forbe is not dead yet?"

He looked at Gongsun Sheng, and then at Uncle Fu, who was bleeding from his mouth, with puzzled eyes.

"My lord, cultivating the Tao is to compete with the heavens for longevity. Pursuing the Ninth Rank can give you a hundred years of life, entering the Eighth Rank can live for 120 years, realizing the Seventh Rank has a lifespan of 150 years, and traveling the Sixth Rank daily, you can live for 200 years. It's the limit!"

Gongsun Sheng smiled while fanning his feather fan.

"This real person used to be a Japanese traveler. Even if his origin is damaged and he falls into the eighth-rank realm, his lifespan will be about 150 years. Even if he burns his lifespan for 30 years, he still has 40 or 50 years left."

Chu He was stunned when he heard that, he didn't expect to say such a thing.

It's no wonder that he didn't know, he was a dandy in his previous life, and he was able to know the basic situation of Confucianism Cultivators because his father was a fifth-grade teacher.

He put Fu Bo on the ground in embarrassment, only then did he realize that everyone's eyes were on him.

Good guy, Uncle Fu was fine at first, but he was almost shaken to death by him... But Uncle Fu probably doesn't know about it, right?

Even if he knew, with his old man's character, he probably wouldn't care.

Chu He coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.

"You sent Uncle Fu back to his room to rest, and I went back to rest too."

After speaking, he turned and went back to his room to rest.

Lying on the bed, he couldn't help thinking about today's battle.

If it wasn't for Fu Bo burning thirty years of his life to severely damage the ghost at the last moment, and he happened to cultivate a new book spirit, I'm afraid it will be a big ending tonight.

"Lin Chong, Lu Zhishen and a martial artist have a lot of means. They can kill demons and demons. Uncle Fu has Taoist talismans and great supernatural powers, and he can also suppress evil spirits. I have nothing but Confucianism and Taoism, but I don't have any means of attack."

"If it wasn't for temporarily reciting sword poems to kill ghosts with sword poems, it is estimated that this battle will be lost, and the Chu family will also become the blood food of that ghost."

Chu He sighed.

"What I lack is an offensive method that can give full play to my Confucian and Taoist strength!"

"Forget it, ask Uncle Fu tomorrow, he is the disciple of the Heavenly Dao, maybe there is some way."

After a night of fighting, Chu He's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he gradually closed his eyes after a lot of physical exertion.

Just when he was about to fall asleep, the rustling sound from the bedroom startled him.

Then, a petite body suddenly got into the bed, making his body tremble.

Smelling this scent, it's the little girl Yuling...

He was about to speak out when Yu Ling's weak voice reached his ears.

"Master, Yu Ling is really scared, don't worry, I will go back tomorrow morning."

The little girl timidly moved, apparently thinking that he was asleep, and was afraid of waking him up.

The corner of Chu He's mouth raised an arc involuntarily.

Deliberately turned sideways and put his arms around the little girl, his nose rang slightly.

Yu Ling's delicate body trembled in fright, and she almost cried out.

He was relieved after hearing Chu He's snort.

Feeling tired, her long eyelashes fluttered a few times and covered her eyes.

Smelling the scent of his nose, Chu He also relaxed, and soon fell asleep.