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That figure who is as brave and fearless as a person going to die is the Spirit Ghost King!

At the critical moment, the first person to react was the Spirit Ghost King.

When many literati of the human race felt that this incident was unbelievable, and fell into shock and couldn't extricate themselves, the first person to react was the Spirit Ghost King!

He knew very well in his heart that no matter what method the ghost emperor wanted to use to advance, he had to be stopped.

The half-step Juggernaut of the human race disappeared for some reason and failed to stop it.

But even so, the other spirit ghost kings still have to try.

Once the ghost emperor is successfully promoted to ghost fairy, there will be no place for other spirit ghost kings in the entire ghost world.

And there is ghost energy in his body, he is a ghost cultivator.

The ghost emperor was promoted to a ghost fairy, no matter how far or where the two were separated, the ghost emperor could easily use the crushing nature of the ghost cultivator to kill him.

A long dragon condensed with ghost aura slammed into the ghost emperor in the air.

But when the long dragon approached the Ghost Emperor, it shattered like pieces of paper.

The peak ghost king of the first rank is so vulnerable in front of the ghost fairy who is about to be promoted.

"Ghost King, do you think I'm still the same as before?"

"Hahaha, in front of me, you are like those human ants!"

The Spirit Ghost King let out a muffled snort, his blood-colored vertical pupils flashed suddenly, his figure trembled suddenly, and fell from the air.

Wen Xiang, who was below, shouted suddenly.

"All the powerful people of the race, come with me and kill the Ghost Emperor!"

Before the words fell, Wen Xiang suddenly went up, and even if the Wen Qi in his body was constantly drawn, he tried his best to read classical Chinese.

Behind Wen Xiang, Mu Tong, Long Xi, Lin Zhennan, and all the strong human races above the third rank all went up one after another, striking with all their strength.

The ghost emperor in the air stared down and snorted coldly.

The overwhelming ghostly aura suddenly suppressed with this cold snort, as if he had a spirituality.

Suddenly, a coercion engulfing the heaven and the earth is approaching the Two Boundary Mountains.

Ghost Emperor Domain!

The ghost emperor's domain, which has not been used by the ghost emperor since the beginning, was suppressed at this moment.

Countless human race powerhouses flew into the air, and before touching the Ghost Emperor, they were forcibly pressed down.

Wen Xiang is the strongest and the closest to the ghost emperor, but the classical Chinese that he tried his best to read has dissipated before touching the ghost emperor.

The spirit ghost king also released the ghost king's domain, but before it unfolded, it dissipated directly between the heaven and the earth.

The ghost emperor's aura continued to rise, and he had completely surpassed the ghost king realm, and was about to become a half-step ghost fairy.

Is there really no other way?

All the human races looked up at the sky, seeing the overwhelming ghostly aura and the standing figure in the sky that covered half of the sky, with despair floating in their eyes.

The eight ghost kings, including the evil ghost king Ming ghost king, didn't even have the thought of attacking the human race, and all knelt down on the ground, just worshiping the ghost emperor.

Once the ghosts are immortal, the human race will no longer be able to fight back.

Is there really no other way?

Chu He looked towards the sky, with despair appearing in his eyes for the first time.

At any time, he didn't feel that he would encounter something that he couldn't solve.

Only this time, when the entire human race gathered together, there was no other way.

He couldn't think of any possibility to prevent the promotion of the ghost emperor in the sky.

any possibility...

Chu He clenched his teeth and clenched his fists.

Chu He, think quickly!

There must be a way, there must be a way!

What is the final result?

It shouldn't be like this!

Having caught every possibility, he has caught every possible hidden thing.

Chu He's thoughts were like a mess.

Thinking from scratch, there must be a way.

From scratch, Spirit Ghost King.

The ghost king appeared here, and the ghost king was forced to appear here because of the ghost emperor.

I don't have literary energy, if I have literary energy, I can unite with the spirit ghost king, just like killing the snake ghost king.

No, the current Ghost Emperor is about to be promoted to Ghost Immortal, and he is many times stronger than the original Snake Ghost King.

Even if it is the ghost king, he has no power to fight back in front of the ghost emperor at this moment.

What else can I do.

Arouse the image of the sage, and arouse the Qinglian Sword Immortal.

The saint under the golden waterfall, no matter whether he is Qinglian Sword Immortal or not, cannot watch the human race perish.

There are still saints in the human race, and the saints are there, and they are just a half-step ghost, and they are easily destroyed.

But I don't have Wenqi, if I have Wenqi, I can forcibly burn Wenqi and use up the whole piece of wine forcibly.

Even if there is such a possibility, as long as the saint can be induced to appear, the ghost emperor can be stopped.

But I have no manners.

Chu He gritted his teeth and forced the Wenqi in his body.

"Don't you see..."

With just three words, Chu He's Wenxin suddenly felt a tearing pain.

The existence of Deng A is too exhausting, even Juyuan Pill, there is no possibility of recovery.

No, it's not Juyuan Pill, it's the whole human race that has a problem.

There was a problem with the bookstore in the capital, and the source of human culture was completely destroyed.

Now it is impossible for me to restore my culture through ordinary pills.

The five books in Wen Hai have not spit out a trace of literary spirit.

The existence of the ghost emperor has absorbed the literary spirit of the entire human race.

All the literary spirit has been restricted by the ghost emperor.

Do not! Even so, I can't give up!

Even if it is to squeeze Wen Xin dry! Self-defeating literary heart!

Chu He yelled, clenched his fists, his eyes were bloodshot.

All of a sudden, a streak of blood-colored cultural energy emanated from Chu He's body.

Burn life! Burn the culture!

But there is only a trace of this style.

The premise of burning Wenqi is Wenqi in the body.

Chu He doesn't have a trace of Wen Qi in his body, so how can he burn Wen Qi?

"what!"

With a loud cry, Chu He raised his head suddenly, forcing out a trace of blood-colored aura from his body.

"Jun! No! See you!"

With a bang, something seemed to explode in Chu He's body, and there was a muffled thunder.

But Jiang Jinjiu failed to pronounce the fourth word in the end.

The bloody aura lingered around Chu He, and it had turned crimson.

There is no other way, a literati without culture is no different from ordinary people.

Even Chu He, facing this situation, has nothing to do.

This time, it might not work.

Chu He gave a miserable laugh, clenched his fists, already losing strength.

The next moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind Chu He, and slapped Chu He's back with a palm.

Immediately afterwards, a not-so-strong Wen Qi poured into Chu He's body.

This is……

Chu He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Wen Xiang's face.

At this time, Wen Xiang clenched his teeth, and the palm of his hand continuously spewed out Wen Qi, pouring it into Chu He's body.

"The literary spirit of the human race can only be used by the human race, how can it be used by the ghost emperor!"

The next moment, Mu Tong, Long Xi and many other great scholars stood behind Chu He at the same time and shouted loudly.

"My human spirit, how can I give you the reason for the ghost world!"