Respectfully ask Your Majesty to kill the immortal

Chapter 259 Wenshan Xuehai
This is a place where the gods hide a square inch, and the dragon luck energy that Mixuan and others rely on cannot reach it, so they cannot capture the weak literary energy.

But Xu Mochen's six-swastika pupil can capture the last remaining bits and pieces.

Fortunately, they came in a hurry, if it was a little later, I'm afraid there was nothing he could do.

Tang Derun knew Xu Mochen's intentions best, and when he saw him flying away with his sword, he followed closely behind.

This is a strange sea, the sky is gray, and the surrounding area looks a little dark.

I don't know what the sea water is made of, it can penetrate the spiritual consciousness and directly corrode the body of a cultivator.

Xu Mochen reckoned that if he fell, there would be no bones left.

The two flew away at an extremely fast speed, and flew for half an hour, and saw a huge pillar standing in the center of the sea in front of them.

The pillar was swarthy, with four large characters engraved on it: The sea of ​​learning is boundless.

Xu Mochen almost laughed out loud. As expected of the Grammar School, even the place where the gods hide is so special.

I don't know if there is anything special about the pillar, so the two detoured to avoid provoking it.

Along the way, Xu Mochen found that the literary spirit was a little stronger, and it seemed that he was getting closer to his goal.

Sure enough, after flying for a while, a mountain came into view.

It is not the kind of mountain made of rocks, but a book, piled up horizontally and vertically, forming a high mountain.

Wenshan Xuehai, really deserves to be engaged in literature.

The mountain soared into the clouds, and a vortex opened up in the sky at the top. Xu Mochen's six swastikas could clearly see that Wen Qi was rushing towards the vortex.

Someone collected the literary spirit of the students in the capital, and then transported it away in this place.

His Daoyuan power was activated, Ni Wan, Jiang Gong, and Huang Ting's three orifices were in place, and his whole body was ready to go.

Tang Derun was also instigated by spiritual energy, and three magical powers unfolded behind him.

The two of them turned into two beams of light and flew straight towards the top of Wenshan.

Up there, gusts of wind blew, and the green-robed man had his hands facing the sky, holding small jade bottles in his palms, and the literary spirit inside was swallowed up, sinking into the vortex in the sky above.

"Hey!" He also set up realms around him, and he sensed the arrival of Xu Mochen and the others.

He sneered, waved his long sleeves, and sent all the small jade bottles into the vortex in the air, while he took his time to watch Xu Mochen and the two fall in front of him without changing his expression.

"Master Lin," Tang Derun stepped forward, "I didn't expect to meet you here."

"Your Majesty, Lord Tang," at this point, the green-robed man turned down his cloak, revealing his true colors. He saw that it was Lin Zhuxi, the official minister, and he saluted slightly, "I don't know what your majesty's purpose is when you come here. "

"Lin Aiqing," Xu Mochen's tone softened, "Can you tell me what Aiqing intends to do by extracting the literary spirit of the students in the capital?"

"Your Majesty," Lin Zhuxi is a scholar after all, he pays attention to etiquette, and his attitude is very respectful, "This matter is an internal matter of the Grammar School and has nothing to do with Your Majesty.

Moreover, the literary spirit extracted by this humble minister will not have any impact on the imperial examinations to be held by His Majesty.

This is already a problem in the world of ten directions. Since your majesty is sticking to the emperor of the human race, please don't interfere. "

Xu Mochen smiled: "Although I have always thought that immortals are different, it's just that Dagan and even the world of the ten directions have not reached that point.

What Aiqing is talking about is the internal issues of the Grammar School and the affairs of the ten directions world, which has nothing to do with me.

Dear dear, don't forget, this is the capital city, under the feet of the emperor, you can't do anything wrong. "

Xu Mochen didn't know the real plan of the other party, but according to his understanding of immortal cultivators, it would definitely not be a good thing.

Now that he has encountered this matter, he will definitely intervene.

Lin Zhuxi's smile froze immediately: "Since His Majesty wants to intervene...

Then it's better to let the minister give His Majesty... a ride! "

As soon as he said this, he waved his long sleeves, and a cloud of spiritual energy exploded from his whole body, causing Wen Shan to tremble slightly.

Xu Mochen and the two of them had been on guard for a long time, and when Lin Zhuxi launched an attack, the two of them dispersed one from the left and the other from the right.

Amidst Lin Zhuxi's loud laughter, a book flew up from under his feet, and it spun and became bigger. He stepped on it steadily, and spread his hands: "Wen Shan Xue Hai!"

But seeing a bright light flashing across the sky, rumbling thunder rang out.

The accumulated Wenshan began to disintegrate one by one, and it continued to rise around Xu Mochen and the two of them.

Below, a huge vortex formed on the sea surface, as if something was about to be ejected from it.

Xu Mochen and the two hurriedly avoided, first of all, the book, in the process of floating up, gradually turned into ink-colored characters.

"Combined!" Lin Zhuxi slammed his palms together, launching the formation.

Those ink characters immediately surrounded Xu Mochen and the two of them with claws and teeth.

Behind Tang Derun, a group of little golden deer rushed out of the supernatural cave, and collided with these ink characters, canceling each other out.

But the words in ink characters come from every book, and it can be said that the source is endless.

This is Lin Zhuxi's territory, and he occupies a favorable position.

The same is true for Xu Mochen over there. His Daoyuan power was injected into the Hanguang sword, and the sword intent of Bi Luo Liuyun turned into layers of clouds, protecting his surroundings and resisting the ink words.

Liu Dao swastika swept over, and each ink character was condensed by the mixture of literary energy and spiritual energy.

Although this is not the world in the book, Xu Mochen vaguely felt that a similar little law was at work.

Wenshan Xuehai, if you want to get rid of it, you can't rely on strength alone.

Xu Mochen's right fist condensed a cloud of cyan thunderballs, and amidst loud shouts, the thunderball shot out, exploding a spider web of lightning, covering all the ink characters in front of him.

The thunder and lightning made a "sizzling" sound, dissolving the ink characters silently.

But the writing energy did not dissipate. When the thunder and lightning lost their effect, the wisps of writing energy merged with the surrounding spiritual energy again, forming ink characters again.

The attacks of the two were unable to shake the slightest bit.

The formation is not like the formation, Xu Mochen couldn't help feeling a little impatient.

Lin Zhuxi who was not far away smiled: "Wen Dao locks the heart, if it is not broken, it is difficult to stand.

Your Majesty, all these books were studied hard and engraved in my heart since I was a child.

How can it be discovered in a short while. "

As time progressed, Xu Mochen felt something was wrong.

Those ink characters began to connect one by one, forming a birdcage-like thing, trapping him and Tang Derun in it.

Over there, Tang Derun had condensed into a golden body god, and his fists swung out with light, hitting the birdcage, but it still had no effect.

"Your Majesty," he was sweating profusely, "I'm afraid this is the supernatural power of the Grammar School. The place we are now should be the place in Lin Zhuxi's heart."

The so-called reading a hundred times, its meaning is self-evident, the cultivators of Wenfazong, through learning and trying to figure out the way of writing, step by step improve the realm, and prove the way to ascend.

Then in trying to figure out the way of writing, it is inevitable that there will be moments of getting lost. Lin Zhuxi thought of a good way, that is to isolate the lost state of mind, and form his own unique place for hiding.

(End of this chapter)