I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

"Master Wenxiang, how many Confucian scholars can be drawn from our human race now?"

Chu He was asking Wenxiang on the surface, but he was actually asking Lin Zhennan.

But the transfer of literati is one aspect, and whether these literati can be suppressed is another aspect.

Literati have always been proud, Lin Zhennan is just a martial artist, even with the strength of the peak of the second rank, those great Confucians still don't think that Lin Zhennan is their own.

But Wen Xiang does not have this problem.

Wen Xiang is the most powerful man under the saints of the human race, the realm of the peak Confucianism of the first rank, and he is an example of the literati of the human race.

The selected literati may not listen to Lin Zhennan's words, but they will definitely listen to Wenxiang's orders from the bottom of their hearts.

Wen Xiang looked at Lin Zhennan, and Lin Zhennan spoke.

"On the third line of defense, remove those literati and Confucians who must be guarded. There are eleven second-rank and twenty-two third-grade Confucians that can be transferred."

Chu He nodded, continued to look at Wenxiang and said.

"Master Wenxiang, if you can, please lead these great Confucian scholars as the last line of defense of our human race's third line of defense."

"Once the Buddhism and Sword Sects fail, you must lead these great Confucians to make the last resistance, my lord."

Wen Xiang felt strange and asked.

"What's your plan?"

Chu He chuckled, but before he could speak, he suddenly heard Shan Gaoyang speak.

"Hey wait, Chu He, why don't you ask about our Taoism?"

Looking at Shan Gaoyang who was like an old child, Chu He couldn't help laughing in his heart.

The Taoist school pays attention to the natural way of Taoism, and if you really want to say what you want, you don't feel that you have airs at all.

Chu He's complexion became serious, he looked at Shan Gaoyang, and said.

"Really, what I want you to do is the most difficult, most crucial and most important thing. I don't ask because I want to stay at the end. But since you said it, I want to know, when you..."

Hearing what Chu He said, the entire atmosphere in the Chinese military tent fell silent.

Even Master Zilian, who pays attention to Taoism and nature and does whatever he wants, can't help but fall silent at this moment.

In the end, Master Zilian Shan Gaoyang laughed lightly and spoke.

"Hehe, but that's it, what's the big deal."

"You, Chu He, asked us to do such a thing, you really found the right person."

Chu He nodded, looked around, and spoke.

"My plan for tomorrow is this..."

When Chu He recounted the whole plan in full, everyone nodded secretly.

Lin Zhennan laughed out loud suddenly, and said.

"As expected of Lin Zhennan's grandson, this art of war is already stronger than mine. Even I am not as comprehensive as you think."

The rest of the people looked sideways at Lin Zhennan, or bowed their heads in silence.

Lin Zhennan made it clear that Chu He's plan was exactly in line with his ideas, so Lin Zhennan wanted to give Chu He a hand at this time and make Chu He's status even higher.

Although everyone didn't take much part in the intrigue, such an obvious thing could still be seen.

Lin Zhennan didn't care at all, only Wen Xiang said worriedly.

"Chu He, you definitely need a saint in your plan, but the two saints of the human race are not in Liangjie Mountain now, how can you be sure that there is a saint?"

Chu He shook his head and said.

"Whether the saint can make a move, I don't know, but now is the critical moment of the human race, I think the two saints will definitely know."

"Even if the new sage of the human race is in the ghost world, the sword master will definitely make a move."

Hearing this, Lei Yuntian, the master of Jianmen, couldn't help but sigh.

There is a half-step sword master in the human race, but he has not been to Jianmen until today. This undoubtedly puts great pressure on Jianmen, which has always called itself the sword gate of the human race.

If Jianmen is orthodox, why doesn't the half-step Juggernaut go?

However, after all, Lei Yuntian was already seventy years old, so he stopped thinking about these issues, stood up and cupped his fists, and said to Chu He.

"Little friend Chu He, if your plan is successful, after the battle between the two worlds, I will definitely order someone to repair your plaque at my sword gate. From now on, my friend can go to my sword gate at any time!"

Lei Yuntian made such a decision not because of Chu He's plan, but because of Chu He's sword intent.

The rest of them all smiled and nodded.

There is not much time, and the day's work passes quickly.

Late at night once again shrouded the entire Liangjie Mountains.

In front of the Two Boundaries Mountains, countless literati stood still, looking at the Two Boundaries Mountains.

Chu He stood in front, silent.

Tonight must be the most critical night.

If it can survive, there is still hope for the human race.

If it can't last, after this night, the human race will surely perish.

He didn't think that the ghost emperor would miss this opportunity.

At this time, if the ghost world directly let three hundred second-rank ghost commanders attack, it is very likely to directly smash the defense line of the human race.

If they don't attack, the human race can have more time to plan and resist, which is naturally a good thing for the human race.

It is impossible for the ghost emperor to give more things to the people.

In a daze, a ghostly aura suddenly rises from the Liangjie Mountains.

Come all over the world!

Immediately afterwards, another ghostly aura rose up suddenly, and it was mutually incompatible with the previous ghostly aura, and it also covered the sky and covered the earth.

The majestic two streams of ghostly energy made the Liangjie Mountains, which had already been shrouded in darkness, darker and darker.

At the same time, two figures emerged from their respective ghost auras.

A figure was dressed in a black robe, his eyes were pitch-black without whites, shrouded in a ghostly aura, and a pair of black wings danced gently behind him.

And another figure, wearing a blood-red black robe, a pair of blood-colored vertical pupils are extremely bright in the night, with black claws hanging down, fair skin, and an arrogant expression.

These two figures are the two most powerful emperors in the ghost world so far.

In the entire ghost world, there are only two ghost kings who can be compared with ghost immortals, and the only two ghost kings who have the hope of breaking through to half-step ghost immortals.

Ghost Emperor!

Ghost King!

Chu He narrowed his eyes slowly, looking at the two ghost kings in the sky, his heart tightened suddenly.

The battle between the two worlds has begun.

In silence.

Following the appearance of the two ghost kings, more than three hundred second-rank ghost commanders appeared on the top of Liangjie Mountain, rose from the sky, and headed straight for the foot of Liangjie Mountain.

This is the final struggle.

Numerous literati, regardless of the realm of geniuses or scholars, are all in front of the third line of defense in Liangjie Mountain.

The literati grasped the books in their hands, the Taoist spells were held in their hands, the Jianmen long sword was dancing, and the Buddhist gate held Buddhist beads, all with firm eyes.

This is the final struggle.

Before the literati and Sanmen, there were martial arts practitioners from the Southern Army of Liangjieshan Town.

The martial arts of the highest rank four and the lowest rank nine are gathered together. They are the first line of defense of the third line. They are wearing armor, holding shields and broadswords tightly in both hands. The second-rank ghost commanders came rushing in like a tide.

This is the final struggle.