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The ghost emperor had already thought of promoting half-step ghost immortal through the breath of a human saint.

But the premise is that you need the ghost aura of a ghost king, and use this as an anchor to prevent yourself from being exhausted and wiped out by the aura of a saint before devouring the aura of a human saint.

If it weren't for the threat of the ghost king, the ghost emperor would not have been able to start ahead of schedule, and it would be a helpless move to use the literary spirit of the ten thousand literati army.

In the eyes of the ghost emperor, the ghost king is more hateful than any existence, and he must be killed first.

Even the saints of the human race, compared with the spirit ghost king, have to be in the back row.

This is the ghost emperor's fear of the spirit ghost king.

But at this time, how could the ghost emperor let the ghost king survive just because of the ghost king's obstruction?

Seeing that the Ghost Emperor was silent, the Ghost King burst out laughing.

The laughter was very mocking, and what attracted was the next ghostly dragon that was comparable to a half-step ghost fairy.

"I'd like to see how long you, Spirit Ghost King, can last!"

The Spirit Ghost King laughed out loud, and shot out with another wave of ghostly energy.

Two powerful ghost energy collided. This time, the ghost king was even more unbearable, the corners of his mouth began to bleed.

But the ghost king still laughed out loud and said with a sarcasm.

"What do you think I'm holding on to?"

In the next moment, another burst of classical Chinese broke out between heaven and earth.

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

This is……

The Ghost Emperor suddenly set his sights on Chu He who was behind the Ghost King.

At this moment, Chu He's surroundings were already full of blood-red aura.

The two lines of bloody classical Chinese seemed to be soaked in blood, constantly floating around Chu He.

In Chu He's eyes, a stream of blood gradually flowed out.

His eyes were still fixed on the ghost emperor, and there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Classical Chinese by Chu He!

Ghost King is waiting for Chu He's classical Chinese!

He actually ignored Chu He's classical Chinese just now!

Ghost Emperor was startled suddenly, and then sneered.

"Even if Chu He can read classical Chinese, so what?"

"He is only a third-rank Confucian, and his strength is at most a first-rank Confucian. Even if he burns his literary energy, he is far from reaching my realm."

"Linggui King, you are so stupid to expect a newly promoted third-rank Confucian to stop me?"

The Ghost King chuckled lightly.

"Hehe, innocent, you don't seem to have fought Chu He before."

"But it's not too late to realize now, let me tell you the truth."

"It wasn't the new sage of the human race that hurt me on the Liangjie Mountain back then."

The Ghost Emperor fixed his eyes on the Spirit Ghost King.

Who is that?

There was a hint of doubt in the eyes of all the literati present.

Only Wen Xiang couldn't help looking at Chu He, his eyes were full of shock.

The Ghost King laughed loudly.

"That's right, it shocked the ghost world, made the ghost cultivators in the whole ghost world feel terrified, and made all of you ghost kings think that the new saint of the human race that rises from the human race does not exist at all!"

"The person who severely injured me is standing in front of you, at your feet, and he is reciting classical Chinese right now."

"Chu He!"

The Ghost King shouted loudly, and countless people were shocked.

Chu He...

In an instant, all the literati's gazes were focused on Chu He.

And Chu He didn't seem to respond to the outside world at all, he only had the ghost emperor in his eyes at this moment.

At the same time, a piece of classical Chinese spit out from Chu He's mouth.

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

"I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone."

"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time."

In an instant, countless bloody aura surged again.

On the top of Chu He's head, the bloody cultural energy continued to gather, gradually forming a huge waterfall.

A bloody waterfall that seemed to be bleeding.

This waterfall is extremely huge, exactly the same as the waterfall that all literati saw that day.

The difference is just that.

The waterfall that day was a golden waterfall.

And the waterfall of this day is the Scarlet Waterfall!

But all signs show that the new saint of the human race does not exist.

Or……

Chu He.

It is the new saint of the human race!

Chu He is the new saint of the human race?

Mu Tong Longxi and other great scholars looked at Chu He in disbelief.

In an instant, the hearts of all the great Confucians were shocked and almost shattered.

In an instant, all the literati trembled and almost fainted.

Chu He is the new saint of the human race.

Chu He is the new saint of the human race!

In the realm of a fourth-rank genius, he killed three ghost generals with one sword, one person alone blocked the first-rank peak ghost king, and one person severely injured the first-rank peak ghost king whose strength was only second to the spirit ghost king!

It was Chu He!

What kind of monster is this!

This is no longer a genius of the human race, this is a monster!

Even the disciples of Kong Sheng, Zeng Sheng and Yan Sheng, the second and third saints in the past, absolutely did not have such strength before they were promoted to the realm of saints!

Chu He's talent is second only to Kong Sheng!

"Hahaha, on that day, Chu He was only in the realm of a fourth-rank talented scholar!"

"The realm of the fourth-grade talent, severely damage the ghost king of my spirit, and kill the ghost king of the snake!"

"Such a genius! At the level of a fourth-rank talented scholar, he can already kill a first-rank peak ghost king head-on!"

The Spirit Ghost King sneered with a sneer on his face.

"Ghost Emperor Wuxie, you said that he has reached the third rank of Confucianism, can he kill half-step ghosts?"

With a single sound, everyone was silent.

In the realm of a fourth-rank talented scholar, one can kill a peak ghost king of the first rank.

And now he is a third-rank Confucian, breaking through a whole big realm.

Can he kill half-step ghosts?

Kill half-step ghosts?

This is something that all races dare not think about.

Even if they want to kill the ghost king, it is very difficult and dangerous, not to mention the half-step ghost fairy who is a hundred times more terrifying than the ghost king.

But at this moment, they suddenly realized.

With the existence of a person, it seems that they can break through things that they can't even imagine.

That person is exactly Chu He.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed that there was an instant of silence.

There was only a leisurely classical Chinese, which sounded softly.

"Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng..."

At this moment, Chu He didn't think about anything.

In other words, he knows everything that happens outside.

But at this time, he was not affected by the outside world at all.

In his heart, he only wants to drink.

Only emotion.

Finally, half a year later, from the first two sentences to now, he can read half a sentence.

And in the classical Chinese of this article, those three words finally appeared.

"Will drink, don't stop drinking."

He still has countless literary spirits, which can support him to read on.

He can read the whole chapter.

A huge wave suddenly stirred up in his heart.

He suddenly found that his heart seemed to be throbbing constantly.

The whole article!

When killing the Snake Ghost King, half of the story will be drunk, which can attract the saints of the human race.

What would happen if he read the whole chapter?

At this moment, a cry suddenly rose in Chu He's heart.

"A song with Junge! Please listen to me!"

In an instant, three figures suddenly appeared above the blood-colored waterfall.

The man in the center tapped his chopsticks and shouted loudly.

"Please listen to me!"