Seeing Liu Ji and Xiang Ji escaping from his hands one after another, Lin Ze's face was gloomy and about to drip.

This kind of proper protagonist treatment is a little too disgusting, and of course, the most disgusting thing is that these two people are his enemies.

The enemy is the protagonist of the Mandate of Heaven, so what is he?

Phew, the son of the crossing, never admit defeat, Lin Ze put away the messy thoughts in his heart and thought to himself.

Lin Ze glanced at the large camp not far away, except for the rebels who still had a little resistance, the army was already cleaning up the battlefield.

Collect the weapons and armor of the captives, concentrate on them, mend the knives of the seriously wounded soldiers, and let them leave happily, etc.

Lin Ze found Han Xin and issued two military orders: "Quickly clean up the battlefield, then camp on the spot, rest for a day, and after recuperating enough energy, continue to pursue Liu Ji with Benhou." ”

"As for the captives, they will be handed over to Wu Fan first, and after he has finished processing, they will all be assigned to the hard labor camp and be responsible for some dirty work. ”

For these two military orders, Han Xin did not feel strange at all.

War is fought with momentum, and at present, the own side will win every battle, and the morale is strong, but the enemy is defeated again and again, and it is the time to go all the way.

Lin Ze asked Wu Fan to deal with the captives, just to let him squeeze more information out, or to arrange for a detailed work.

Therefore, Han Xin replied with a straight face: "Obey the orders of the Hou Ye." ”

After explaining this, Lin Ze found a pure valley, planning to carefully study the sage ritual scriptures he had just obtained.

Before, Lin Ze imitated Meng Hao's breath through Xiaojin, so that he could control it and use it to deal with Xiang Ji, if he could thoroughly analyze the principle and imitate a few more pieces by himself, wouldn't he be invincible in the world?

Sitting cross-legged, Lin Ze separated a trace of divine thought, turned into tentacles, and seeped into the interior of the Book of Poetry.

As soon as Lin Ze's divine thoughts entered the Book of Songs, it was as if he had fallen into a dark quagmire, and it was difficult to move an inch.

I saw a glimmer of light in the depths of the darkness, which deeply attracted Lin Ze.

Lin Ze had only one thought in his mind, rush over and get it.

Without waiting for Lin Ze to react, the rest of the thoughts in his mind automatically poured into the interior of the Book of Poetry as a golden torrent, rushing towards the glimmer of light.

Lin Ze immediately felt bad and wanted to take back his divine thoughts, but before he could take them back, even the main consciousness was sucked over, and before he fell into complete darkness, Lin Ze only had time to send a message to Xiao Jin: Pull me back.

I don't know how long he wandered in the dark before Lin Ze's consciousness slowly recovered, and he found himself in a bizarre picture.

In the picture, some people are solemnly sacrificing their ancestors, some people are drinking and feasting, looking for fun, and some people are proposing to their beloved.

So this is a world made up of the stories recorded in the Book of Poetry? Lin Ze's consciousness flashed with a hint of enlightenment.

But how can I get out? Do I have to be reincarnated in it for a hundred lifetimes?

Lin Ze, who couldn't get an answer, could only support his consciousness to wander in various pictures, trying to find a way back.

I don't know how long it took, Lin Ze's consciousness was in a remote corner and saw a golden light.

Lin Ze's consciousness was overjoyed, wasn't this his own divine thought?

When those divine thoughts encountered Lin Ze's main consciousness, as if they had found their own home, they rushed over frantically, completely submerging Lin Ze's main consciousness.

Lin Ze only felt that the world was spinning, and he suddenly felt the existence of his body.

Coming back?

Lin Ze's heart moved, and he opened his eyes suddenly, and what caught his eyes was no longer a bizarre picture, but a scene of himself sitting on top of the bluestone.

Lin Ze immediately breathed a sigh of relief, just like before his consciousness entered the Book of Poetry, he really returned.

At the same time, the Book of Poetry, which was originally floating in mid-air, seemed to have lost its color and was falling.

Lin Ze subconsciously took the Book of Poetry in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh: "This Book of Poetry is actually a treasure of inheritance that can improve cultivation. ”

How big is the heart of those Confucian people that they will use this treasure of inheritance as a secret treasure of defense?

Then a terrible thought came to Lin Ze's mind: maybe they had too many treasures, so they didn't feel it, was it really poverty that limited his imagination?

Clearing the messy thoughts out of his mind, Lin Ze felt the changes in front of him, and he couldn't help but have a hint of joy on his face.

There are two biggest changes, one is that the divine thoughts in Lin Ze's mind have changed from the original pile of golden light that gathered together and don't know how many times to a full three hundred and sixty yellow diamonds.

Each one looks about the size of a thumb, crystal clear, and reflects a misty light to the outside world.

Theoretically speaking, the moment the Grandmaster Realm's divine thoughts changed from countless to numerous, it meant that Lin Ze had embarked on the path of advancing to the Divine Soul Realm.

Next, Lin Ze only needs to condense these three hundred and sixty divine thoughts into one, and then portray them into things that carry his own beliefs, and they are completely flawless, so that he can officially advance to the Divine Soul Realm.

It's just that the journey is just as long and long.

A book of poetry made Lin Ze feel like he had taken a plane, and he crossed countless steps on the road of the grandmaster realm at once.

Whether the Divine Mind is strong or not directly determines the strength of the Grandmaster Realm, and Lin Ze at this moment is at least three times more powerful than before.

Don't think that three times is not much, you must know that Lin Ze is a grandmaster realm, not a first-class bone realm, one dollar becomes three yuan is not much, but one hundred million becomes three hundred million?

Another change is that Lin Ze's entire body has lost weight, and his originally strong body looks a little thin.

I saw Lin Ze gently rub his arm, and immediately rubbed a layer of old skin down.

This kind of change can be said to be extremely familiar to Lin Ze, and it is the change that occurs after cultivating the pine and cypress decision and withering glory once.

Songbai is a Confucian secret method of refining the body that Lin Ze obtained from Zhou Qingchen, which can greatly enhance the physique of a martial artist.

Lin Ze had changed countless pills at any cost before he could barely cultivate to Xiaocheng.

Even if it is Xiaocheng, during the period of the ** campaign, this secret method can be regarded as saving Lin Ze many times, serious injuries become minor injuries, and minor injuries become minor injuries, which is extremely easy to use.

For various reasons, Lin Ze did not continue to cultivate this secret method.

Just now, Lin Ze clearly felt that the secret method of Songbai Duel was completed, and even just a little bit, it was consummated.

The residual white light in his body clearly told Lin Ze that it was only under the washing of countless white lights that it was completed so quickly.

Thinking that Meng Hao was holding this kind of treasure and using it to resist his own attack, Lin Ze only felt distressed.

Tyrannical creatures!

Although this kind of white light is condensed by absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth from the Book of Poetry, it is a renewable resource.

But the speed of condensation is very slow, and normally, I'm afraid it's just a little bit a day.

Once again, he secretly cursed Confucianism for not knowing how to cherish treasures, Lin Ze got up, and Xiao Jin asked in his mind: "How long has it been since I lost consciousness?"

"Ten breaths. ”

Lin Ze's pupils shrank, and he suddenly felt the heavy weight of the word saint.

In Lin Ze's view, the Book of Poetry is used to increase the cultivation of the Grandmaster Realm.

The saint has the means to increase the cultivation of the grandmaster martial artist, which is not terrible, the terrible thing is that he can quickly increase the cultivation of the martial artist in such a short period of time as ten breaths.

However, what Lin Ze didn't know was that if it weren't for the Songbai Decision he cultivated, which was an authentic Confucian secret method, I am afraid that what he would get this time would not be a benefit, but an eternal cage.