I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

boom!

A tyrannical black literary energy exploded from Zhao Shanhe's body.

Boom! Broken heart!

The next moment Zuo Xiang felt it, he quickly backed away, keeping away from Zhao Shanhe.

Even if he is a pinnacle Confucianist, even if he can crush Zhao Shanhe in terms of strength.

On top of his self-broken literary heart, when his literary energy exploded, he still didn't dare to face it directly.

When a literati breaks his literary heart and explodes his literary spirit, he can have the power of a full blow that is infinitely close to that of a saint.

Even for him, once he is entangled by the tyrannical literary style, he will inevitably be severely injured in the end.

With a bang, Zhao Shanhe began to age rapidly.

The originally plump face was quickly covered with black wrinkles, making it look extremely terrifying.

And the straight limbs like swords began to curl up and bend like twisted ropes.

Zhao Shanhe didn't look at Wenxiang, nor did he look at Su Sheng.

He just looked at the depths of the palace from afar and cursed loudly.

"The Emperor Daqian of the dog day, betray my human race!"

"Even if I die! I want to see with my own eyes, what will happen to you, what will happen to your human race!"

With a bang, Zhao Shanhe's body exploded like a balloon filled with air.

Countless black literary spirit overflowed, constantly impacting the surroundings.

Under such an explosion, the entire imperial palace within a mile of the main entrance would be completely wiped out!

Zuo Xiang circulated his whole body's energy, and was ready to resist the impact.

But in the next moment, a golden light suddenly appeared, absorbing all the black literary energy.

Those literary qi full of tyrannical aura that are no longer literary qi at all will suddenly disappear when they meet the golden light, just like meeting a king.

A moment later, all the black cultural energy remaining in the air was scattered by the golden light, and the huge impact imagined did not happen.

The only difference is that a circular pothole was left where Zhao Shanhe was originally standing.

And Zhao Shanhe's figure has completely disappeared.

Wen's heart is broken, and the great Confucianism dies.

A generation of heaven's favored son, a generation most likely to be promoted to a saint, the first genius of the human race, the first-rank peak scholar, Zhao Shanhe, has completely disappeared.

The impact he caused, under the golden light, was only a small pothole.

As if it never existed.

At the same time, within the Academy of National Scholars.

Zhao Shanhe's angry reprimand resounded throughout the entire capital, and it also resounded in the Guoshi Academy.

Then, a tyrannical aura came from within the capital, but finally disappeared without a trace.

In front of the inner courtyard of Guoshi Academy, Ji Bai looked at the third-rank peak Confucian who fell in front of him, and couldn't help but said with pity.

"Gong Yang, Zhao Shanhe has already gone, don't you want to do the same thing as him, and blow up Wenqi before you die?"

Gong Yang raised his head with difficulty, his old face was covered with bloodstains.

The burning literary spirit of a third-rank peak Confucian is naturally different from that of a first-rank Confucian.

Gong Yang couldn't bear the trauma caused by burning Wen Qi, just like he couldn't kill or seriously injure Ji Bai in front of him even if he burned Wen Qi.

Gong Yang raised his head, sneered, and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood from his old lips.

His time has also reached the last minute.

He raised his head, he didn't look at Ji Bai, but at Guoshi Academy, and at the book pavilion.

He chuckled and spoke.

"After I die, I should be able to be buried in the Book Pavilion."

"It's just a pity, even if I try my best, there is no way to prevent the decline of the human race."

"This makes me, what face do I have, to be able to meet Kong Sheng..."

After the sound, Gong Yang's complexion suddenly became old. Suddenly, Gong Yang seemed to have aged several decades, bending over and lying on the ground, his eyes no longer had any brilliance.

This third-rank peak Confucianist, before he died, did not blow up his literary spirit.

Because the surroundings of the Guoshi Academy are the people of the capital, and a radius of one mile is the residences.

When he exploded, he didn't know how many people would die.

Even if it was blown up, if Prime Minister Zuo was not injured, his self-explosion style would be meaningless.

Ji Bai looked at his former teacher in front of him, Gong Yang, a top-ranked Confucian of the third grade, then raised his head, looked at Xiao Feng who had fallen into a coma, and Li Shan and Qi Guoyuan who had no strength to stand up beside him, and suddenly sneered.

"Sure enough, this is the human race."

"Even if you know you can't stop it, you still have to do meaningless things."

After all, Ji Bai didn't even look at Gong Yang who was lying on the ground, he raised his foot and stepped over Gong Yang's body.

He walked to the book pavilion of Guoshi Academy, took out a ghost from his arms, and put it on the ground.

He poured his literary energy into the ghost, and chuckled lightly.

"Master Ghost Emperor, you can finally be promoted to Ghost Immortal."

"I don't need much, I just want a ghost king."

In the next moment, a ghostly aura rose from the sky, and also from within the ghost.

Suddenly, all the books in the bookstore glowed with golden light, trying to erase the ghostly aura.

But no matter what, the ghostly aura did not disappear, and instead grew stronger.

The literary qi of a fourth-grade talented scholar began to be entangled and absorbed by ghost qi.

After that is the third-rank great Confucianism.

Second grade great Confucianism.

A great Confucianist.

The ghost aura grew stronger and stronger, and in the entire bookstore, no matter what level of literary aura it was, it seemed that it would be completely swallowed by the ghost aura.

All the way to the top sage mantra.

The sage's Wen Qi seemed to be aware of the existence of ghost Qi, and all the mantras burst into golden light in an instant.

That is the purest sage spirit, the genuine sage spirit.

The moment the ghostly aura touched the saint's literary aura, it kept trembling.

But in the end, it stabilized.

That ghost energy is already strong enough to resist the erosion of the saint's cultural energy.

The next moment, among the countless golden lights, one golden light suddenly began to weaken.

The ghost energy has begun to erode the saint's cultural energy and start to devour it.

The countless golden lights seemed to sense the imminent danger, and became more and more brilliant.

But even so, the ghostly aura that had swallowed up a sage's cultural aura did not tremble even a little.

Then, one, two, three.

Countless golden lights began to weaken.

The rest of the golden light burst out continuously, and made a clicking sound.

That is a sign that the sage mantra carried by the human race is beginning to gradually collapse.

Until the end, when the last golden light disappeared, the ghostly aura had completely permeated the Book Pavilion.

In the past, no matter when and where, it was impossible to be corroded by ghost aura, but now it has been completely shrouded in ghost aura.

And the saint's mantra, which symbolizes the future of the human race, the past hope, and the greatest confidence, is dimmed and shattered one by one.

Like the bleak future of the human race.

In the next instant, a powerful attraction suddenly burst out from among the ghosts, absorbing the ghostly aura that permeated the entire bookstore.