Lin Chenmo's face finally showed anger, "Do you really think he is here to protect himself?"

"Isn't it?" retorted. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lin Chenmo sneered, "In this case, twenty breaths of time can save your life?" Don't forget, we have to stay here for at least a month, you are afraid of death, okay, I am not afraid, I believe in him, I will hold him for twenty breaths!"

"Thank you Lin Xiucai. A hint of gratitude appeared on Fang Xiaoli's face.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and more than a dozen people slowly came out of the crowd.

"Count me in. ”

"Count me in. ”

"Since ancient times, no one has died, early death and late death have to die, anyway, twenty breaths, there is no difference. ”

Soon, fourteen people came to Fang Xiaoli, and one of them asked, "Are you really sure?"

"Yes. Fang Xiaoli nodded emphatically.

"Okay, I believe you, it's just a life anyway. ”

A smile appeared on Fang Xiaoli's face.

Others, however, don't see it that way, and sneer at each other.

"These people are completely stupid to do such a stupid thing for an unrealistic idea. ”

"Twenty breaths of time, don't cherish it, write a suicide note, and maybe you can take it back when someone else comes in the next time you see it. ”

......

Fang Xiaoli ignored these rumors.

Fourteen people wrote "The Great Road", and for a while, the wind and rain seemed to become smaller.

Fang Xiaoli glanced at the sky, and as if he was distracted, he took out the demon suppression pen, and then grinded it.

"I have ink here, take it and ......use it first" Seeing Fang Xiaoli grinding the ink, someone in the crowd automatically offered the ink that had been polished.

Fang Xiaoli just glanced at it and sniffed it, and his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of brilliance.

"Scaly ink!"

The man glanced at Fang Xiaoli in surprise, but didn't say anything, but stepped aside.

The consumption of the demon suppression pen itself is greatly reduced, which can allow Fang Xiaoli to support it for a longer time, but I didn't expect someone to send charcoal in the snow.

Scale ink is an extremely luxurious ink even for Fang Xiaoli.

This kind of ink is made by grinding the internal organs of the deep-sea black fish, which can speed up the writing speed, and the ink will not disperse!

In this way, if you want to write a whole poem, it will take at least four breaths faster!

No longer hesitated, Fang Xiaoli immediately put pen to paper.

"Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not chant and walk slowly. ”

The text jumped lightly, and a layer of pale golden light enveloped it, forcing the yin qi back a few points.

"This is just one sentence, it has such a deterrent power, you can see, the 'demon corpse miasma rain' seems to have become a little smaller. ”

"But it's useless, it's just a sentence, and if you write it badly, it's useless at all. ”

Fang Xiaoli is immersed in his own world.

Write the second sentence.

"Bamboo canes and shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? ”

It's bland, and some people can't help but be disappointed.

"Look, I said, don't be reckless if you don't have the ability!"

The fourteen people who wrote "The Great Road Walk" also had solemn faces, but now that ten breaths have passed, Fang Xiaoli has only written half of it, and the second sentence is so plain that he is afraid that it will be difficult to resist the 'demon corpse miasma rain'.

Fang Xiaoli was still engrossed.

Ten breaths of time is enough.

"The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes. ”

"Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine when I return. ”

Pen down.

Someone burst into laughter.

"Look, what am I talking about, this is self-inflicted humiliation, it is better to write a suicide note immediately. ”

Fourteen people no longer wrote "Avenue Xing", everyone's face was solemn, a little sigh, some cried, and some stared at Fang Xiaoli fiercely.

Even Lin Chenmo sighed and patted Fang Xiaoli's shoulder gently, "It's okay, don't take it to heart, anyway, I'm old, if I die, I'll die." ”

"What? look?"

But at this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed.

"What?"

"Look at that poem!"

Everyone shifted their eyes for the first time, and at this moment, the poem written by Fang Xiaoli suddenly burst into a burst of golden light, obscuring everyone's eyes, and this golden light went straight to the sky, completely clearing the sky.

"What kind of light is this?

"Some of my eyes are gone!"

At the same moment, this golden light lit up at the same time in the Kaiyuan Dynasty, and it was also extremely bright in the demon realm, and all the demon clans felt that their bodies were cold, and they were irradiated by the light, and the strength of all the demon clans dropped a little.

"Check!"

"Let's go check what the hell is going on?"

"Hey, demon handsome, it was someone in the human race who wrote a masterpiece that broke the miasma of the demon corpse in the 'Demon Hunting Field'!"

"What? keep checking me, find out who wrote it......"

Taixue Palace, the two major academies of Dongshufu also got together at the same time.

"The Heirloom Chapter!"

"Hey, this smell is a little familiar......"

Dong Zhongshu and Shao Bowen glanced at each other, and they both smiled bitterly, "It's that kid again." ”

Dong Zhongshu smiled bitterly, "Why is this kid so worry-free, isn't it good to cause less trouble?" I don't know if there is no literary position to write such poems, even if it is me, I am very jealous." ”

"But he has never let me down, and most of the hope for the future of my human race is in him. ”

"Let me figure out what happened. Dong Zhongshu no longer spoke, but pinched his fingers and calculated, half a sound, but his face was a little solemn and said, "What's the matter, there will be a miasma of demon corpses in the first realm of this year's 'Demon Hunting Field', could it be that the seal is going to be slowly broken, and it won't be long before the demon clan can all appear in the human race, and there will be no obstacles?"

"It's not good, there is a demon clan trying to open the demon mirror to see who the person who wrote is, I have to help him hide from the world!"

As soon as the words fell, Dong Zhongshu wrote the word 'concealment', which was to cover all his eyes and prevent him from seeing the truth of the matter.

After the word 'concealment' flew out, he flew directly thousands of miles to Fang Xiaoli's side.

Fang Xiaoli was stunned for a moment, feeling a little more change in his body, but he couldn't say what it was. On the contrary, the demon clan originally wanted to peek at everything, but at this glance, he could only see a vague figure, and he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see it thoroughly.

The sixth realm of the Demon Hunting Field.

Fang Jingyun was dressed in battle armor, holding a red tasseled spear, and on the tip of the spear, it was a corpse of a demon clan.

This time, he looked in the direction of the first realm, and a trace of strangeness finally appeared in his cold eyes.

"He didn't disappoint me!"

......

......

At about the same moment, a light fell from the sky.

Fang Xiaoli's body was shocked, and his demeanor rose to four feet! (Ask for collection, ask for recommendation, thank you~)