I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

In the imperial palace, in the Qiankun Hall.

Prime Minister Zuo stood in front of him, looking at the Emperor Daqian on the dragon chair, his face no longer showed the respect he had in the past.

Just like his current ambition, there is no cover at all.

Emperor Daqian sat on the dragon chair, remained silent for a long time, and finally spoke.

"If I follow you to the ghost world, what kind of status will I have?"

"My family, what will happen to the royal family if they fight hard?"

By this time, the supreme existence among the ordinary people of the human race has completely lost its prestige.

He didn't even have the courage to call himself "I".

That is the title that only the ghost emperor is qualified to call himself.

And it is impossible for him to become the ghost emperor, not even the ghost king.

Sure enough, Prime Minister Zuo said lightly.

"I will become the ghost king, and with my help, you will become the second-rank ghost commander and become my subordinate."

Emperor Dagan showed an expression of unbearable humiliation, clenched his fists, and scolded.

"Am I only worthy of being your subordinate? I am dignified..."

Prime Minister Zuo chuckled, and for the first time in his life, interrupted His Majesty the Emperor's words.

"Your Majesty, the human race is about to disappear, and it is already the most difficult thing for you, a great Emperor, to survive."

"When the ghost world invades and completely erodes the domain of the human race, the entire human race will be reduced to ghost cultivators, and none of the ordinary people can become a ghost above the sixth rank."

Zuo Xiang paused, and smiled.

"As the current Emperor Daqian, you should be able to know that wandering souls below the sixth rank are devoid of sanity."

It's no different than being dead.

Emperor Daqian sighed softly.

It's not that he doesn't know, he has an idea.

Those words conveyed to Zhao Shanhe were nothing but his psychological comfort.

Up to this time, he has never, never thought about the people of the Li people in Dagan, and he doesn't care how many people will die.

As long as the royal family is still there, the rest doesn't care.

Seeing the complicated expression on Emperor Daqian's face, Prime Minister Zuo hehe laughed.

"Everyone thinks that the majestic emperor will be like the previous emperor and will never compromise."

"But who would have imagined that the so-called His Majesty the Emperor doesn't even have the courage to live and die with the people."

"What a sarcasm."

His Majesty's face suddenly became cloudy and uncertain, and finally he waved his hand and said.

"What else do you want to do, just do it."

"As long as the royal family can survive, that's fine."

After saying the last sentence, Emperor Daqian slowly got up and walked out of Qiankun Hall.

He left the dragon chair.

Put the dragon chair in front of Xiang Zuo.

Let you pick.

His Majesty the Emperor walked out of the palace, looked at the huge capital in front of him, and sighed.

In the shadows outside the palace, the queen slowly walked to his side.

"Is the prince asleep?"

the emperor asked.

The queen nodded, looked at the palace, and said.

"The prince has always wanted to fight against ghosts. If he knows that you are doing this, I'm worried about him..."

The emperor snorted coldly and spoke.

"The little guy whose hair hasn't even grown yet knows something."

"If it wasn't for me, Zhao Yin, to protect you with all my might, would any of you survive?"

In the next moment, a ghostly aura suddenly gushed out from the Qiankun Palace.

Emperor Daqian suddenly turned his head and looked at the Qiankun Palace.

For thousands of years, no matter how weak the human race was, the imperial palace, which had never been infested by ghost aura, was filled with ghost aura for the first time today.

Zuo Xiang looked at the glittering golden dragon chair, chuckled, stepped forward slowly, and sat on it.

The next moment, a ghostly aura emanated from his body.

The corner of Zuo Xiang's mouth couldn't help grinning, and said with a light smile.

"Ji Bai, Zhao Shanhe, Gong Yang, or Daqian Emperor Zhao Yin, ha ha, who would have thought that the dragon chair would eventually fall under my Zuo Qingfeng's ass?"

The ghost energy suddenly dispersed, covering the entire Qiankun Palace.

...

On the Two Boundaries Mountain, a flash of light flashed across the air, and fell into Chu He's Wenhai in silence.

Chu He raised his head and looked at the Ghost Emperor, whose ghostly aura was constantly rising above the sky.

In the end, something was wrong.

The literary energy in his body has been completely exhausted.

Wen Xin, who was originally extremely round, now became wrinkled as if she was getting older.

The five books in Wenhai have gradually lost their literary spirit.

But the literati army on the Liangjie Mountains suddenly discovered that the cultural treasures in their hands were gradually losing their cultural vigor.

"What's going on, why is Wenbao broken!"

An exclamation sounded from nowhere.

"My Wenbao has no literary energy!"

"No, where is my literary spirit! My literary spirit is gone!"

Chu He raised his head and looked around the ghost emperor.

He could feel the surge of ghost energy.

But now, in his eyes, there is no ghost around the ghost emperor.

Only the place closest to the ghost emperor is full of ghost aura, while around the ghost emperor, there are countless literary auras.

Culture...

Chu He suddenly lowered his head and looked at the literati army.

Countless literary qi rose up in a trance, gathering towards the ghost emperor in the air.

This is……

The ghost emperor is absorbing the literary spirit of all literati!

how can that be!

How could a ghost cultivator be able to absorb the literary spirit of a literati!

In the next moment, a streak of ghost energy rose from the direction of the capital, like a long dragon, and suddenly entered the ghost emperor's body.

The ghostly aura in the direction of the capital...

Everyone opened their eyes wide, looking at the ghostly air in the sky in disbelief.

"That is, the sage's literary spirit..."

Wen Xiang stood in the air, eyes wide open, and muttered to himself.

"That's the sage spirit of the National Scholars Academy..."

Mu Tong has been in the bookstore all year round, and he is very clear about the saintly spirit in the bookstore.

He felt a familiar atmosphere from those sages.

Guoshi Academy, the sage spirit of Shuge...

Something happened in Beijing!

Chu He looked towards the direction of the capital, but suddenly heard the ghost emperor in the air laughing.

"Wen Yan, Chu He, I really want to thank you."

"Haha, who would have thought that the literary spirit of a human saint can be used by me!"

"Tonight is the time to be promoted to ghost fairy!"

With a sound, countless literary spirits suddenly rose.

Even Chu He couldn't help but feel that there was not much left in his body, and he was drawn to the air continuously.

As for the other people around, expressions of pain suddenly appeared on their faces.

They, like Chu He, felt the pull of the inner body.

Even the literary form is the same.

The ghost emperor is forcibly promoted to the ghost fairy with the help of the literary spirit of the human race and the holy man.

The moment Chu He came to his senses, a figure was already heading towards the sky.

Countless ghost auras followed that figure and went to the sky together.

With a bang, countless long dragons condensed with ghost energy slammed into the ghost emperor in the air.

Amidst the ghostly aura, a figure roared hysterically.

"Stop him!"