Respectfully ask Your Majesty to kill the immortal

Chapter 264
No wonder he had a special talent for Wen Dao since he was a child.

No wonder he turns around at any time, the ink, pen and paper are always ready on the desk...

No wonder he has a strange feeling for the library.

All because of her.

She is the spiritual wisdom derived from the books, and also his fairy fate.

He was able to aspire to the world of ten directions, and she contributed a lot.

Unfortunately, neither of them knew what they meant to each other.

After all, he still missed it. If he lost her, there would be no fairy fate.

When the icy sword fell into his Qizang Shenfu, he looked at the smiling young man: "All of this is in your calculation?"

The young man nodded: "So, you still lose this time."

He was so convinced in defeat that he resisted this power, and in the end it brought him failure and destruction.

And her life.

He let out a low sigh and closed his eyes.

……

This memory poured into Xu Mochen's brain like a tide, making his ears twitch.

Now he is not sure whether these memories belong to him or the so-called Tu Dao Xiaoyao Xian.

However, it doesn't matter who it is.

Xu Mochen felt a new power - rebellion!
A new power that can overthrow everything.

His body was entwined with yellow light.

The third life in memory, he followed the Wenfa sect's way of writing.

So Xuehai around him is not a threat at all to him.

The mood essays that had washed over his mind were nothing more than pediatrics in his opinion.

Xu Mochen smiled slightly, and the power of Ni spread out, taking advantage of the situation to dissolve Xuehai.

The seawater submerged into his body at an extremely fast speed and was digested by him.

On the other side, Mixuan and Miluo in the air, their faces were serious.

The books in Lin Zhuxi's hands can absorb magical powers and magic weapons, and then use them for them.

The two joined forces to attack several times, but without success.

"Brother," Mi Luo gritted her teeth, "Do you want me to make the Dragon Slaying Saber?"

"No," Mixuan immediately denied, "The Dragon Slaying Saber is too powerful, and there are already many damages in this square inch of the hidden place. If you go down with the sword, you will not only cut here, but may also affect the capital."

The Confucian Temple is located in a busy city. Although Mixuan belongs to the dragon clan, since he agreed to cooperate with Xu Mochen, he also has to consider the issue of the human race.

Mi Luo gritted her silver teeth: "Then what should I do?"

Just as Mi Xuan was about to answer, a familiar feeling suddenly came from below.

I saw a vortex reappeared in Xuehai, and the sea water poured in and disappeared at an extremely fast speed.

"Someone absorbed Xuehai?" Mi Luo was stunned, "How did you do it in such a large amount?"

As the saying goes, there is no limit to learning, and no one can fully tolerate and absorb it.

But the reality is, someone did it, and it did.

Even Lin Zhuxi was shocked.

In a blink of an eye, Xuehai disappeared completely, exposing the land under the sea.

There was a person standing in the empty place. He slowly opened his eyes and waved to Tang Derun and the others.

"Xu Mochen!" Mi Luo cheered, "It's Xu Mochen!"

Xu Mochen's figure flickered, and he had already appeared in front of the two of them, blocking them from Lin Zhuxi.

"Your Majesty..." Lin Zhuxi's face was not very good-looking, "How did you absorb Xuehai?"

Xu Mochen dissolved the state of mind and literature that he had accumulated over hundreds of years, which he could not explore in countless books, and the sea of ​​learning he had built up.

This means that Xu Mochen's views on writing are far beyond his own.

However, he clearly knew that the emperor was not from the Grammar School.

"As long as you think about it, you can do it." Xu Mochen was very calm. He hooked his fingers and built a long sword with the power of rebellion against ten sins. Set an example, Daxing Wendao.

But look at you, extracting the literary spirit of the gentry students, stealing the literary spirit of the immortals, and trying to interfere with the imperial examinations on their own.

Have you read so many books, have they all read into the dog's stomach? "

With that being said, Mi Luo behind him burst out laughing.

"Your Majesty," Lin Zhuxi sneered, "Zi Feiyu knows the joy of fish.

Now that you have also entered the immortal way, you naturally know that proving the way is going against the sky, and everything that I do is for the sake of ascension. "

"Flying? Merge with the Dao of Heaven and control thousands of worlds," Xu Mochen shook his head, "I really doubt that the Dao of Heaven that merges with you will slowly be distorted for existence like you.

To take a step back, you encountered a difficult situation in cultivating immortals and wanted to find another way, which actually shows that your immortal fate ends here.

What you have done, heaven and earth will not tolerate. "

Lin Zhuxi snorted coldly, and opened the book in his left hand: "Your Majesty, a dispute of words can solve the problem, and I think there will be a lot less trouble in the world."

Xu Mochen agreed, and he also raised his sword: "As you wish, I will kill the immortal!"

Mixuan said: "Be careful, his books can absorb supernatural powers."

Xu Mochen "hmm" for a moment: "Books are naturally good things, reading can improve one's intelligence and broaden one's knowledge.

However, in my time, there were other explanations.

That is, it is better to have no books than to believe in books! "

After speaking, the long sword in his hand exploded with a beam of yellow sword light.

It was an attack condensed with the power of inverse.

Lin Zhuxi drew the ladle in the same way, and a page flew up from the book in his left hand to meet the sword glow.

Just hearing the sound of "hissing", Xu Mochen's sword light was not absorbed, but pierced through the page instead.

Lin Zhuxi's complexion changed drastically, and he immediately backed away. Jianmang followed him as if he had eyes.

Xu Mochen raised his sword again leisurely: "In our era, there was a saying.

That is, practice is the sole criterion for testing truth! "

He is not denying knowledge or books. What he has received is modern education, and he has the memory of the third life. His understanding of Wen Dao is even more unique.

The literary dao he wants is the literary dao that can truly prosper and lead the human race forward.

Instead of the current world of ten directions, the Wen Dao that is imprisoned in the thinking of the human race.

With a breakthrough in consciousness, it is not difficult to deal with the supernatural treasures of the Grammar School.

What's more, what he is using is the power of "reverse", which is easy to break through the confinement.

"Go to hell!" Xu Mochen uttered a word lightly, and the long sword in his hand flew out, turning into hundreds of small swords, large and small.

Lin Zhuxi on the opposite side saw that the momentum was wrong, he was also very decisive, turned around and fled.

But Xu Mochen's swords were faster. With a wave of his hand, those swords cut across various arcs, closing towards Lin Zhuxi in all directions.

Lin Zhuxi was dying, and the book in his hand exploded with countless pages, enveloping himself.

Of course...

It didn't work, and the swords that appeared in reverse directly penetrated these pages and hit Lin Zhuxi one after another.

Every time a sword is drawn, rows of ink characters spread out from Lin Zhuxi's body.

That was his literary way of maintaining his state, which was destroyed by Xu Mochen little by little.

"Your Majesty...wait a moment..." He begged for mercy, "I still have..."

But Xu Mochen didn't give him a chance, he grabbed it with his right hand, and all the long swords merged into Lin Zhuxi's body, bursting into a ball of yellow light.

(End of this chapter)