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When everyone heard this sentence, there was a glimmer of expectation in their eyes.

But when everyone turned their eyes to the speaker, there was a trace of doubt and astonishment.

Chu He?

Does Chu He have any good ideas?

Lin Zhennan asked directly.

"Chu He, what's the problem?"

Chu He pondered for a moment, then spoke.

"This time, I have a way to deal with the three hundred and second rank Guishuai's strong attack."

"Well, it can't be said to be a solution. I can't solve them, but I can repel their attack."

Everyone was even more surprised, even Mu Yingjin couldn't help but glance at Chu He.

Three hundred and two rank Guishuai's attack, not to mention a peak Confucian of the first rank, even a semi-sage, may take some effort to "solve".

Chu He is a fourth-rank talented scholar, and his strength is at most comparable to that of a second-rank peak Confucianist. Is there any way to repel the attack?

Wen Xiang shook his head and said.

"Chu He, I know what you want, but don't force it."

"This matter is no different than your party in the ghost world. This is a real face-to-face confrontation with the three hundred and second-rank ghost commander. Even the spirit ghost king who is the peak ghost king of the first rank has no way to directly compete."

Chu He chuckled and spoke.

"Of course I have a way."

Why are they all so crazy?

Mu Tong and Longxi looked at Chu He, thinking about it with headaches.

Wen Xiang wanted to see the ghost emperor because there was no good way in front of him.

Chu He actually wanted to fight against the three hundred and second-rank Guishuai with his own strength. It was either that Chu He was crazy, or that Chu He really had a backhand.

What backhand?

Apart from the semi-holy beings, no one can solve the predicament in front of them.

But the half saint is not here.

The half-sage is in the ghost world, even if he heard about the plight of Liangjie Mountain, he might not be able to come back now.

Mu Tong and Longxi both wanted to talk to persuade, but they heard Lin Zhennan speak.

"Since you have a way, I'll go to Liangjie Mountain now."

Mu Tong and Longxi looked at Lin Zhennan in surprise, and saw the doubt in Lin Zhennan's eyes.

Lin Zhennan actually believed Chu He?

This can't be the grandfather's belief in the grandson, can it?

This is no joke.

Chu He nodded.

Without further ado, a group of people rushed to Liangjie Mountain.

At this time, Liangjie Mountain was full of chilling aura.

This is the third line of defense. In fact, it can no longer be called the top of the Liangjie Mountains, but the foot of the Liangjie Mountains.

The huge ghost cultivator has already broken through the first line of defense on the top of the mountain and the second line of defense on the mountainside.

Now the human race is backed by Nanjun, using the chasm at the foot of the mountain as a branch line of defense to resist the ghost cultivator's attack.

In front of the line of defense, countless literati of the human race were frantically venting their cultural energy, while the soldiers of the Zhennan Army were not afraid of life and death, and launched a fierce and fearless countercharge against the ghost cultivator army that had already begun to charge.

The sound of fighting, roaring, metal collision, and countless sounds gathered together to form the main theme of the Two Boundary Mountain.

The red blood of the human race, the green or blue or black blood of ghost cultivators, flowed all over the ground.

The dead human race has basically covered the mountainside, and these human race corpses may not be brought back.

The ghost cultivators longed for the corpses of human literati, and they also longed for the corpses of human martial arts cultivators. Most of the corpses that could not be recovered and left behind had become food for ghost cultivators.

This is the tragedy on the Two Realms Mountain!

The extremely tragic scene has made many literati and martial artists turn red-eyed and half-crazy.

And even Chu He couldn't help but be affected by the tragic scene in front of him, and anger began to fill his heart.

Before arriving at Liangjie Mountain, Mu Yingjin had already returned to the Civilian Army and began to cooperate with other human races to resist ghost cultivators.

And Longxi had already left, commanding the nearest literati army.

There are only four people left in the same place, Mu Tonglin Zhennan Chu He.

Lin Zhennan looked at Chu He and said.

"let's start."

Chu He nodded and looked over the Two Boundary Mountains.

Chu He took a deep breath and slowly suppressed his emotions.

At the critical moment, he must ensure his emotional stability.

And there are Wen Xiangmu Tonglin Zhennan and three people protecting him, so he is not worried about accidents.

After adjusting his mood, Chu He took out a cultural treasure from the kit.

This cultural treasure was obtained by him a long time ago from Li Lin, a former peak scholar of the first rank.

The reason for not handing over this treasure to Wenxiang, who has a stronger literary spirit, is because Wenxiang has something that he does not have.

Saint breath.

A strong literary spirit can certainly allow Wenbao to exert a stronger power.

But compared with the saint's breath, the difference in literary spirit is no longer obvious.

And in Chu He's body, there is still the cultural energy instilled into his body by Sword Immortal Qinglian last time.

When Wen Xiang saw the cultural treasure, his eyes showed astonishment.

He has never seen that cultural treasure, but he can feel a powerful aura from the aura of that cultural treasure.

Saint cultural treasure!

Confusion appeared in Mu Tong's eyes.

How could it be possible for Chu He, a fourth-grade talented person, to possess two sage cultural treasures at the same time!

The first cultural treasure, Chu He has been revealed, it is the square moon shield used by the snake ghost king in the capital.

And now, it is the second sage treasure that Chu He took out.

Chu He took a deep breath, and poured the cultural energy circle in his body into the sage cultural treasure in his hand.

In an instant, a majestic aura came from the saint's cultural treasure.

In the next moment, Chu He's eyes suddenly blurred.

When his vision was restored again, Chu He found that he was actually in the sky of Liangjie Mountain.

No, it's not that he is high in the sky, but his vision, which has now floated above the two mountains, is looking down.

This is, the perspective of a sage!

Chu He was startled, this is the first time he experienced such a feeling.

He could even see himself behind the third line of defense at the foot of the Liangjie Mountains, and Mu Tongwen, Xianglin, and Zhennan standing beside him.

Is this the perspective of Sage Zhuge?

Chu He secretly sighed, made up his mind, and tried to attract his eyes.

Chu He's field of vision suddenly zoomed in, and the next thing he saw were those ghostly ghost cultivators in front of the third line of defense in Liangjie Mountain.

And backwards, is the second-rank ghost general who sits in charge and supervises the battle.

Later, he could even see the camp of the ghost army.

But it's a pity that he can't see the spirit ghost king and ghost emperor who are in the first-rank peak ghost king realm.

Around these two, an impenetrable black mist surrounds them.

The ghost king realm at the peak of the first rank cannot hinder the investigation of the semi-saint treasure. The only reason is that his strength is not enough.

Chu He took a breath slowly, and poured the saintly breath remaining in his body into the cultural treasure in his hand.

Suddenly, the black mist dissipated, and two figures appeared in front of Chu He.

Ghost King, Ghost Emperor.