(The person is not dead, but has returned to his soul!)
I was copying out of thin air with my evil-proof pen in hand, but I saw that the pen was writing words. The words of the latest chapter of the Holy Church were constantly being generated under the tip of the pen, but they did not disappear. Instead, white gas visible to the naked eye erupted and lingered.
On and on. As the number of words increases, it finally takes shape and turns into a beautiful article.
The ancient sages used their words to educate people. In the chapter "", it will naturally have a spiritual meaning, just like the spring rain transforming people. As the saying goes, it is called "merit and virtue arise from themselves."
However, it is passed down to later generations that later generations of scholars were trapped in the eight-legged literary style and memorized it by heart. Although they knew the words by heart, they only saw the rules and not the merits, but fell behind.
As time goes by, people's hearts will no longer be ancient, righteousness will decline, and heaven and earth will no longer exist.
At present, Chen Jianchen is writing straightly, using the void as paper, and the righteousness in his body is stimulated one by one, and the words are formed according to the intention of the pen. The words are continuous, the meaning is unified, and the article is self-contained.
He just wants to use this article to challenge Hou Qing's magic skills!
Hou Qing's Dharma Aspect was condensed, and at this moment he displayed his "Only Self-Demon Aspect", turning into a big whirlpool mouth, roaring and pounced down, as if he could swallow all living beings in the world in one bite.
The huge mouth is ferocious, and the demons inside are dancing wildly, and ghosts are crying and howling. Just looking at it and listening to it will make people feel frightened, and the inner demons are ready to move.
"break!"
""
Peng!
With an earth-shattering sound, the demon phase and the article collided, and the two different powers of belief exploded violently. A crackling sound came from the ground, and cracks actually opened on the top of the Black Mountain.
Ahhhh!
The ghosts of ghosts who were relatively close around them were affected by the aftermath of the power, and instantly turned into ashes, with no trace left.
"Amazing!"
Wang Chenghuang felt a palpitation in his heart and couldn't help but move to the side. He opened his eyes wide and wanted to see the result. If Chen Jianchen was defeated, they would have no choice but to run away.
Above the Black Mountain, there was still a gloomy and gloomy atmosphere, with no sun visible. In mid-air, a dark sedan appeared, and there were no ghosts to carry it. It was just floating in the air.
Below, Chen Jianchen stood tall and proud, with his hands behind his back and his head slightly raised. A wisp of blood suddenly flowed slowly from the corner of his mouth - he was injured!
Wang Chenghuang's heart suddenly clenched tightly.
…
There was a lamp like a bean in the inn, and Ying Ning, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly opened his eyes in response, and saw a wisp of blood flowing out of the corner of the young master's mouth, which was shocking.
"No, the young master is injured."
Yingning's expression was tense, and he suddenly got up, and his mood was extremely tense: In the Black Mountain of the underworld, the young master must have fought with the old monster of the Black Mountain. Could it be said that he was defeated and injured?
In an instant, she had the urge to rush into the underworld to help Chen Jianchen. However, she was hesitant. After all, she still had to stay in the inn to guard the body of the young master, fearing that the old demon from Montenegro would send powerful ghosts to harm him.
"God bless you, my son is a good man and heavenly minister, and nothing will happen to you..."
She was mumbling, sitting cross-legged under the lamp, her expression extremely pious.
…
"Smelly scholar, today I want you to be immortal. Just die!"
Sound waves rolled inside the sedan, and it suddenly moved. The next moment, it appeared behind Chen Jianchen. The curtain of the sedan automatically floated open without wind, revealing the darkness inside.
The entire sedan was hollow inside, like a bottomless black hole that was about to swallow Chen Jianchen inside.
Peng!
With a burst of light, the scroll was opened behind Chen Jianchen, and the "Sanli Zhenzhang" was written in jade-like letters, like an indestructible flag, stretched out to protect him tightly.
ah!
It turned out that a ferocious ghost was roaring out of the sedan, biting Chen Jianchen. It was illuminated by the brilliance of the numerous words, and with a scream, the ghost's true form was revealed, turning into a skull. It hurriedly retracted, and the curtain of the sedan fell down, and then it was isolated.
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However, with this photo, the "Sanli Zhenzhang" was greatly damaged, and the brilliance of the characters quickly dimmed - if righteousness is compared to a kind of energy, then there is no energy in the world that can be used inexhaustibly.
Chen Jianchen is currently condensing all the righteousness in the "Sanli Zhenzhu", but he can't bear to fight with all his strength. Having written the splendid article before, the righteousness in his body has been depleted a lot, and if he activates the Zhenzhu again, it will be too much.
"Hahaha, stinky scholar, let's see how long you can hold on!"
The voice was arrogant, and the sedan was wrapped around him, spinning around on the ground, and the sedan pressed down on the top of Chen Jianchen's head.
boom!
The Protector of the True Chapter jumped up to the top of his head and blocked it in the air. As soon as he hit it, his whole body trembled, all the brilliance gathered up, rolled up automatically, and with a whoosh, disappeared into Chen Jianchen's body.
puff!
Chen Jianchen was shocked and a mouthful of blood spattered on the ground.
"Oops, Young Master is going to lose..."
Wang Chenghuang, who was always paying attention to the battle there, was frightened and lost his mind. He was slashed by a ghost general and screamed. He already wanted to retreat.
"All living beings have demonic appearances, and their hearts are obsessed with them!"
The black sedan soared into the sky, the clouds opened and the moon appeared, and a full moon appeared, shining brightly, which was indescribably strange.
"The Master said, 'Respect ghosts and gods and keep them at a distance.' Chen Jianchen, you read the books of sages in vain, and you dare to break into the underworld and participate in the war in the underworld. Isn't it what a gentleman does? Retreat quickly, otherwise it will be too late to regret."
In the sky, the black sedan disappeared, replaced by a figure in a green shirt, which was exactly the same as the saint enshrined in the temple, except that it was taller, with expressive features, as if it had come alive. Three long strands of beard were flickering, showing no anger or authority.
, was pointing his finger at Chen Jianchen and scolding loudly. It looked like a master was educating his students, full of unquestionable majesty.
It is as majestic as a mountain, so heavy that it weighs down, intangible and substantial.
Chen Jianchen felt great pressure, acting on his neck, spine, and knees. He had to lower his head, bend down, kneel down, and bow to Chen Chen. He could no longer muster any resistance.
"Sir, that's fake, it's a magic trick created by the old demon!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, Wang Chenghuang hurriedly told the truth loudly and reminded Chen Jianchen that he practiced Taoism and did not respect Confucianism, but he could easily see through the flaws in the image of the sage and Confucian.
"Um!"
The sage snorted suddenly, turned around slightly, and his image suddenly changed. In Wang Chenghuang's eyes, it turned out to be the appearance of King Yama. Although it was only for a short moment, Wang Chenghuang had lost his mind and almost knelt down immediately.
After a while, he regained consciousness for a moment and, still frightened, shouted: "What a thief, you are lawless!"
Hou Qing even dared to portray the image of King Yama, which shows that he is extremely ambitious.
"Yeah yeah!"
Chen Jianchen gritted his teeth and resisted, sweating profusely, but his body bent down little by little.
"Fight!"
Wang Chenghuang opened his mouth and spat out a small copper bell, which grew louder in the wind and made a loud, deafening sound.
The sound of the bell was so shocking that Wang Chenghuang's face turned pale. But he couldn't care about that much at the moment. He must try his best to help Chen Jianchen get out of the illusion. Chen Jianchen was the key to the entire battle and there was no room for failure.