I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 146 Swear to compare yourself!

Ke Jijin's crazily clamoring voice spread throughout the whole world, and countless literati suddenly realized what it was in his hands, and at this moment, they also showed panic and stunned.

Even the old man next to Song Mu forced himself to stand up and threw away the soldiers next to him excitedly.

"We must not let him succeed. There are 20 people in Shaozhou city!"

As the old man said this, his figure gradually became hunched, and his face became flushed, as if he was vigorously urging his body's literary strength, and the fluctuation of literary strength came slowly, and the old man's sleeves had no wind to move.

"puff--"

But at the next moment, the old man suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, the blood spurted three feet, and the old man fell down like a feather, with a pale expression on his face.

"Master Gu!"

At this time, Song Mu also hurried up to help him, and checked the other person's condition with concern. The old man's breath was extremely unstable. He was already poisoned in his body, but at this moment, he was forcing Wen Li to let the poison swim around his body even more powerfully.

But Song Mu had nothing to do about it, he could only move the old man away and comfort him at the same time.

"My lord, you don't have to worry."

"Why don't I worry, that's Hundred Flowers Killing Picture. In the city, is there any literati who can fight him?"

"I have been an official for seventy years, but now I want to see the whole city of people die in front of me!"

The old man was burning with anxiety, and at this moment he was coughing violently. The soldiers next to him were huddling together, with panic on their faces, as if they had already seen the impending doom.

Song Mu looked at the other party, and shook his head with a serious expression.

"My lord, please trust my teacher."

Song Mu said resolutely, at this moment his eyes also looked up, looking at the figure standing in the sky, he lowered his head and said slowly to the old man.

"He is a Jinshi, a strong enough Jinshi, he has unfathomable literary and mental power."

"The most important thing..." Song Mu let out a deep breath.

"My teacher is a boundary breaker."

Saying this, the old man suddenly widened his forehead and eyes, with a bit of excitement on his face at the moment, looking at Song Mu with burning eyes, and the corners of his mouth trembling slightly.

"What you said is true? If it's a boundary breaker, then maybe..."

After the words fell, I saw a huge wave of literary power suddenly coming from the sky, the literary power flashed like a substance, and Tao Fengming in the sky, wearing a blue robe at this moment, began to crazily agitate.

"Junior? Are you the short-sighted junior?"

"The world is in a strange place, and it's not your turn to be rampant with a little Hundred Flowers Killing Picture!"

Tao Fengming's calm voice sounded slowly, and the next moment he did not know where to take out a white scroll, and the scroll was opened in front of Tao Fengming, and at this moment, Tao Fengming used his hand as a pen and writing power as ink to slide the paper.

Tao Fengming actually started writing poems and articles on it!

"you……"

Ke Jijin's expression at this moment was very surprised. Seeing that Tao Fengming was already writing poems during the changing situation, he immediately took action.

The bloody scroll quickly unfolded towards the surroundings, and then turned into a monstrous blood belt in an instant, and at this moment it jumped towards Tao Fengming.

On the book tape with the scroll opened, countless flowers began to bloom, and the sky filled with yellow chrysanthemums slowly unfolded, but before these yellow flowers fell to the ground, they began to change drastically.

The warm yellow color gradually receded, and was replaced by an extremely conspicuous red, which was so moist that it was about to drip. There was actually a little blood dripping from the red flower.

At the same time, a salty smell also began to overflow.

It was a strong smell of blood!

This Hundred Flowers Killing Picture shows its terrifying power!
Song Mu and the others on the city wall were also covering their noses at this moment, but in the city, the blood dripped down, and unexpectedly began to release bloody flowers in the city, and the bloody flowers kept blooming on the streets.

In the corner, in the eaves, in the shade of trees, in the bushes...

The color of blood began to permeate, and the entire city changed color in just a moment!

Countless people screamed in fear, but the next moment they fell heavily to the ground and passed out.

Song Mu also looked around, but saw that the outside of the city behind him had become misty, and the bloody thick fog seemed to cover everything!
The strange land of Hundred Flowers Killing has fully unfolded!
The surrounding soldiers began to fall down one by one, and many people who fled to the city wall retreated towards Song Mu in fear. This faint mist is more terrifying than those crazy Moyin people at this moment.
Song Mu used the literary power in his body to sweep away the blood mist that was close to him, but he couldn't help everyone around him.

"Boy, leave quickly, it's too late, this place is going to be a place of death."

The old man surnamed Gu said to Song Mu weakly at this moment, but Song Mu shook his head when he saw the situation, clenched his fists, struggled for a moment, and then said to the two soldiers around him.

"It's not too late, bring your lord, let's go under the Daru article!"

Several soldiers nodded quickly, and Song Mu was the first to bear the brunt of it. He kept cleaning his surroundings with all his strength. At the same time, Song Mu stretched out his hand and probed under his neck.

A red rope was pulled out, and the three things connected to it were also revealed.

Song Mu reached out and tore off the topaz ring from it, and put on his own finger in a hurry.

"Boy, you actually have two contextual tourmalines?"

The old man was sitting paralyzed beside the bronze stele of Confucianism at the moment, seeing the thing with the red string around Song Mu's neck, his face was filled with shock.

"What's your name, which family's contextual child are you?"

At this moment, the old man also noticed that Song Mu's identity was unusual, and asked at this moment, but Song Mu didn't have time to pay attention to these, so he just took out the wat board and brush.

After smacking his thirsty mouth twice, Song Mu glanced at the great Confucian article in front of him, and took a deep breath.

"Cover the land of Shenzhou, gather nine cauldrons, nourish all things with the stars, and suppress demons with Wen Qi..."

Song Mu can't control so much now. If he wants to protect so many people, he can only rely on this great Confucian article at this moment. He hopes that he can write with literary power and strengthen his mind, so that this article can burst into some power.

At least let yourself be able to protect the people on the wall.

Song Mu knelt in front of the great Confucian article, the brush in his hand moved quickly, and each sentence of the article appeared on the wat board paper. In just a moment, Song Mu felt that the surrounding situation had changed.

The blood mist seemed to be slowly pushed away, but what followed was the depletion of literary power in his body.

After persisting for a while, Song Mu suddenly let out a muffled snort, his face turned pale at this moment, and the pen and ink in his hand suddenly stopped.

"Son, you can't do it, great Confucian articles, unless you are a Juren, you can't copy them all."

At this time, the old man next to him said, Song Mu's expression faltered, and the surrounding blood mist had already poured in again.

Seeing the panicked expressions of the people around him, all of them were full of fear, Song Mu was unwilling to reconcile, and immediately he closed his eyes.

The people around looked panicked, but Song Mu had opened his eyes again.

"The lotus has no cover to hold the rain, and the chrysanthemums still have proud frost branches."

Song Mu picked up his pen again at this moment, and wrote poems on the wat board. After writing a line of poetry, bursts of literary spirit immediately gushed out from the wat board.

This time, Song Mu wrote new poems.

Su Shi's "To Liu Jingwen"!
Now that the blood chrysanthemums are blooming all over the sky, Song Mu can't break through such a foreign land, but this doesn't mean that Song Mu will sit and wait to die.

Since you dare to chant chrysanthemums, then I will chant chrysanthemums too!
Which one is lower and which one is higher, and what the realm is, let's just compare it!

Just as Song Mu was writing, Ke Jijin, who roared in the sky and was heading towards Tao Fengming, launched a fierce attack on Tao Fengming who was writing.

Dao Dao attacked fiercely towards Tao Fengming, but the floating white scroll unfolded beside Tao Fengming seemed to have a spirituality, and at this moment it actually blocked all the opponent's attacks.

"what!"

Ke Jijin let out an exclamation, but the movements of his hands were a little faster again, and the expression on his face became even more ferocious.

"Arrogance? Let you go to the underworld with the old man Yu today, so that you will know what arrogance is!"

Saying so, I saw him crazily instilling literary power into the bloody scroll, and in just a moment, the smell of smelly flowers became more intense.

But at this moment, a piece of peach blossom petals suddenly floated among the fresh green and bright red flowers.

The pink color was incomparably abrupt, the petals flashed in front of Ke Jijin's eyes, and a thunder flashed in Ke Jijin's mind.

"This is……"

"Peach blossom..."

……

(End of this chapter)