I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 107
The vast scene of light and shadow made the Weasel Demon just want to retreat at this moment, but the figure flew back not far, but suddenly found that it was blocked by a transparent barrier. I found myself unable to escape.

The weasel demon immediately understood what was going on, the foreign land.

Something like a demon realm, but more mysterious, which was released by that literati.

There was no escape at this moment, the weasel monster immediately let out a high-pitched neigh, its eyes were full of fierce light, and its whole body grew rapidly.

In just a moment, the weasel monster was about the size of Song Mu, and at the same time, a large amount of yellow smoke burst out from behind him.

The yellow mist completely enveloped it in an instant, and in the yellow mist, needles began to appear one by one.

At this moment, Song Mu's gaze was firm, and the poem in his hand was so hot that he dared not hold it. Song Mu threw it out without hesitation, aiming at the ferocious weasel monster.

The roar of the weasel monster came, and Song Mu's face was calm, only feeling that the power of thought and writing in his body were being crazily extracted.

And the flame that was thrown out also changed rapidly in front of Song Mu, and in the next moment it split into countless fiery red birds. They wailed loudly, but flapped their fiery red wings one after another, and headed towards the weasel.

The red light plunged into the yellow mist, and the two sides immediately wrestled together. The firebirds pounced on the weasel demon, and then began to burn violently. The weasel demon roared, and those eyes were full of hatred and anger.

The screeching sound of the weasel demon made everyone in the ancestral hall squat down and cover their ears. Kong Zong covered his arms and looked outside, his expression was extremely shocked at the moment.

"Is this the true power of poetry?"

Seeing this kind of fighting scene, a group of talented students also showed shock at this moment, watching everything outside the ancestral hall intently.

This gorgeous and magnificent scene unfolded in front of everyone, making everyone feel deeply unrealistic.

No one spoke, just watched all this quietly.

The yellow mist emitted by the weasel demon was suppressed by the fire bird, and the needle glow was completely ablated. Even the body of the weasel demon was burned badly by the fire bird, but at that moment, a violent roar sounded. Come.

The sound pierced through the eardrums, and Song Mu couldn't help trembling for a while. The next moment, he saw the yellow mist disintegrate, and amidst countless firebirds churning, a hideous figure rushed towards him.

It was the burnt weasel demon. Its body was covered with scars, and several places on its body were even ablated by the flames, exposing the bones inside.

Jinshi's original poems, inspired by descendants of blood, already have the power to strike people.

But this is not enough, this violent blow only caused this guy to be seriously injured, but it has already become ferocious, and it doesn't care about it at this moment.

The weasel was still coming towards Song Mu, and Song Mu's expression froze, and the piece of paper that Master Xun had left for Song Mu was already in his hand.

Just when Song Mu was about to make a desperate counterattack, a roar suddenly came from the sky.

"Beast!"

As soon as the words fell, a thunderbolt fell in an uproar, Master Xun thundered into the arena, holding a lightning bolt in his hand, and a piece of paper flashed thunder in his hand.

Master Xun, who was attracted by the weasel demon, came at the last moment,

And at that moment, it hit the weasel demon with a thunderous blow.

At that moment, thunder and fire struck, and the weasel demon's skin and flesh collapsed. In an instant, it became a scorched corpse on the ground, completely lifeless.

At this moment, Song Mu seemed to be drained of all his strength, and the strange strange scene disappeared in a moment, but at this moment, he knelt down slowly on the spot, panting heavily.

Although the power of this poem written by his ancestor is astonishing, Song Mu felt that all the strength in his body was drained, even the power of writing and thoughts in his body was empty.

Without enough strength to fight, Song Mugang was almost desperate.

When the crisis was resolved, everyone in the ancestral hall rushed out one after another. Kong Zong stepped forward to check on Song Mu's situation. Back to the ancestral hall.

Master Xun also came forward at this moment, his suspicious eyes swept over Song Mu's body, and he was relieved to know that it was Song Mu's ancestor's poems that showed their power.

"This weasel monster is quite powerful. It even raised a bunch of weasel monsters. It even tricked me into going over there when it was on that mountain."

"And I finally came across that stone wall. It's a bit weird, but in just a moment, I've reached a very far place."

Master Xun said so, with a bit of fear on his face at the moment.

"This monster may have awakened some innate blood to have such a powerful ability."

With the help of Shao Le and others, Song Mu returned to the ancestral hall, drank a few sips of water, and finally recovered.

Master Xun was already comforting the villagers and the boat passengers. After learning that the monster had been removed, the villagers also looked emotional and came up to thank them again and again.

But the villagers didn't go home, even though the monster outside had been removed, everyone was still crowded in the ancestral hall.

At this moment, Song Mu had already disregarded his face, and he was sitting cross-legged on the ground to recover with the exhaustion on his body.The blow just now took a lot of literary power and mental power beyond Song Mu's expectations.

After Wenli and Nianli were emptied, the body responded immediately.

When the others saw Song Mu's appearance, no one went up to bother him immediately, and all of them had a bit of respect on their faces.

In the situation just now, if Song Mu hadn't tried his best to turn the tide, everyone would be in danger.

Even if it was the piece of paper in Mr. Fan's hand that showed its power, it was only because of Song Mu's urging that it exerted such a huge power.

And now that they heard that Song Mu was still a child of Wenmai, these people became even more respectful.

After all, the villagers naturally respect the literati who Mr. Fan respects even more.

As for Song Mu, he was completely immersed in restoring his literary power.

There was nothing to say all night, and when the next morning came, when the villagers saw the body of the weasel the size of a yellow dog on the ground outside the ancestral hall, they all looked at each other in dismay, beaming with joy.

After a while, the villagers arranged a lot of men to help the owner pull the boat across the shoal, shouting chant.

Song Mu and others were able to move forward again.

During this period, Song Mu did not wake up, and several men from the fishing village carried Song Mu, who was still recovering, onto the big boat.

And Song Mu's status on the ship is different at the moment, the ship owner enthusiastically and tried his best to arrange a private room for Song Mu, so when Song Mu woke up, he was on a bed.

Sunshine came in from the porthole on one side, making Song Mu feel warm at the moment. He stretched fiercely, and let out a long breath of foul air.

After a night of practice, Song Mu felt that his literary power had recovered very well, but his mental power was still a little lacking, so he could only slowly recover by reciting ancient books.

Song Mu habitually glanced at his body, wanting to check if the battle yesterday caused any damage to him.

But after such an inspection, Song Mu immediately widened his eyes a little bit.

Because he suddenly discovered that there seemed to be some changes in the ancient books in his mind.

The "Yan Ge Xing" and "Cloud Day" used last night, these two poems were not originally Song Mu's original poems, but they have appeared in the ancient books at this moment.

Song Mu wiped his eyes in disbelief, with surprise and surprise on his face.

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(End of this chapter)