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Chen Tang can't stay in the Yin Si Realm for a long time, this is a law that is almost impossible to violate. Song Siming's arrangement intentions are very clear and simple, and he doesn't need to make any means, it just consumes time - Chen Tang can't save the beard, and he can't find a way out, so he will be trapped here alive.

"Is this the game you set up......"

Sitting cross-legged, just in front of the tree trunk, Chen Tang began to think. In the Mud Pill Palace, there is a breath blessing, but it will not be flustered. He is no longer Wuxia Ameng, with the current cultivation realm, for a period of time, there is no need to worry about the erosion of the yin wind and the sound of reading.

Since it is a game, there must be a way to break the game. The first premise is to rescue the beard. But if you want to save people, you have to break down the strange tree. Or, if you are optimistic, as long as you make enough noise to wake up the beard, maybe he will give the right guidance......

As a master who has been trapped here for more than ten years, he must have accumulated a lot of experience and done a lot of research work in the long time of resistance.

Thinking of this, Chen Tang's eyes lit up, and he immediately got up to try.

How hard is it to wake up a person?

It depends on what kind of state the other person is in, asleep, unconscious, pretending not to move, or whatever.

Chen Tang approached, yelled, and even reached out to pinch the face of the beard and pluck his beard.

The bearded facial muscles were quite stiff, like a stone, and they were cold when they were scratched up.

Chen Tang even suspected that it had become a part of the strange tree and homogenized......

Tossed around, it had no effect. The beard stuck on the tree, without any reaction, like a corpse.

But his nostrils have a breath of breath, not slow, and have a pattern.

It is this breath that proves that it is still alive.

The many heads hanging from the branches of the trees looked at them and let out playful laughter, and the sound of reading became louder.

The conventional method really didn't work, Chen Tang was not discouraged, if it was so easy to wake up, the bearded man would have woken up a long time ago.

Then change to a separate one.

The bearded man said before that Chen Tang had to be admitted to the Jinshi to have a chance to save him.

This sentence should be very important, and it is also closely related to the reputation of the first school.

But so far, Chen Tang still doesn't understand what it means?

Most likely, it is the meritorious official body to suppress the evil. But with Song Siming's level, it stands to reason that he will not be afraid. If you insist on putting it on, it can only be said that it is bound by relevant laws, and it has a protective aura for scholars above the jinshi level......

However, this kind of truth seems a bit blunt, and it can't help but be scrutinized.

If it weren't for that, would it be the Jinshi merit book that could restrain this strange tree?

Chen Tang was whimsical, and immediately put it into action, took out the thick gold paper, and pasted it on the tree.

The Taoist of Fushan Temple is good at refining talismans. There are all kinds of charms, each with its own effect and power, and it is quite desirable. And using charms to subdue demons and eliminate demons is also one of their housekeeping skills.

Now, Chen Tang uses this Jinshi merit book as a charm. Although it looks a little absurd, how do you know if it's feasible if you haven't tried it?

Swish!

The sound of dozens of heads reading stopped abruptly, and a pair of eyes fell on the book of fame. It exudes greed, desire, and resentment.

The original bodies of these heads were all scholars, and almost all of them were depressed scholars. Most of them are children, talents, etc., and there are not many people. They have repeatedly failed in the exam, repeatedly failed and fought repeatedly, for the sake of such a famous book of Jinshi merit.

They did everything possible to find the first school after all the hardships, and it was nothing more than to get the title of the gold list.

The obsession has gone deep into the bone marrow.

And Song Siming took advantage of this weakness and flawed them, so they cut off their heads and hung them on trees.

Now that I saw Chen Tang take out this Jinshi merit book with an indifferent golden light, many people couldn't care about reading it, and turned their heads to look at it.

When Chen Tang saw it, he was overjoyed: it seems that there is a play!

Immediately slapped the book of fame on the tree.

Smack, a soft sound. Other than that, there was no other movement. Books are still books, trees are still trees, nothing changes.

Chen Tang didn't give up, and then slapped the book of fame on the bearded man's forehead.

Same.

He sighed, knowing that he had missed a fork in the road, and that the road was not working. I had to put the book of fame back into the book box and put it away.

The gaze of dozens of heads reluctantly withdrew from the book, and opened their mouths to read again, but their emotions were undoubtedly affected by fluctuations, and they ripped their throats to read, and their voices became uneven, like a group of noisy intellectuals.

It's noisy.

Chen Tang held the sword box, and his gaze swept to these hanging heads, which were high or low from the ground, low, but not more than a zhang, and high, hanging among the trees.

In the end, Chen Tang identified the head of the first person to speak, kicked his feet, jumped up, and reached out to pick it up.

Whew!

After grabbing a void, the man's head moved out of thin air, and the next moment, it had appeared on a branch in a high place:

"Hey......

There was an ethereal strange laughter, as if mocking Chen Tang's futility.

This flash was extremely fast, Chen Tang didn't catch it, and the sword box he was holding in his left hand didn't inspire Xia Guang. The main reason why he attacked the head was to force out the wisp of clone ghost of Song Siming hidden in it.

It's a pity that many heads have long been guarded, like ghosts, and elusive.

Chen Tang didn't have the kung fu to play hide and seek with them, forty or fifty human heads, each scattered on the high and low branches in different directions, not to mention that it was not easy to pick, even if it was picked, it would take to distinguish one by one, and I don't know how much time it would take.

As time drags on, it becomes more and more unfavorable. The yin qi is constant, and the sound of reading is endless, and the erosion pressure will only increase.

Falling back in place, staring at the thick and hard trunk, Chen Tang muttered, "It seems that you can only make a desperate bet." ”

If you want to break a tree, you have only one choice in the end, which is to hold a sharp weapon and break it with great force.

Chen Tang was unarmed, but there was a sword in the box.

So he crossed his knees on the ground again, erected the sword box in front of him, pressed his hands up, and after a little hesitation, he finally made up his mind, and his whole body breath worked, and he continuously entered the sword box.

Along the way, as the ghosts were continuously absorbed, the sword in the box was nourished and gradually formed. And after devouring the spirit of the non-commissioned officer, Chen Tang's heavenly and human qi also increased greatly, and he improved by leaps and bounds.

The combination of the two can already try to activate the divine sword in the box.

This is the last card, and it is also the last choice that Chen Tang can make without any other way.

But this sword box, like a bottomless pit, is instilled with breath, but it is still not enough, and it is not satisfied.

As the breath continued to flow out, Chen Tang was like a person who had lost too much blood, his face was pale, and his sweat was like rain.

He opened his eyes and shouted, "Open!"

Sonor!

The sound was like a dragon's groan, the strange tree shook, and all the sounds of reading were cut off by a sword, and suddenly there was no sound.

At the mouth of the sword box, the glow flashed, and a sword was unsheathed!