I don't know when the wind in the inner valley suddenly became as sharp as a knife, much sharper and colder.
Su Pingan and the others looked at the young man in front of them with red hair and a blood-red flame mark magic pattern on his forehead. For a moment, it was difficult to connect with the ugly and ferocious monster, the Barbarian God.
What makes them even more unbelievable is that the Barbarian God is actually not dead!
In the valley, the moment King Wen of the Four Kingdoms saw the Barbarian God reappearing, everyone quietly gathered together, including Ji Cangzhou and Wangshan Jun who had just arrived.
A group of King Wen and three sub-sages, this group's fighting power is enough to overthrow the entire continent, but at this moment, facing the barbarian god in front of them, Su Ping'an and the others are extremely nervous, uneasy and uneasy.
The pressure that the True God puts on people is definitely not comparable to the distraction of the half-baked Barbarian God before.
After the Barbarian God appeared, he had a faint smile on his lips, as if he suddenly became calmer and calmer. He stepped into the void with a pair of bare, bloodless white feet, looking down at Su Ping'an and others,
He said calmly: "I will give you one last chance. Kneel down and surrender to me. I can forget the past."
Hearing that the Barbarian God was recruiting them, Zhao Mengfu and others all looked strange, but they soon understood, because at this time the Barbarian God was already the body of a true god, and his strength was already strong enough to be fearless of any threats.
If your mentality is different, your way of looking at things will also be different.
Now, he seems to be enjoying the pleasure of a cat playing with a mouse, and he also has a sense of arrogance like looking at an ant.
Seeing this, the old dean took a step forward, his white eyebrows fluttering and said: "You barbarians have wanted to conquer the entire continent and flatten the land of our human race since the very beginning. Since humans and barbarians cannot coexist, why are you acting coy now?"
The murderous sound of Da Zhan's piano sound did not diminish, and then he took a step forward and said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, if you want to fight, fight. Even if you regain the body of a true god, so what, my human race could kill you a thousand years ago, but now we are the same
can do!"
Next to him, the chess master said nothing, but he dragged the Tianxing chessboard and took a step.
Behind him, Su Ping'an, Ji Cangzhou, Zhao Mengfu and others also took a step forward without hesitation. Only Jiutoulong, Sanyan and Wangshanjun hesitated.
After all, they are not the human race. They were willing to side with the human race because the Barbarian God's cultivation had not recovered and the human race had a higher chance of winning. But now that they saw that the Barbarian God had restored his position as a true god, they were instantly shaken.
However, Su Ping'an and the others had no time to pay attention to this at this time. Among the more than twenty human kings, not one of them flinched before facing the huge pressure of the Barbarian God.
The Man God looked at this scene, and the corner of his mouth taunted: "Okay, very good, I appreciate your behavior of not shedding tears without seeing the coffin, but... Thousands of years ago, that was the Confucian sage and the god.
In a fight, he has the status of a saint so that he can have a slight advantage over this god, but what about you? Why do you do it?"
Su Pingan and others did not answer, but responded with actions.
More than twenty King Wen and others acted in tacit agreement at this moment, and actually took action together.
In an instant, dozens of Wen Qi appeared together, and then converged into a colorful long river in the void. It was not turbulent or surging, but it contained the full blow of more than twenty Wen Kings and three Semi-Saints.
kill!
The silence speaks!
The rainbow is like a belt, and the horses are like a river!
Gathering the power of all the literary cultivators of the human race, the river of literary energy then surged towards the barbarian god standing in the void.
The power of that blow was no longer enough to be described in words. The entire world seemed to have no other colors at this moment, leaving only that blow across the sky.
"The light of fireflies dares to compete with the bright moon!"
The Barbarian God stood in the void and snorted coldly, as if he didn't take this attack seriously at all.
I saw him raising his hand, extending a finger casually, and then pointed it towards the void in front of him.
Boom!
A space crack that was more than ten times long was torn open by him, as if this space to him was just a window that could be broken with just one poke. It was so casual and easy.
Huhu...
As soon as the space crack opened, it was like a giant beast with its mouth open, swallowing up all the combined attack power of Su Pingan and others.
The terrifying attack that gathered twenty or thirty strong men from the four countries disappeared without a trace without even making a splash.
Seeing this scene, King Wen of the Four Kingdoms was stunned.
Such a powerful attack disappeared so quietly?
"This...how can we fight this?"
The literary cultivators of the Four Kingdoms were immediately hit hard.
The gap was too big. One side tried its best to block it, while the other side blocked it with just a few moves. It took no effort. Such a disparity in the contest suddenly made King Wen of the Four Kingdoms feel depressed.
"No, I don't believe it!"
Zhao Mengfu gathered all the literary energy in his body without believing in evil, then poured it all into his Wenwang Wenbao, and launched another attack on the barbarian god.
The sound of the piano filled the sky, intertwining into the silhouette of a terrifying wild beast in the void.
Feeling the powerful pressure from the beast shadow, even the powerful Barbarian Emperors of the Barbarian Clan could not help but look solemn.
But when the terrifying beast shadow roared and rushed to the side of the barbarian god, the opponent opened his big hand and his fingers turned into a net. He just held it casually and easily pinched the beast shadow in his hand.
The desolate beast that was as huge as a mountain in front of Su Ping'an and others suddenly transformed into a miniature teacup dog in the hands of the Barbarian God. It was as cute as a mess.
The Barbarian God held the struggling figure of the desolate beast disdainfully and said coldly: "That's it?"
This scene was undoubtedly another heavy blow to King Wen of the Four Kingdoms, and the barbarian soldiers had already begun to cheer.
The Barbarian God has regained his true god's body and is now in an invincible state dominating the world. Even if they don't take action, it will be fine.
"How can we fight like this? Our attack poses no threat to him at all."
"Damn, I'm so unwilling. We obviously had a chance before, but now..."
"Does God really want to destroy our human race?"
Among the human race literary cultivators, many people were dejected. They were obviously the strongest fighting force in the human race, and they were almost omnipotent in the past, but now they actually feel that they are no different from ordinary people.
Even the Qin Saint and the Chess Saint were speechless. Even though they were the Lesser Saints, they were actually pale and powerless in front of the Barbarian God.
Just when everyone was disheartened, Su Ping'an suddenly flashed his eyes and said through a message: "No, we still have a chance!"
The old dean looked at him doubtfully and replied via voice transmission: "Is there anything else you can do?"
Qin Sheng shook his head and said: "There is no chance. The Barbarian God is already the body of a true god. Just as he said, unless the saint comes back, no one can stop him!"
Su Ping'an said decisively: "Since it's impossible for non-saints to stop you, let me become a saint!"
"???"
The old dean and the other three were shocked when they heard this, "You want to become a saint? Are you ready?"
Sanctify!
This is the lifelong goal of all literary scholars.
Although becoming a saint sounds simple, for those of them who have been to the holy realm, only they know how difficult it is.
The chess master shook his head and said: "Becoming a saint is not as simple as you think. If you want to become a saint, you must not only reach the peak of King Wen's ninth realm and keep your spiritual energy in a perfect state, but you must also master all four realms. Only in this way can you
When you become a saint, you combine the power of heaven and earth from the four channels of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. The power of heaven and earth alone cannot bring you to the threshold of a saint. Even we, although we have been cultivating for so many years, we still cannot store enough foundation.
Impacting the Saint Realm, let alone you?"
Su Ping'an said with a firm expression: "But now there is no other way, and... I am already at the peak of King Wen's ninth realm, and am proficient in all four realms!"
"???"
The three old deans were stunned again.
How long has this guy been promoted to the ninth realm of King Wen? Is this the peak of the ninth realm?
You're not that fast in an empty boat, are you?!
Moreover, he is also proficient in all four realms. How is this possible?
Even if the three of them haven't reached the level of latent cultivation for so many years, how could this boy... wait, it seems that in the last Four Kingdoms Competition, this boy was the first in the Six Paths, right?!
In this way, it seems that he is indeed skilled in all four realms.
After realizing all this, the eyes of the three old deans suddenly changed, "It seems... we can give it a try!"
"Time waits for us not, so let us help you protect the law. Give it a try!"
The three of them communicated very quickly, and after it was confirmed, Su Ping'an stopped talking. He immediately closed his eyes, and then began to mobilize all the literary energy in his body, and began to gather and attack the hazy gate of heaven.
After Su Pingan was promoted to the ninth realm of King Wen, it didn't take long for him to reach the peak realm quickly with the literary energy that the entire continent gave him back every day.
When he reached the peak of the Nine Realms, he faintly saw a tall jade gate deep in the sea of consciousness.
The jade gate was hazy, exuding a mighty holy power. Although he couldn't see it clearly, he knew instinctively that it was the gate of the saint.
As long as you can retreat from the jade gate and step into the gate, you can become a saint.
It's just that he had already arrived in the north and was busy with the entire march plan, so there was no experiment. But now that the Barbarian God had forced him to this point, he could only give it a try with all his strength.
Boom...
When Su Ping'an's thoughts returned, the Wenxin tree in his body immediately started to vibrate. The infinite literary energy condensed in his body, and the four strands of heaven and earth rhymes on the Wenxin tree also shone brightly, exuding endless waves.
the power of.
These forces then merged together, gradually converging into a rainbow bridge, and gradually spread to the jade gate deep in his spiritual sea of consciousness.
The Yumen and Wenxin trees are far apart, so the more power it takes to build a bridge with Wenqi.
Fortunately, Su Ping'an's background was deep enough. With the blessing of the four rays of heaven and earth, the Hongqiao was almost spreading forward at the speed of an empty boat.
Soon, Hongqiao was only about a hundred meters away from Yumen, and at this time, the extension speed of Hongqiao suddenly slowed down.
When Su Ping'an noticed this, he understood that other forces were needed to fill the gap.
There is no doubt that these powers naturally refer to the four powers of music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
"Now I finally understand what you do."
When Su Pingan realized this, he couldn't help but look up at the colorful fruits hanging on the Asparagus tree.
These fruits are the power accumulated by Su Pingan's literary talent through his achievements in writing books and composing music, playing chess, painting, and even making movies.
Some fruits are fruit-shaped, round, golden, and very beautiful; while some fruits are hung on the tree in the form of jade slips or mini scrolls.
All four powers are concentrated in the fruit.
"Then let's get started!"
Su Ping'an then picked a 'Journey to the West' fruit and swallowed it in one gulp.
As soon as they entered the stomach, the fruits immediately turned into a pure force of heaven, and immediately flowed into the Hongqiao from under their feet. The Hongqiao immediately spread forward for about ten meters.
"If a fruit is ten meters long, then I may not be able to use up the fruit on the tree full of it!"
Seeing this situation, Su Pingan quickly became confident.
This is also due to the good quality of his fruits.
Take the fruits of the "Journey to the West" just now. The total number of viewers of "Journey to the West" has exceeded "100 million" in the great city of Xuan. Such a huge amount of cultural accumulation has made the quality of the fruit also great.
It has shown a qualitative change that is far beyond the comparison of fruits worth millions or tens of millions.
And he has more than ten fruits with more than 100 million total viewers.
In other words, no one's path to sainthood has been as solid as Su Pingan's.
…
At the same time, when Su Pingan closed his eyes and entered the saint realm, his body naturally revealed a different aura of the saint.
This breath was quickly noticed by the Barbarian God. He immediately locked his eyebrows at Su Pingan's figure, and then sneered: "Haha... I really didn't expect you to be so bold, to be here, in
At this moment, when you choose to hit the path of becoming a saint, should I say that you have the guts, or should I say that you don’t know how to live or die?"
When the old dean and the others saw that the Barbarian God had noticed Su Pingan's situation, the three of them immediately stood in front of Su Pingan and shouted to Ji Cangzhou, Zhao Mengfu and others: "Protect Pingan, he is our only hope now!"
When they first heard the Barbarian God's words, Zhao Meng's Mansion and others were also surprised. They never expected that Su Ping'an would attack the position of saint at this time.
But the words of the old dean made them wake up instantly and make a decision immediately.
Zhao Meng's Mansion stood directly behind Su Pingan, facing the endless army of barbarians, "Even if I die, I will not let a barbarian soldier step in front of me!"
Ji Cangzhou and others also reacted immediately, forming a strong human wall around Su Pingan.
The Barbarian God looked at this scene jokingly. He did not think that Su Pingan could succeed in the attack, so he watched the old dean and the others struggling with confidence.
"Kill, kill them!"
On the barbarian side, a group of barbarian soldiers, after being shocked by the Barbarian God's resurrection, immediately turned into a group of crazy beasts and charged towards Zhao Mengfu and others.
Barbarians are like dogs, wreaking havoc in groups.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the two sides were fighting each other.
Zhao Meng's Mansion and others stayed firmly beside Su Pingan, using various magical means to form a wall to block out all the barbarians who were charging at him.
Puff puff……
Blood splattered and bones piled up.
After just a cup of tea, the bodies of barbarian soldiers piled up around Zhao Meng's house were almost as high as a room, while the barbarian soldiers around them were still charging forward.
This was a contest with a huge disparity in numbers, but no human literary cultivator was afraid to retreat.
The Barbarian God kept looking at this scene jokingly, like a god looking at an ant.
The old dean, the piano saint, and the chess saint stared at the Barbarian God. They were extremely nervous in their hearts and could only secretly hope that Su Pingan would succeed.
Puff puff……
The battle lasted for another cup of tea, but Zhao Meng's Mansion and the others felt as if decades had passed. There were more and more barbarians around, and their strength became stronger and stronger. In the end, almost all of them were Wenzong-level barbarians.
The soldiers were charging. Even Zhao Mengfu and the others were strong men from King Wen, but under such a high-intensity charge, they were unable to protect themselves, and their bodies were soon covered in blood.
"Are we going to die here like this?"
Just when the fighting spirit of Zhao Meng Mansion and the others was about to be wiped out, suddenly, Su Ping'an, who had been standing motionless in the crowd, suddenly had a powerful aura of the holy way escaping from his body.
"Is this... the power of a saint?"
The old dean and the others reacted first, and then the three sub-sages turned back to look at Su Pingan, exclaiming in shock: "This guy has really touched the Heavenly Gate of the Holy Way?!"
"This is impossible!"
This sound was the voice of the Barbarian God.
When he saw that Su Pingan's body really began to exude the power of a saint, a hint of panic suddenly appeared on the face of the Barbarian God that had been joking.
He had always been confident and did not take action against Su Pingan and the others immediately because he felt that Su Pingan could not be promoted to sainthood. Without the strength of a saint, these human literary cultivators would not be able to compete with him. Naturally, he could slowly torture these people.
But, now that boy is really going to become a saint?!
"No...he can never be made a saint, and no one can become a god in front of this god!"
The Barbarian God panicked, and he finally took action. He raised his hand and smacked it, and a terrifying and fierce divine power immediately hit Su Ping'an like the sky was falling and the sea was falling.
"Stop him!"
The three old deans sensed the danger. The Qin Sheng and the Chess Sage immediately took action together, using the holy weapon as a barrier to set up a curtain of light above Su Ping'an's head.
boom!
The hand of the Barbarian God struck the holy weapon light curtain, which immediately caused the whole world to tremble. The void collapsed countless times, and cracks appeared on the light curtain in an instant, as if it would collapse in the next moment.
Puff puff……
The three old deans tried their best, but they were still injured and vomited blood due to the shock. However, the old dean did not fall down and held on: "Hold on!"
At this time, the aura of the holy way on Su Ping'an's body was getting stronger and stronger, and even his whole body gradually began to glow with colorful lights.
The Barbarian God's eyes froze when he saw this, and then he took action again in anger, "Get out of here!"
boom!
Under another attack from the Barbarian God, the old dean and the others finally couldn't hold on any longer, and were knocked flying one by one. At the same time, the measuring pen, the Yaoguang Qin, the Tianxing chessboard, and the Mysterious Picture Scroll were all shaken.
Separated from the protective light curtain, each one lost their spirituality and fell to the ground dimly.
The evil spirit of the Barbarian God surged wildly, and the power of the evil god raged in the sky, and no one could stop him in front of him.
Looking at Su Pingan, whose eyes were still closed in front of him, his eyes were full of murderous intent. Then he raised his palm again and said coldly: "It's over. The last hope of your human race has just collapsed!"
After saying that, he dropped his palm.
It was at this critical moment that a white light suddenly flashed out of Su Ping'an's body, followed by a huge fox shadow shining in the sky, and then a clear shout was heard, "If you want to kill him, have you asked my aunt?"
Nine-tailed sky fox and phoenix Xiaomian!
This little fox, who had never appeared before, suddenly appeared as a back-up at this moment.
boom!
The little fox tried his best to catch the Barbarian God's palm, but as soon as the two came into contact, the little fox was knocked away.
Even the nine-tailed sky fox couldn't block a blow in front of the barbarian god.
But it was also because of her delay that a ray of holy light suddenly fell from the already dark sky, hitting Su Ping'an's head directly.
Immediately afterwards, colorful auspicious clouds appeared in the sky, and fairy lights fell from the sky like feathers, giving people a feeling of Holy Spirit, peace, purity, and beauty.
Seeing this scene, the pupils of everyone present were shocked, and many people almost blurted out: "I have become a saint!" This chapter has been completed!