I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

Mu Tong shouted loudly, startling countless literati soldiers.

Immediately afterwards, countless literati armies who still had the literary spirit all gave a loud shout.

"My human spirit, how can I give you the reason to cultivate ghosts!"

In an instant, countless literary spirits rose from the sky.

As much as half of the literary qi that was absorbed in the past and that could still be controlled by the literati began to change directions and continuously gathered on top of Chu He's head.

In the next moment, Chu He only felt a huge cultural energy pouring into his body.

Like a wave, like a waterfall.

Come back.

And the exhausted literary heart in his body, the last trace of bloody literary energy that was about to disappear, suddenly rose up.

Countless Wen Qi gathered on top of Chu He's head and poured it in.

However, it is not enough.

Among the literati army, there are only a small number of talented scholars whose realm is at the fourth rank.

Most of the literati are sixth-grade talents.

Although there are tens of thousands of civil servants now.

However, only half of the literary energy that could be gathered could enter Chu He's body.

Most of the literary energy has already been consumed while resisting the three hundred ghost commanders.

not enough.

Those who are not enough to recite the complete chapter will enter the wine.

not enough!

Burn Wenqi, burn all Wenqi!

In an instant, Chu He's countless literary spirits suddenly rose up.

The blood-colored breath drowned out all Wen Qi, turning the entire area around Chu He into a blood-colored waterfall.

As long as you can hold on to this moment, as long as there is a moment.

Chu He clenched his teeth, desperately trying to burn all his literary energy.

This is far beyond his limit.

The literary spirit above his head was enough to match that of a top-ranked Confucianist, and under the blood-colored waterfall, the coercion of the Confucianism was faintly formed.

But not enough.

No matter how powerful Chu He is, he is still not in the realm of great Confucianism.

In essence, he is still only a fourth-grade talent. No matter how much literary energy he can hold in his body, it is only much more than ordinary fourth-grade talents.

But compared with great Confucianism, it is not enough after all.

insufficient!

He can't hold so much style!

His body can only accommodate the literary spirit of a peak Confucian of the second rank, and it is far from reaching the peak of a Confucian of the first rank, let alone a peak Confucian of the first rank!

How can we arouse these literary spirits!

For the first time, Chu He had deep doubts about his realm and strength.

If he can break through to the third grade Confucianism before this time.

Then he wouldn't be in such a difficult situation now.

Two days later if possible.

If you can give him a chance to break through the third grade Confucianism.

pity.

There is no if in the world.

Whether it is the last life or this life.

A blood-red figure appeared in front of Chu He.

A pair of blood-colored vertical pupils stared closely at Chu He.

In his hand, he held a pill.

Ghost King?

Chu He raised his head and looked at the Ghost King.

The Ghost King has lost most of his ghost energy at this time, and the ghost energy in his body is not as good as that of a second-grade ghost commander.

This is the ghost emperor using the realm to suppress, almost crushing the ghost spirit of the ghost king, and almost killing the ghost king in one fell swoop.

The Ghost King grinned, revealing his scarlet teeth.

His eyes had lost the spirituality of the previous ghost king, leaving only deep fatigue and anticipation.

In his hand is a Creation Pill.

Chu He suddenly understood why he suddenly thought of the Ghost King.

That's because in the hands of the Ghost King, there is a Creation Pill.

But the despair just now affected him, and made him forget the existence of this Creation Pill.

Seeing the complexity in Chu He's eyes, the Ghost King chuckled.

"Anyway, after the Ghost Emperor is promoted to Ghost Immortal, no amount of Creation Pills in my hand will be enough to kill him."

"In this case, I might as well give you the Creation Pill directly."

"Now, you are the only one who can stop the Ghost Emperor."

From the eyes of the ghost king, Chu He saw his thoughts.

Only you alone can induce the appearance of a sage.

Only the appearance of the saint who is likely to be the real saint can stop the ghost emperor.

Even if that one is only half holy, it is enough.

The only one who can save the human race and this place is you, Chu He.

Chu He took the Creation Pill and swallowed it in one gulp.

The Good Fortune Pill entered his stomach, and for a split second, Chu He only felt that his body was light and light.

A mysterious breath slowly came out from his abdomen.

That is not the breath of a saint, nor is it the breath of a ghost cultivator.

That breath does not belong to any level, nor does it belong to any human ghost.

That breath is the real breath of heaven and earth.

In Chu He's text sea, soaked by that aura, a cyan color suddenly appeared.

Cyan represents heaven and earth.

The Wenhai, which was originally blue, was coated with a layer of blue.

The five books in the air have not spit out any trace of literary spirit.

But those five books were also coated with a layer of blue.

Water Margin, Tianlong, Dou Po, Xue Zhong, and the last Ghost Realm Classic actually written by Chu He, all fell from the sky of Wen Hai, landed on Wen Hai, and floated on the water.

That cyan color entered the five books.

The five books were suddenly opened.

Immediately afterwards, a majestic and huge literary spirit suddenly emerged from the five books.

boom!

Chu He heard a muffled thunderous sound from within his body.

At the same time, there was a faint clicking sound in his body.

It sounded like a piece of glass being broken.

Immediately afterwards, in Chu He's Wenhai, above the five books, a mirror appeared.

On the mirror, Chu He's figure was reflected.

This is……

mirror heart.

Only those who are above the three grades of Confucianism have the mirror heart.

Countless cultural spirits arise from bee pupae.

The unbearable pain that Chu He felt before due to the majestic literary spirit suddenly disappeared.

Instead, there is an almost greedy desire that permeates the entire Wenhai.

Style, more style!

He needs more flair!

It is not enough now!

Ripples appeared on the surface of the mirror heart.

The ripples like water patterns told Chu He that he hadn't broken through to the third rank Confucianism.

He needs more literary spirit to stabilize Jingxin.

All of a sudden, the five books began to burst out with a strong literary style that had never been seen before.

The literary spirit gushing out of each book is enough to satisfy Chu He, who was originally a fourth-grade talented scholar, the literary spirit in his body when he was in his prime.

But now, five books are pouring out at the same time.

At the same time, in Chu He's body, an inexplicable, huge attraction formed by the self-made pill began to continuously absorb the cultural energy between the surrounding heaven and earth.

Even the ghost emperor in the sky is far from being able to resist this attraction.

As a result, the countless literary qi in the sky began to turn around and converge on the top of Chu He's head.

And among them, there happened to be the aura of a saint attracted by the ghost emperor.

Saint empowerment!

On this day, Chu He broke through to the fourth-rank man, teacher and talented scholar, and officially stepped into the third-rank self-cultivation scholar.