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~《》~ Chapter 271: Meritorious Service

(There should be another chapter in the evening, and I'm really ashamed of all of you book friends for more than a month!)

As soon as the bell rang, it was like a shock in his ears, and it fell into a flaw for a moment, Chen Jianchen's heart was clear, and he slowly raised his head and understood the reason.

He is not a person in this world, a sage in this world, what does he have to do with it? Why should he be admired like a mountain? You must know that when he first came to that stage, he was extremely disgusted with the "Four Books" written by Dong Shengren. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After thinking about this layer, it suddenly became clear, it turned out that all kinds of things were false, all of them were demonic obstacles, just like pulling out the dark clouds and seeing the bright moon, there was no cover in front of them, and the whole person's body and mind were in a kind of mysterious and clear changes.

At the beginning of the change, it was the "Sanli True Chapter" in the world of Mud Pill Palace, which was already bleak, but at this moment it unfolded, and many words on it flew out one by one, flying beautifully, one by one, it looked like a bit of a firefly.

A little bit of light, flying forward and backwards, flying straight to the pen of warding off evil spirits, dissolving into it.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine words, nine hundred and ninety-nine words, only a moment of effort, all melted into the pen to ward off evil spirits.

Change and regeneration, the ghostly light on the pen to ward off evil spirits flickered, like stars, full of a mysterious secret, and the pen tip slowly actually bloomed, as if the flower buds bloomed, countless hairs burst open, it is the legendary pen head of the flower image.

All the words dissolved into the pen of evil spirits, and only a blank scroll remained. The empty scroll overturned and folded, but it turned over and seamlessly blended with "Messy Paste".

Airplanes!

At this time, "Zheng Chao Post" completely occupied Chen Jianchen's mud pill palace world, and hung firmly in the center, becoming the core existence.

The image of the Confucian scholar in the green shirt is more distinct, it can be seen that the clothes are fluttering, the hairband is free and easy, the right hand is holding the pen to ward off evil spirits, and the left hand is Haoran raising my sword.

Yangwu Sword has also undergone a lot of changes, the whole body is bright and restrained, and there are faint signs of returning to the basics.

These many changes have occurred in Chen Jianchen's soul world, and outsiders have no way to observe them, what they can see is the external image of Chen Jianchen's soul god, as well as his posture and movements.

Wang Chenghuang fought hard to pay the price of being seriously injured, and sacrificed the magic weapon "Shocking Bell" to press the box, to help Chen Jianchen dispel Hou Qing's magic influence. It can be said that his desperate efforts have played an extremely important role.

Chen Jianchen's eyes rounded, and he regained his clarity, and the pressure from the sky was shattered in vain.

Bang!

The image of the saint on top was shattered, revealing the original form of a black sedan chair: "You, you stinky scholar dare to break the law of this seat!"

His law was broken, and he was undoubtedly hit hard, and he was not lightly wounded, and when he shouted, he was angry and corrupt.

Chen Jianchen had a pen and sword in his hand, standing proudly, looking indifferent, and said slowly: "Hou Qing, I want to make meritorious contributions, borrow your soul and god!"

Hou Qing laughed wildly: "Arrogance, do you think you can turn over the salted fish in this way?"

In the laughter, the black sedan chair roared down, the curtain opened, and a hideous grimace pounced.

In order to practice the profound magic skill of "The Demon Appearance of All Beings", Hou Qing didn't know how much effort he spent, in addition to inheriting the essence of the tree demon, he did not hesitate to invade the yang world and plundered countless flesh and blood, which is why he has such an achievement.

Because of the unscrupulous plunder, the area around Montenegro is full of bones, and there are no life, and almost all of them are ghosts.

The country is dying, the demons are dancing, and the demons are numerous, it can only be regarded as a microcosm.

Chen Jianchen was calm and calm, and the action of lifting the pen to ward off evil spirits was light and light, as if copying and pasting.

"Broken!"

The tip of the pen catches up, and it is a "broken" word. The characters are formed and the charm is born, and the strokes are vertical and horizontal, which have long surpassed the limitations of the glyphs, and truly comprehended the spirit of the pen and ink, which is miraculous and close to the Tao, and contains some magical rules.

Break!

In response, the fierce grimace turned into countless fragments like a fragile glass that flew in all directions, and then turned to ashes.

"How is that possible?"

Hou Qing's voice was unexpectedly shocked.

This scene was seen by Wang Chenghuang, and his morale was greatly boosted: it seems that the son has comprehended the battle, and his cultivation is diligent, coupled with the characteristics of righteousness and overcoming evil, why not win?

He roared, held his blade, and "swept away a thousand armies" with one blow, and swept away several ghosts in front of him with great might.

Roar!

At this moment, the Flying Yaksha, who had been temporarily suppressed, found a flaw, attacked again, roared and flew up, wanting to kill Chen Jianchen.

As long as Chen Jianchen is killed, the righteous qi prohibition in his body will naturally be liberated.

This Flying Yaksha has devoured too many Yin Souls on the battlefield, his strength has skyrocketed, his consciousness is fierce, where is he willing to be willingly enslaved?

Chen Jianchen's face changed: "Looking for death!"

Haoran raised my sword and slashed down with a sword.

"Stinky scholar, today is either you or I die!"

Hou Qing's ability to grasp the fighter plane in mid-air was very outstanding, and when he saw this, he immediately drove the black sedan chair and pounced down at an incomparable speed.

Chen Jianchen was one against two, and the disadvantage suddenly appeared, sonorous, and the Yangwu sword slashed on the Flying Yaksha, like hitting the wood and stones, splashing with strange light. Each sword caused a lot of trauma to the Flying Yaksha.

However, Yaksha was not afraid of death, and was unmoved, but only screamed wildly, and rushed at him without hesitation.

Damn the guys!

Chen Jianchen scolded secretly, but there was not much to do, the black sedan chair where Hou Qing was on the other side had already burst in, and it turned into eight roots, like a vicious python, attacking him from all directions.

This is the real moment of death battle, a battle for life and death, and there is no room for loss.

Chen Jianchen became more and more calm, even though he let out a long whistle, he blocked the Flying Yaksha with a sword in one hand, wrote quickly with an evil pen, and then wrote articles, using the text to form a wall and a shield to protect the direction of his body.

Bang bang bang!

The roots collided with the words, and each one was blown to pieces.

"Fall for me!"

In the fierce battle, Chen Jianchen vacated such a small vacancy, the pen and sword to ward off evil spirits were tactful, and the word "town" was written in an instant, and the glyph turned into a circle of white light, and flew into the soul of the Flying Yaksha, and the original prohibition was united, and the momentum grew stronger, turning into a boulder, and it was suppressed heavily.

Thump!

The brave Flying Yaksha couldn't bear it in the end, and fell to the ground, unable to move his limbs, and couldn't struggle anymore.

Chen Jianchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the last root whisker summoned by Hou Qing was also shattered, and it became a stream of ethereal black qi, diffusing it. Whew, the black sedan chair suddenly disappeared.

"Huh!"

Chen Jianchen's reaction was not unpleasant, but he still couldn't protect all the flaws, and a wisp of black qi that was barely visible to the naked eye penetrated into his right ear very flexibly.

"Hahaha, the demon of all beings, the supreme demon, the stinky scholar, this time, how do you die?"

Crazy smug laughter rang in my ears and echoed in my heart.

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