On the outskirts of Beijing, in a valley.
Li Haocheng looked at the surrounding environment.
There were deep cliffs and valleys, dangerous mountains, treacherous rocks and strange trees, and clusters of miscellaneous flowers and moso bamboos.
In the dead of night and the silence of the people, it seemed a bit rugged.
At first glance, it was nothing.
Great place.
"This evil god is not stupid," Li Haocheng said with emotion as he stood in front of the almost deserted mountain god and felt the faint presence of divine power inside.
After analyzing the divine power in Ziwu's pen, Li Haocheng discovered that there were four or five strongholds around Beijing that were sensitive to the divine power, and the valley here was the closest to Beijing and the place with the weakest sensitivity.
Considering the environment here, 99% of people would not suspect that the other party is hiding his true identity here.
Li Haocheng pushed in.
In the deep darkness, there was a small light swaying.
An old man with skin like an old tree stood at the other end, looking at Li Haocheng tremblingly, and said with some surprise: "Tao Where did he come from?
Why are you so rude?
Just come in uninvited and push the door open."
"Not to mention living in an old man's body, I am willing to worship other gods."
After Li Haocheng finished speaking, the Qiyin Miaoshu brushed his face.
The old man's eyes were slightly focused, and a jasper writing brush slipped out of his sleeve, and with a slight stroke in mid-air, a famous poem "Ode to the Mountains" of the civilized Tang Dynasty appeared, and the words exuding gleaming brilliance formed a structure.
The shadow of the mountains shrouded him, blocking the light falling from the sky.
"Sure enough, he is an evil god from the literary and spiritual lineage and specializes in poetry and poetry."
Li Haocheng looked at the other party's methods with great interest.
This kind of ability to control everything through poetry and poetry belongs to the Confucian, Taoist and humanistic literary gods in Jiuzhou. patent.
Of course, the essence of this method is also to rely on the will of all living beings.
Therefore, the more famous the article, the greater the power it can exert.
An article like "Ode to the Mountains" that is quite famous throughout the Tang Dynasty, under the influence of a literary god The skills displayed in his hands are no less than those of some third-level monks in the Ghost Fairy Realm.
"How did you discover me?"
The old man said in a voice full of divine aura.
"How did you find it?"
Li Haocheng chuckled, and Taixu's magic power gathered in his palm, simulating the divine power that the old man had just activated.
The old man's pupils shrank suddenly, and he said with some fear: "Then what do you want to do?"
"A friend of mine is the newly born God of Moonlight and Mingyue Pure Spirit, but you also know that the God of Taiyin is not easy to deal with in Jiuzhou, so I was thinking about helping him find some new authority.
It happened to be invited this time When I came to Beijing, I found an evil god, a literary god who has some connection with Taiyin.
What do you think I want to do?"
"Arrogant" Facing Li Haocheng who wanted to kill God, the old man shouted angrily, waved the brush in his hand, and a song of Yi Shui was written.
Countless vitality of heaven and earth mixed with the breath of the underworld, condensed into an illusory figure and escaped.
Void.
Then, another white jade unicorn paperweight flew out of his sleeve.
This paperweight was crystal clear, with rich and complex literary thoughts and talents lingering on the surface.
"Yeah, this thing."
A clear light flashed in Li Haocheng's eyes.
He saw various articles and words flying around the paperweight, circulating endlessly, evolving into various different figures, but they were the literary talents of different people, mixed with spirit and spirit.
A condensed shadow.
After counting, there were about twenty or thirty people in the formed phantoms, and there were also three or four hundred unformed ones.
After these phantoms appeared, the paperweight spun in the air, bursting out with strange power.
Li Haocheng suddenly felt the ghost swaying, as if he was about to leave his body.
However, as soon as his mind changed, he settled again, but his spiritual sense became a little heavy, and there were faint signs of the poems and songs in his memory flowing out.
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"Interesting" the jade talisman flashed with clear light, protecting the sea of Yin Shen consciousness.
Li Haocheng, who ignored the paperweight's power, took out the newly refined ceiling flag and danced in the air.
The treasures fell from the ceiling, lotuses bloomed, the world was turned upside down, and the five aggregates were blurred. .
Like Earth Star, Yishui Song praises an assassin who assassinated the Immortal Qin Shihuang and the Last Emperor.
However, because of the strength of the Immortal Qin Shihuang and the Last Emperor, things evolved in a very different direction, and the assassin derived from Yi Shuige , is naturally endowed with various abilities, not only is it silent and can travel through the void, but the poison-extracting blade in his hand can also ignore most Taoist defenses.
Faced with such an attack, Li Haocheng's first reaction was to throw out the Sky-Flowing Flag, and then throw out the Seven-tone Tree.
The roots of the tree spread, connected with the lotus, and formed a legal formation.
He instantly forced the assassin who was approaching him out and slapped him.
After patting them away, he took off the gourd from his waist and pointed it at the old man.
A wisp of white hair rose from the mouth of the gourd.
The old man was alert and wrote nine big characters in succession.
"Defensive Guard Dunjia Calm Condensation" The first six characters turned into six layers of different defense barriers in front of the old man, while the last three characters were to protect the clarity of his soul and prevent the power of white hair to fix the soul.
But the soul-fixing light is easy to defend, but the sword light is difficult to resist.
The sharp power of the sword light pierced the five layers of barriers.
When it landed on the sixth layer, a stream of light flew out from the old man's Tianling.
With a flash of sword light, an old human head fell to the ground.
Without looking at it, Li Haocheng turned the gourd in his hand and aimed at a god emerging in mid-air surrounded by divine light.
The white hair appeared again at the mouth of the gourd.
"Damn it!"
The literary god who revealed his true form felt the breath of death.
After he cursed in a low voice, his body was filled with literary energy, the fragrance of ink floated, and the words of the saint flew out from the halo behind his head.
A roll of bamboo slips is formed above the head, and the looming words on it can be said to be pearls.
Each word exudes spiritual light and contains the words of the saint and the principles of humanity comprehended by this literary god.
Under the cover of these radiances of humanity, the wishful gourd in Li Haocheng's hand was unable to lock onto the opponent for a while.
"Hmph" Li Haocheng snorted coldly, slapped the gourd, and the sword flew out, splitting into two in mid-air, like two dragon snakes scissoring towards the Wen Shen.
"Broken" After getting a moment of free time, the God of Literature wrote down a word.
The words written one by one contained powerful power.
The words turned into flowing light and instantly defeated the two snakes.
Then he wrote down one word after another.
With the words "knife" and "sword", two illusory magic weapons appeared and attacked Li Haocheng.
Relying on the protection of the colorful flags and the seven-tone tree, Li Haocheng couldn't avoid it.
He just clapped his hands on the gourd, and thunder light circulated on the surface of the gourd, followed by red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple lights.
Flashing, all Li Haochenghui's thunder spells were condensed by Taixu Qi in the gourd, and turned into thunder beads flying out from it, bombarding Wenshen wildly.
Thunder light circulated and thunderbolts exploded.
The swords and weapons written by the God of Literature could not stand still for a moment.
They were blown to pieces by the thunder light.
The bamboo slips guarding his divine body also continued to tremble.
The glory of humanity was faintly dim.
At this time, I saw a ray of sword light flashing, the sharp light piercing the defense of the bamboo slip, and turning around Wen Shen's neck.
Looking at the fallen Wen Shen, Li Haocheng slapped the gourd, and streams of Taixu Qi flew out, collecting the lightning that had not dispersed, as well as Wen Shen's remaining divine body and artifacts, and erasing himself.
After leaving a breath, he decisively turned around and left, not caring at all about the loot that might still exist in the ruined temple.
Not long after Li Haocheng left, he saw two divine lights falling.
In an instant, the sun rose in the ruined temple, and the faint sound of prayers sounded.
The overlapping bright lights illuminated the dark hall.
"Hey, that guy's real body is hiding here.
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Who killed him?"
A god with light golden flames all over his body looked at the old man on the ground in surprise.
Feeling the divine power remaining in the corpse, his face looked a little ugly.
"It doesn't matter who killed him."
Another god, surrounded by golden flames, reached out and touched the old man's body.
A bit of crimson divine power emerged, with a faint golden light flickering in it.
His eyes narrowed slightly: "Now we It must be made clear that some of the pigs we raise are disguised as pigs.”
The gods with pale golden flames don't look very good-looking either.
The Shinto is no better than the Immortal.
Immortal monks who want to break through from the ghost fairyland to the earthly fairyland need to face three disasters.
However, the Shinto doesn't have so many troubles, especially the gods of incense and fire.
As long as you condense the third...
With a little golden light, the rest only needs incense and willpower to keep up, and you will immediately become a golden god.
For the two of them, the concept of several red-chi evil gods appearing within their jurisdiction is completely different from the appearance of one golden-chi evil god.
The former is still within the normal range, and killing them in time is a merit, while the latter is dereliction of duty, which is enough.
This is a serious dereliction of duty that knocks them off their throne.
"I'll have people investigate as soon as I get back."
When the pale golden god said this, his tone was extremely cold, indicating the coming bloody storm.
But the other one was even more ruthless.
He sneered and said: "What are you investigating?
Anyway, this batch has almost been raised.
Even if it is not fat enough, there is still some meat.
I just took advantage of this rural test to clean it up and left one or two by the way."
Of course, we can’t keep them free-range this time.
It’s easy to make mistakes like this time.
When the time comes, we’ll find a place to enclose them and keep them in captivity.”
"That's what my lord said
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