On the outskirts of Beijing, in a valley.

Li Haocheng looked at the surrounding environment, the cliffs and valleys are deep, the mountains are treacherous, the strange stones and strange trees are everywhere, the miscellaneous flowers and bamboo are clustered, and in the dead of night at the moment, there is a kind of rugged meaning, and it is not a good place at first glance.

"This evil god is not stupid!" Standing in front of the almost deserted mountain god, feeling the divine power inside, Li Haocheng sighed.

After analyzing the divine power in the meridian pen, Li Haocheng found that there were four or five strongholds around the entire Beijing Mansion that had the same divine power, and the valley here was the closest to the Beijing Mansion and the weakest place to the sense.

Matching the environment here, nine out of nine people will not suspect that the other party is hiding their true body here.

Li Haocheng pushed in, in the deep darkness, there was a little bean-sized light swaying, an old man with skin like an old tree stood at the other end, looking at Li Haocheng tremblingly, and said in some surprise: "Where did the Taoist come from? Why are you so rude? Just come uninvited, and push the door in?"

"Not to mention that the snail dwells in the old man's body, he also worships other gods! After Li Haocheng finished speaking, Qiyin Miaoshu brushed at him.

The old man's eyes were slightly condensed, a jasper brush slipped out of his sleeve, and with a light stroke in midair, a famous article of the Tang Dynasty "Ode to the Mountains" emerged, and the words that exuded brilliance were combined into a virtual shadow of a mountain, shrouding him and blocking the streamer falling from the sky.

"Sure enough, it's an evil god of the Wenshen family, and he also specializes in poetry and songs?" Li Haocheng looked at the other party's methods with interest, like this ability to manipulate everything through poetry and poetry, which belongs to the patent of Confucianism, Taoism and humanitarianism in Jiuzhou.

Of course, the essence of this method is also to rely on the power of sentient beings, therefore, the more famous the article, the greater the power that can be exerted, such as "Song Mountain", which is quite famous in the entire Tang Dynasty, is displayed in the hands of a god of literature, which is not inferior to the natal Taoism of some ghost fairyland three-turn monks.

"How did you find me?" said the old man's voice full of divine aura.

"How did you find out?" Li Haocheng chuckled, and the mana in his palm was too void to gather, simulating the divine power that the old man had just urged.

The old man's pupils contracted suddenly, and he said with some fear: "Then what do you want to do?"

"A friend of mine is the newborn god of moonlight and the moon and the soul of the moon, but you also know that the god of Taiyin is not easy to mix in Jiuzhou, so I thought about helping him find some new authority. It just so happened that when I was invited to Beijing Mansion this time, I found an evil god, or a god of literature who has a slight connection with Taiyin, what do you think I want to do?"

"Arrogance!" Facing Li Haocheng, who wanted to kill the gods, the old man shouted angrily, waved the brush in his hand, and after the writing of a "Song of Yi Shui", countless heaven and earth vitality mixed with the breath in the underworld, condensed into an illusory figure and escaped into the void.

Then, another white jade unicorn paperweight flew out of his sleeve, the whole body of this paperweight was crystal clear, and the surface was full of rich and mixed literary thoughts and talents.

"Hmm, this thing ......" Li Haocheng's eyes flashed, that is, he saw that the words and sentences of various articles around the paperweight were flying, circling endlessly, and all kinds of unused figures had evolved, but they were phantoms condensed by the literary and ideological talents of different people, mixed with essence and spirit.

Under the careful counting, there are about twenty or thirty formed phantoms, and there are three or four hundred unformed ones, and after these phantoms appear, the paperweight turns in the air and bursts out with strange power!

Li Haocheng suddenly felt the yin spirit swaying, and he felt a taste of leaving his body, but as soon as his mind turned, he resettled, but his spiritual sense became a little heavy, and the poems and songs in his memory faintly showed signs of flowing out.

"Interesting!" The jade talisman cleared the light for a moment, protecting the sea of yin god consciousness, ignoring the ability of the paperweight, Li Haocheng took out the newly refined ceiling flower falling flag and danced in the air, the smallpox treasure fell wildly, the lotus flowers opened, the universe was reversed, and the five aggregates were blurred.

Like the Earth Star, "Yi Shui Song" sings about an assassin who assassinated the last emperor of the Immortal Qin First Emperor, but because of the strength of the last emperor of the Immortal Qin Dynasty, the evolution direction of things has also changed greatly, and the assassins derived from "Yi Shui Song" are naturally endowed with various abilities, not only silent, can shuttle through the void, but also can ignore most Taoist defenses with the poison extraction blade in his hand.

In the face of such an attack, Li Haocheng's first reaction was to sacrifice the sky and fall flag, and then throw out the seven-tone wonderful tree, the roots of the tree spread, hooked the lotus, and combined into a legal formation, instantly forcing the assassin close to him out, and after slapping it away, he took off the gourd on his waist and aimed it at the old man.

A wisp of white hair rose from the mouth of the gourd, and the old man warned in his heart, and wrote nine big characters in a row.

"Defense, Defense, Protection, Escape, A, Calm, Determination, Condensation!"

The first six words turned into six barriers with different defense methods in front of the old man, and the last three words were to protect the clarity of his soul and prevent Bai Hao's ability to fix the soul.

The sharp sword light pierced the five-fold barrier, and when it fell on the sixth, a streamer flew out from above the old man's heavenly spirit.

As soon as the sword light turned, an old human head fell to the ground, Li Haocheng didn't look at it, the gourd in his hand turned, aiming at a god that appeared in mid-air with a divine light, and Bai Hao appeared at the mouth of the gourd again.

"Damn!" the god of literature who revealed his true body felt the breath of death, and after he cursed in a low voice, the aura of the text on his body was pervasive, the fragrance of ink floated, and the words of the saint flew out of the light wheel behind his head, forming a roll of bamboo slips above his head, and the words looming on it could be described as a pearl of words, each word exuded spiritual light, and contained the words of the saint and the humane truth that the god of literature comprehended.

Under the cover of these humanistic brilliance, the wishful gourd in Li Haocheng's hand couldn't lock the other party for a while.

"Hmph!" Li Haocheng snorted coldly, slapped the gourd, and the knife light flew out, splitting into two in mid-air, like two snakes cutting towards the god of literature.

"Break!" The god of writing, who got a moment of free time, wrote down a word, and the words written out one by one contained powerful power, and the words turned into streamers, instantly defeating the two snakes, and then he wrote the words "knife" and "sword" one after another, and two illusory divine weapons appeared, killing Li Haocheng.

Li Haocheng relied on his own protection of the falling flag and the seven-tone wonderful tree, and he didn't avoid it, but he slapped the gourd in his hand, and the thunder light circulated on the surface of the gourd, and then the red, orange, yellow, green, green, blue, and purple colors flashed.

The thunder light flowed, the thunderbolt exploded, and the sword god soldier written by the god of literature did not stalemate for a moment, it was blown up by the thunder light, and the bamboo slips guarding his god body were also constantly trembling, and the brilliance of humanity was faintly dim, at this time, I saw a wisp of sword light flickering, and the sharp light pierced the defense of the bamboo slip, and turned around the neck of the god of literature.

Looking at the fallen god of Wen, Li Haocheng slapped the gourd, and a stream of too void qi flew out, including the thunder light that had not yet dispersed, as well as the divine body and artifact left by the god of literature, and after erasing the breath left by himself, he turned around and left decisively, not caring at all about the trophies that might still exist in the broken temple.

Soon after Li Haocheng left, he saw two divine lights falling, and the glow rose in the broken temple in an instant, and the sound of prayer sounded, and the overlapping bright light reflected the dim hall.

"Huh, that guy's real body is actually hiding here, who killed him?" A god with a pale golden flame around him looked at the old man on the ground in some surprise, feeling the divine power remaining in this corpse, and his face was a little unsightly.

"It doesn't matter who kills them. Another deity surrounded by golden flames stretched out his hand and touched the old man's corpse, and a little crimson divine power appeared, in which there was a faint golden light flashing, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "Now we have to figure out how many of the pigs we raise are disguised as pigs. ”

The face of the god of the pale golden flame is not very good-looking, the Shinto is not as good as the fairy Dao, the immortal monk wants to break through from the ghost fairy realm to the earth fairy realm, he needs to face the three disasters, and the Shinto does not have so much trouble, especially the incense god, as long as you condense the first bit of golden light, the latter only needs the incense power to keep up, and it is immediately a golden god.

As for the two of them, within the jurisdiction, the concept of the appearance of a few Red Evil Gods and the appearance of a Golden Evil God is completely different, the former is still within the normal range, and timely strangulation is merit, and the latter is dereliction of duty, or is it enough to knock them out of the gods.

"I'll get an investigation right away when I get back. When the pale golden deity said this, his tone was extremely cold, indicating the coming bloody storm.

And the other was even more ruthless, he sneered and said: "Investigate what? Anyway, this batch has been raised almost, even if it is not fat enough, there is some 'meat', just take advantage of this township test to clean up, and leave one or two small characters by the way." Of course, this time we can't continue to breed free-range, it's easy to make mistakes like this time, and when the time comes, find a place to enclose a piece of land for them, and keep them in captivity. ”

"That's what my lord said. ”