"Li Qingxian wrote "A Journey to Guard the River", and his intention was to call on the bloody literary revisionists to change their poems to guard the river and regain the lost territory. Even though the old man is not talented, he should change his poems to match his name."
"today……"
The old man looked up at the sky. Sucheng had been dry for many days, and he was considering asking the Taoist priest to cast a spell.
"Why don't you change your poetry to wind and thunder today to attract rain and irrigate the earth?"
So Sun Rongzhu opened the poems and improved them one by one.
"Since ancient times, when it rains and there is much loneliness, I say that a rainy night is better than a clear morning. The purple lightning clouds in the black sky will attract the thunder of the gods to fall on the blue night..."
Sun Rongzhu raised his head and looked up at the sky, his heart full of literary energy, combined with his poems, gathered into a war poem, and the divine light went straight up to the sky.
Rumble...
The sky was covered with dense clouds, and lightning was flowing turbulently. Then, dozens of thunderbolts exploded in the sky. Each one was enough to severely damage a third-grade demon cultivator.
"This power... is greater than imagined. It's still a little bit worse. It would be better to change it to... 'Biyin'... try..."
Then, thunder flashed again in the sky, more in number but weaker in power, but the thunder was louder.
"It's a bit too general. Change it to 'Du Yin Gu Lei Luo Bi Xiao'... try again..."
Click...
A whole thick line of thunder exploded in the sky, like a thunder tree holding up the sky, lighting up hundreds of miles and shaking the whole city.
Sun Rongzhu stroked his beard and smiled, nodding lightly.
"Continue to change..."
Sun Rongzhu relied on his second-grade cultivation and what he had learned in his first class to change a poem about wind, thunder and lightning, and then another poem. Before long, dark clouds shrouded the sky, thunder and lightning gathered, and heavy rain poured down.
Countless people walked out of the house, opened their chapped lips, and cheered. Children happily stepped on the puddles, making a squeaking sound.
Sun Rongzhu never expected that the poems he revised were so powerful, even surpassing the ordinary second-grade Lei Xiu. He was so happy that he forgot everything else and continued to revise Fenglei poems in the pavilion.
In a basement a dozen streets away.
The group of people finished their discussion and walked into the deepest part of the dark pool.
"We will first work together to activate the magic pool and throw in the poisonous insects. It will take up to ten days before we can begin to demonize it."
"The magic pool must be activated steadily. You must not take it lightly."
"certainly."
More than a dozen people chanted magic spells and cast spells together, and saw a faint golden light emerging from the magic pool. Then, they stretched out their hands and pointed, and black shadows flew out from their ears, nose, mouth, and eyes, forming thick lines.
Those are swarms of demonic insects.
Suddenly, a subtle thunder sounded.
Everyone's figures flickered, and fine blood spurted out from the nostrils of all the fourth-grade demon cultivators. The demonic insects passed by, devoured the blood, and then flew into the demonic pool.
The demon cultivators tensed up. After a while, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief and continued to cast spells.
Suddenly, there was another thunder.
The figures of the demon cultivators all swayed, and the expressions of the third-grade demon cultivators remained unchanged, but the fourth-grade demon cultivators began to bleed from the corners of their eyes.
Several puppets flew out and landed on the ground.
"You must not be distracted. Once you stop, the magic pool will fail to condense, and the losses will be unimaginable." The puppet spoke.
"Ordinary thunder will never hurt us. Maybe there are masters fighting in the distance. This kind of thunder is so powerful that it won't..."
boom!
Thunder exploded more rapidly, and the fourth-grade demon cultivator's ears began to bleed.
"persist in!"
Rumble... click... boom...
The thunder continued to roar one after another, more than a dozen times, and even the seven orifices of the third grade occasionally spewed blood.
Finally, all four levels vomited blood and stopped casting spells.
The fourth-level demon cultivator fell to the ground, and the third-level demon cultivator watched as the churning demon pool slowly subsided and finally returned to silence.
Pieces of insect corpses floated on the water, like dark clouds.
"Magic pool!"
"kill him!"
"who is it!"
Boom boom boom...
Suddenly there was continuous thunder, and strange power vibrated and spread.
"ah……"
A fourth-level demon cultivator bent over and vomited. A two-foot-long centipede spurted out and fell to the ground. The centipede swayed and suddenly became stiff.
"My female insect..."
The demonic cultivator vomited out blood and insect corpses, and finally vomited out his internal organs and died on the spot.
"We can't wait any longer, it must be a Taoist master, let's go quickly!"
The seven third-grade men each grabbed a living fourth-grade man, left the secret room, walked out of the room, and came to the yard.
They all covered their faces, looked up at the heavy rain falling in the sky, looked at each other, and were about to walk.
Suddenly, there was an angry shout not far away.
"Thunders from the sky are falling continuously. It's clear to everyone where the evil energy comes from!" Sun Rongzhu shouted loudly, and he saw a terrifying thunderbolt about ten feet thick from the sky suddenly falling in the yard.
The divine thunder exploded and the houses flew up.
Sun Rongzhu flew over quickly, wondering in his heart. Just now he had been practicing wind and thunder poetry, and the thunder almost swept away all the evil and filth within dozens of miles. The new demonic energy that suddenly appeared was like a black-headed fly landing on the white jade. It was too much.
clear.
He flew closer and looked down carefully.
I saw a dozen people lying in various directions in the courtyard.
Everyone's body was charred black. Only seven people's bodies were still moving, but their bodies were twisted and they seemed unable to fight anymore.
Sun Rongzhu only glanced at it and found that the living people were all third-level demon cultivators, and was stunned for a moment.
How could it be such a coincidence that I met seven injured third-level demon cultivators?
While Sun Rongzhu was reciting poems, as he was falling, he saw rattan rods filled with awe-inspiring righteousness coming out of the ground, binding seven seriously injured third-level people, and sealing their Dantian.
Sun Rongzhu started to interrogate him, and after only listening to a few sentences, he understood that his wind and thunder war poems seemed a little strong, but it was definitely not his fault, it was the war poems.
"You have to go to the Holy Mountain of Baowen..."
That night, the number of transmissions from the literary cultivators suddenly increased, and this information was also circulated among the major forces in the world.
Tianshi Mountain.
Zhao Qingchuan put down "Red Bean Collection" and shook his head with a smile.
Demon Suppression Tower.
Duan Tianji squinted his eyes, sighed softly at last, and threw down the two poetry collections.
It's about love and love, but I can't understand it.
River Guards.
Master Du finished flipping through two books and learned about the latest changes in literary cultivators, so he placed the books on the table.
The wheelchair moved gently and walked out of the tent.
He turned his head and looked at the Chinese army's tent.
"After watching "A Journey to the River", he won't be able to sleep tonight..."
Then, he turned his head and looked east.
"This Li Qingxian has something..."
Tianxiao Army Camp.
Jiang Youfei gritted her teeth and threw down the "Red Bean Collection".
She stared at the cover for a long time, a blush flashed across her face, and she couldn't help but turn over the cover.
On the title page, there is a series of words written.
Presented to Concubine Jiang You.
Jiang Youfei took a deep breath and took out the communication charm plate.
"Did you write "The Collection of Red Beans"?"
"you guess."
"snort!"
Li Qingxian put away the messenger plate and smiled.
Then, chant into the middle Dantian.
I saw the divine light shining brightly in the sky above the righteous sword seeds, and the rainbow filled the sky, turning into waterfalls of divine light, watering over the righteous sword seeds.
After leaving Zhongdantian, Li Qingxian looked at the messenger plate. Various friends asked questions, but Li Qingxian refused to answer.
The second day.
Outside Champion City.
The tree-horned king holds his head high, and the antlers on his head are like a tree crown gently swaying.
He had a dark face and snorted coldly.
"No matter how good you are as the champion, you can't let me die. I have been defeated by Li Qingxian three times. This time I attack Taigu City, even if I am beaten to death..."
Suddenly, the sound transmission bone flute on his waist sounded.
He picked it up and listened, his eyes opening wider and wider. After listening, he stood still for three breaths, and then laughed three times.
"God help me!" After saying that, he turned around and ran back to the Champion City.