I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 168 Iron Horse Ice River Comes to Dream! 【Subscribe】

Song Mu's eyes with countless bloodshot eyes widened at the moment.

The strong wind blew Song Mu's messy and drooping long hair, and at that moment Ke Jijin trembled for no reason.

"you……"

Ke Jijin was about to speak, but Song Mu suddenly stretched out his hand at this moment, and then slapped him hard on the face.

Song Mu, who is tall and has long feet, is doing this action at the moment, but he looks abnormally weak.

That light slap went down without even making any sound, and the ears of the two of them were filled with the whistling sound of the surrounding mountains and forests at this moment.

"Bah! What kind of treasure are you carrying! Tell me!"

Ke Jijin suddenly came back to his senses, and shouted with a more ferocious expression at this moment, but what greeted him was only a distorted smile from Song Mu.

Then Song Mu raised his hands, and ruthlessly grabbed Ke Jijin's fingers that were pinching his neck.

The temperature in the forest seemed to drop again, and Song Mu spit out a long mouthful of white steam at this moment, with an incomparable determination on his face.

Seeing Song Mu struggling to death, Ke Jijin didn't talk nonsense at the moment, and immediately mobilized the devilish energy around him, and the black devilish energy slowly condensed into several palms, and then hit Song Mu's chest hard.

"Since you want to die like this, I will fulfill you!"

A palm hit Song Mu's chest fiercely, and the dull sound of the blow was accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.

At this moment, Song Mu let out a roar!

"what!!!"

The sound of the wind engulfed the literary energy, turning it into Taoist literary power and condensing on Song Mu's hands. At that moment, Song Mu actually moved Ke Jijin's fingers!
The surrounding mountains and forests seemed to be bred with an extremely powerful force at this moment, and it suddenly struck. Ke Jijin had an extremely shocked expression on his face at this moment, and he roared even more at the moment.

"Rat! What on earth is on you?"

"Who are you?!!"

But what responded to him was only Song Mu's endless roar, and the endless howling wind around him.

At that moment, Song Mu suddenly felt his neck loosen, and at the same time, his body seemed to be supported by an invisible force.

Riding on the wind.

The gust of wind between the sky and the earth seemed to be slowly supporting his body.

Like a piece of light feather, it is heading into the distance.

……

Blood was overflowing from the corner of Song Mu's mouth, eyes closed, looking at the gleaming words on the ancient book, his heart was already filled with gratitude.

In this critical moment, it was the ancient book that saved him, using the golden light condensed by all the poems.

At this moment, Song Mu was fluttering and disappeared under the sweeping wind. In the darkness, Song Mu was gently sent to the ground.

At that moment, the gust of wind dissipated, and the golden light on the ancient book also completely dissipated.

Song Mu was pulled back to the cruel reality by the severe pain. He vomited blood at the moment, but he insisted on looking up and looking around.

In the misty darkness not far away, there is a village.

Song Mu got up with difficulty, his body was in pain almost all the time, Song Mu clutched his chest, and staggered forward.

Stumbling on his feet, Song Mu seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and at this moment he finally came to the village.

Song Mu resisted the pain in his throat and tried to call for help, but soon realized that this was already a deserted village.

In the territory of Guangzhou Prefecture, there are already no ordinary people at this moment.

It is already called every day should not, called the land not working.

Song Mu had no strength left, so he could only climb into the village and lie down under a fence. On one side was a mud house that had been toppled by heavy rain, revealing a dilapidated bed.

Song Mu was a little longing, longing to lie down and sleep quietly.

There were bursts of biting cold coming from the wet body, and Song Mu felt that his consciousness was almost in a trance, and there seemed to be various voices coming from his ears.

Limbs seemed to have no strength, Song Mu was panting with difficulty, spending every minute and every second in pain.

In these two lifetimes, Song Mu felt that he had never had such a difficult time.

But suddenly, Song Mu suddenly felt a more severe pain in his chest, and at the same time, the writing power in his whole body seemed to have begun to boil.

Burning heat and cold feeling appeared on Song Mu's body at the same time.

Under the collision of cold and heat, Song Mu already felt that he was going to be torn in two.

The ebullition of literary power and the strong bloodthirsty feeling kept coming up at this moment, Song Mu gritted his teeth, but he understood what was going on in his heart.

The Enchanting Pill that Ke Jijin had given himself had an attack in advance.

But Song Mu had no strength, and he couldn't even do any resistance at this moment.

I thought that the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, but it turns out that the mountains are heavy and the rivers are returning.

"Junior, you can't run away!"

"I know you're here!"

At the same time, Ke Jijin's roaring voice came from the sky again, and Song Mu heard it vaguely, but he couldn't do anything.

Gusts of wind swept past, followed by bursts of violent ground shaking, which aroused Song Mu again.

The medicinal power in the body seemed to be still boiling, but Song Mu felt that his consciousness had returned for a short time, and immediately moved to a more corner with difficulty.

Song Mu was gasping for breath, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and Ke Jijin in the sky was still shouting, attacking the ground one after another.

Song Mu saw a stick in front of him.

With his eyes wide open and his mouth open, Song Mu reached for the stick, dragged it in front of him with difficulty, and then held it tightly in his hand.

With almost blurred eyes, Song Mu slowly began to write on the ground.

"Stupid lying in a lonely village, I don't feel sorry for myself..."

"Shangsi defends Luntai for the country..."

At this moment, it seemed that the sky was raining again.

Song Mu stared blankly at the land in front of him, and wrote down with his last will.

"Lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain..."

"So you are here."

Suddenly a figure came down and stood in the courtyard, and that terrifying voice rang in Song Mu's ears again.

"You think you can run?"

"How powerful is the magic pill? Does it make you miserable?"

Ke Jijin's faint voice sounded slowly, Song Mu was unable to lift his head at this moment, but his fingers were still moving.

But Ke Jijin took a step forward, looked at the dying Song Mu, and smiled coldly.

"Why? Only now did you think of leaving a last word for yourself?"

"I gave you the way, you don't choose!"

Ke Jijin roared angrily, his hands were already surging with demon energy.

"Old man... Shaozhou Fucheng, do you know who broke your Baihuasha?"

Song Muqiang said with strength, but his eyes were fixed on the wooden stick in his hand, and he tried his best to speed up.

"It was I who wrote three chrysanthemum poems in a row that broke your strange state."

"Um?!"

Ke Jijin was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Song Mu again with gloomy eyes. Song Mu moved his finger again, but raised his head at this moment, and looked at him with a weak face, showing a smile.

"I didn't want to leave, and of course I didn't want you to live."

After Song Mu said this, Ke Jijin's expression turned serious, and he waved his finger to call.

But suddenly, Ke Jijin snorted suddenly, and then suddenly bent his body, with a painful expression on his face.

"It's poison!"

Ke Jijin exclaimed, but at this moment he wiped the corner of his mouth suddenly, leaving some white powder on his hand, and looked at Song Mu suddenly.

"When did you..."

Ke Jijin questioned like this, but he remembered the two slaps of Song Mu who was dying just now.

The two weak slaps were actually covered with the poison powder he gave him.

The toxicity has already occurred, and the antidote is difficult to work at this moment.

At this moment, everything was clear, but there was a burst of laughter in the field.

This laughter did not come from Ke Jijin, but from Song Mu.

"Hehehe, cough cough."

"You can't live without doing evil, you are seriously injured, who can say that I can't kill you?!"

Ke Jijin roared, enduring the discomfort in his body, he wanted to get rid of Song Mu and hurry up.

"Rats die!"

But at that moment, he saw Song Mu roar and write frantically on the ground with a branch.

"Exorcism"!
The title of the poem came into being suddenly!

The sky and the earth are blowing up!Bring on the thunderstorms!Torrential rain!

The vast literary energy gushed out in front of Song Mu, and the words on the ground began to slowly emerge.

"Staying in a lonely village does not feel sorry for itself, Shangsi defends Luntai for the country."

"Lying in the night and listening to the wind and rain, the Iron Horse and Glacier are dreaming!"

Lu You's great poems were formed in an instant, and the gushing literary spirit swept all directions!

"You actually...original poems!"

Ke Jijin's exclamation came again amidst the surge of literary energy, at this moment Song Mu tore off the blood-stained tourmaline around his neck.

Blood soaked the two tourmalines, and at that moment there seemed to be a flash of light, and Wen Li had a new place to go.

In an instant, the world changed, and the iron horse glacier.

Come to dream!
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