As Song Mu's poems unfolded, the power of thought affected the artistic conception of the poems, and the surrounding scene underwent more changes in an instant.
The original dark environment had dissipated at this moment. The sky was high and the clouds were wide. In the vast space, the scenery of Lin'an City suddenly emerged.
It's just that the poem is half-finished. Lin'an City is right next to you, but at this moment, the city is empty.
On a wide street, there were only people standing.
Everyone looked up involuntarily, looking a bit shocked.
"Is this a strange place? A strange place in the realm of Juren?"
A fallen scholar said with a bitter look on his face, but his companions around him were still immersed in shock.
They have never experienced such a world-changing situation.
Zhang Ling had just kicked a degenerate scholar away, and when he looked at the scene around him, he was suddenly shocked.
"What an amazing foreign land. Even Jinshi's foreign land is nothing more than this. How can Song Mu's foreign land reach such a level?"
Zhang Ling looked at Song Mu. At this moment, Song Mu, who was standing on the long street, raised his sword again and allowed the power of thought in his mind to spread wildly. Everything in this world had gradually fallen into Song Mu's hands.
Under Mu's control.
Use poetry to inspire strange places, and strange places are born from poetry. Everything in this world will be controlled by the initiator.
Although it is not terrifying enough to kill countless enemies at will, among them, the enemies have nowhere to hide!
"Got you!"
Song Mu suddenly said these four words in a deep voice, his eyes raised, the long sword in his hand lit up again, and then a sword was thrown to one side, but the next moment, the place where the sword light swept
In the chaos of the street, a figure has emerged.
"How can you have such power with your telekinesis?"
Wan Bian was also full of surprise at this moment. He dodged Song Mu's attack and looked at Song Mu with complete disbelief, but Song Mu had already charged towards him.
"If you don't have such ability, how can you kill demons?!"
After Song Mu finished speaking, he appeared next to the opponent. The long sword in his hand attacked again, but this time, the sword light surged and enveloped the opponent in an instant.
On the other side, Zhang Ling, who saw this situation, immediately took action. At the same time, Xiao Ganluo appeared from nowhere, and two puppets appeared in his hands. The puppets flew forward, and the clothes on their bodies turned out to be...
It is made of writing paper, and it is burning at this moment.
A violent explosion suddenly sounded, setting off waves of air, causing those fallen scholars who were caught off guard to fly backwards quickly, while Zhang Ling had already emerged from the flames, with the dagger in his hand shining brightly.
This turned out to be the same powerful civilian soldier.
The light flashed, and several wounds suddenly appeared on the bodies of those fallen scholars.
"Quick victory!"
Zhang Ling shouted sharply, and the movements in Xiao Ganluo's hands suddenly accelerated, and more puppets appeared.
On the other side, Song Mu has completely fought against the Wan Changzhan. Although this guy can keep changing and disappear in front of Song Mu's eyes, he can always be found by Song Mu immediately and then be entangled by Song Mu.
Song Mu indeed couldn't see the other party's invisible figure, but in this strange land, Song Mu had control over almost everything here.
Any slight disturbance can be immediately gathered into Song Mu's mind, and the thought power in his mind can be detected at the next moment.
Song Mu took this opportunity to firmly lock onto this ever-changing position, and launched an attack with all his strength.
The two sides fought fiercely for a while, and this change finally showed its full strength.
A handsome man who is almost at his peak.
Every blow brought complete deterrence. Song Mu held Chuan Ze in his hand and fought bravely with him.
"Song Mu, you are indeed very capable. No wonder the king said he wanted to kill you."
The sharp claws in Wan Bian's hand were surging with black energy. At this moment, he said to Song Mu with a solemn face, but Song Mu's movements in his hand did not pause at all.
Another piece of paper was thrown out, Song Mu looked sharp, and the long sword in his hand showed its power.
"The so-called Demon King of Demon Cult?"
"It will only hide in the dark and order you bunch of dirty guys!"
Song Mu said in a deep voice, Na Wan Bian and Song Mu had exchanged blows several times, and his expression was stern.
"Hmph, Song Mu, do you think we can't do anything to you with this strange world here?"
Wan Bian said this, and suddenly jumped away, and then appeared next to the corrupted man just now, with his sharp claws stretched out.
"Master Wanbian, what are you going to do?!"
The fallen scholar screamed, but a tongue popped out of the ferocious bloody mouth and plunged into the opponent's neck.
Blood immediately spattered everywhere, and the black energy on Wan Bian's body surged even more fiercely. The next moment, chains came towards Song Mu.
These chains are made of demonic energy and have a strong smell of blood.
Song Mu was extremely serious. Seeing the cruel methods used by Wan Chang, his expression was full of energy and he jumped away to avoid it. At the same time, he swung the long sword in his hand quickly.
After resisting the opponent's chains several times, Song Mu found that his alien world had changed.
Those chains have moved around, piercing into the surroundings, and the evil energy has begun to slowly corrode the entire foreign realm.
Song Mu felt the power of thought constantly emanating from his mind, and his expression became very serious at the moment.
The power of mind continued to maintain the existence of this foreign realm, while Song Mu was already fighting hand-to-hand with this guy.
Once, he resisted the opponent's sharp claws with his soft cold silk armor. Song Mu tightened his grip on the sword in his hand, and suddenly pulled out a sword flower and plunged it into the Wanxiang collarbone.
A muffled groan immediately sounded from Wan Bian's mouth, and Song Mu unexpectedly discovered that the hole made by his long sword was emitting black gas at this moment.
Wan Bian had already covered his wound and jumped away. The corners of his mouth were still full of blood, but he looked at Song Mu in surprise and said.
"You actually still have Haoran's righteousness in you?"
Song Mu was also stunned, but at this moment there was a smile on his face. It turned out that the awe-inspiring righteousness in him was also useful to this guy!
Song Mu remained silent, but the long sword in his hand had already been swung out.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The next moment, the long sword came out of his hand, but turned into a series of sword lights, hiding in the surrounding strange environment. Song Mu used his own way to treat others.
, at the same time, several pieces of paper in his hand were already burning.
"One sword once served as the master of millions..."
"Drunk Killing Long Whale Yitian Sword..."
Song Mu shouted in a deep voice, the writing paper in his hand burned quickly, and a lot of sword lights appeared around him, and those sword lights quickly mixed with Song Mu's Chuanze.
Seeing that the situation was not good, it seemed that Song Mu was aware of Song Mu's power and was about to flee immediately.
But the next moment, countless attacks immediately enveloped the opponent, and these changes immediately brought up the demonic energy to block him, but what greeted him was the sudden appearance of Song Mu's face.
Song Mu turned his hand into a palm and slapped the opponent's wound hard at this moment. At the same time, countless literary power spurted out.
This sudden change caused screams, but what followed was another attack from Song Mu.
This time, Song Mu, whose whole body was completely wrapped in Wenli, grabbed the opponent's neck and threw him to the ground.
The brute force shakes the mountains and rivers, and everything is rolling on the ground as if out of control.
And Song Mu had already fallen.
That foot stepped on the opponent's wound, and literary power surged out again.
"Haoran righteousness, this guy actually has Haoran righteousness!"
"Damn, let's go quickly, why didn't anyone tell us about this..."
On the other side, the degenerate literati who discovered something was wrong immediately looked horrified, and a degenerate scholar just cursed, but suddenly his eyes widened, and he covered his neck unwillingly, but the next moment black blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground dead.
Zhang Ling gasped for breath, and several broken blades had returned to his hands, but when he saw Song Mu stepped on it hard, the monster was unable to move.
At Song Mu's feet, everything was powerless and screaming, but his eyes were bulging, and it was obvious that he was not going to die soon.
Haoran's righteousness has such power against monsters of the same level.
Song Mu, however, kept his breath and asked in a deep voice.
"Tell me, where is your so-called king now?"
Wan Xiang struggled to turn his eyes to look at Song Mu, but the next moment, he saw that this guy's pupils were suddenly completely enveloped in black energy, and then his entire body began to struggle violently.
Song Mu felt that the remaining demonic energy around him was quickly gathering towards the opponent, and he immediately took action. However, the attack sank into this guy's body, but there was no reaction.
At the same time, a hoarse laughter came from the other party's body.
"Are you looking for me? Song Mu, Haoran is upright. It seems that we underestimate you again."