Chapter two hundred and seventy-one: meritorious service
~《》~ Chapter 271: Meritorious Service
(There should be another chapter tonight. Over the past month or so, I’ve been really ashamed of all you book friends!)
As soon as the bell rang, it was as if it was vibrating in his ears, causing a momentary flaw. Chen Jianchen suddenly felt enlightened. He slowly raised his head and understood the reason——
He is not a person of this world, so what does he have to do with the sages of this world? Why should he admire him like a mountain? You know, at that stage when he first came, he was extremely disgusted with Dong Shengren's "Four Books".
After thinking through this layer, it suddenly dawned on me that all these things are illusions and demonic obstacles. It is like seeing the bright moon after clearing the dark clouds. There is no longer any cover in front of my eyes. My whole body and mind are undergoing a mysterious and pure change.
The beginning of the change was the "Sanli Zhenzhang" in the world of Niwan Palace. It was already dim, but at this moment it unfolded vigorously, and the many word particles on it all flew out one by one, flying beautifully.
It looks a bit like fireflies.
Little bits of light flew in one after another, flying straight to the evil-warming pen and melting into it.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine characters, nine hundred and ninety-nine character beams, all melted into the evil-preventing pen in just a moment.
Change and rebirth, the ghostly light on the holder of the evil-proof pen flickers like stars, full of a mysterious secret; and the tip of the pen is slowly blooming, as if a flower bud is in full bloom, and countless hairs are popping out. It is the legendary flower on the tip of the pen
image.
All the words were melted into the evil-proofing pen, leaving only a blank scroll. The empty scroll was overturned and folded, but when turned over, it was seamlessly integrated with "Zhengran Tie".
Buzz!
At this point, "Zhengluantie" has completely occupied Chen Jianchen's Niwan Palace world, standing firmly in the center and becoming the core existence.
The image of the upright Confucian scholar in blue clothes is more distinct. It can be seen that the clothes are fluttering, the hairband is free and easy, the right hand is holding the evil-warming pen, and the left hand is the sword of righteousness.
Yangwu Sword has also undergone considerable changes. Its overall brilliance is restrained, and there are faint signs of returning to its original nature.
These many changes all occurred in Chen Jianchen's soul world. Outsiders had no way of observing it. What they could see was the external image of Chen Jianchen's soul god, as well as his posture and movements.
Wang Chenghuang sacrificed the price of being seriously injured and sacrificed the magic weapon "Shocking Bell" to help Chen Jianchen dispel the influence of Hou Qing's magic. It can be said that his desperate efforts had an extremely important effect.
Chen Jianchen's eyes widened and he regained his clarity, and the overwhelming pressure was in vain.
boom!
The image of the lofty saint was shattered into pieces, revealing the original shape of the black sedan: "You, you stinky scholar, how dare you destroy my appearance!"
His appearance was broken, and he was undoubtedly hit hard and severely injured. When he screamed, he was in a furious mood.
Chen Jianchen held the pen and sword in his hand, standing tall and indifferent, and said slowly: "Hou Qing, if I want to make a contribution, I will lend you your soul!"
Hou Qing laughed wildly: "Arrogant, do you think you can turn around like this? You're dreaming!"
Amidst the laughter, the black sedan whizzed down, the curtains opened happily, and a ferocious grimace popped out. Looking more realistic, this grimace was actually made up of countless faces.
In order to master the profound demonic skill "The Demonic Appearance of All Living Beings", Hou Qing spent countless efforts. In addition to inheriting the essence of the tree demon, he also did not hesitate to invade the human world and plunder countless flesh and blood, so that he could achieve such an achievement.
Due to unscrupulous plunder, the Black Mountain area is littered with bones, devoid of any human beings, and is almost like a ghost.
The country is about to perish, demons are dancing, and monsters are everywhere. It can only be regarded as a microcosm.
Chen Jianchen was calm and composed, and his movement of lifting the evil-proofing pen was calm and gentle, as if he was copying and writing a post.
"break!"
When the tip of the pen is raised, the word suddenly forms, which is exactly the word "broken". The word is completed and the charm is vivid. Between the vertical and horizontal strokes, the limitations of the character shape have long been surpassed, and the spirit of pen and ink has been truly understood, which is miraculous in its skills.
Close to Tao, it contains certain magical rules.
break!
In response, the ferocious grimace turned into countless fragments like a piece of fragile glass, scattered in all directions, and then turned into ashes.
"How can it be?"
Hou Qing's voice was unexpected and filled with horror.
This scene was seen by Wang Chenghuang, and his morale was greatly boosted: It seems that the young master has gained insights before the battle, has improved his cultivation, and coupled with the characteristics of righteousness to overcome evil, why worry?
He roared loudly, held the weapon in his hand, and struck "sweeping thousands of armies" with one strike, sweeping away several ghosts in front of him with great power.
Roar!
At this time, the temporarily suppressed Feitian Yaksha found a flaw and broke out again. He roared and flew up, trying to kill Chen Jianchen.
As long as Chen Jianchen is killed, the restriction of the righteousness of the ghost-fighting technique in his body will naturally be released.
This flying yaksha has devoured too many ghosts on the battlefield, his power has skyrocketed, and his consciousness is ferocious. How can he still be willing to be enslaved?
Haoran Yangwu's sword is so powerful that it cuts down with one strike.
"Smelly scholar, either you die today or I die!"
Hou Qing's ability to grasp the opportunity of a fighter in mid-air was outstanding. Upon seeing this, he immediately drove the black sedan and jumped down at an unparalleled speed.
Chen Jianchen was one against two, and his disadvantage suddenly appeared. With a clanging clang, Yangwu sword struck Feitian Yaksha like wood and stone, splashing out strange rays of light. Every sword strike caused Feitian Yaksha to suffer considerable trauma.
.
However, Yaksha was not afraid of death and remained unmoved. He just howled wildly and rushed at him regardless of his own safety.
Damn guy!
Chen Jianchen cursed secretly, but there was not much he could do. On the other side, the black sedan where Hou Qing was sitting had arrived with a crash. It transformed and split into eight roots, like a vicious python, attacking him from all directions.
This is a real moment of battle to the death, a decisive battle of life and death, with no room for error.
Chen Jianchen became calmer and calmer, even though he roared loudly, he held a sword in one hand to block the flying yaksha, and wrote quickly with an evil-proof pen in the other hand, and then wrote an article, forming a wall with words and a shield to protect his surroundings.
Bang bang bang!
The roots collided with the words, and each root was blown to pieces.
"Fall down!"
In the midst of the fierce battle, Chen Jianchen made a small opening and used his evil-dispelling pen and sword gently. In an instant, he wrote the word "Zhen". The shape of the word turned into a circle of white light, and flew into the soul of Feitian Yaksha, and the original word "Zhen" was written.
The restrictions united and became powerful, turning into the shape of a boulder and suppressing it heavily.
thump!
The brave Feitian Yaksha couldn't bear it anymore and fell to the ground, unable to move his limbs. He could no longer struggle.
Chen Jianchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, the last root summoned by Hou Qing was smashed into pieces, turning into streaks of misty black energy that filled the air. Whoops, the black sedan suddenly disappeared.
"Huh!"
Chen Jianchen's reaction was not unpleasant, but he still couldn't protect all the flaws. A wisp of black air that was almost invisible to the naked eye got into his right ear very flexibly.
"Hahaha, you are the devil of all living beings, the supreme inner demon, the stinky scholar, now, how do you think you will die?"
Crazy and triumphant laughter rang in my ears and echoed in my heart.