The voice of Ke Jijin's crazy shouting spread throughout the world, and countless literati suddenly realized what the thing in his hand was, and at this moment, their faces showed horror and surprise.
Even the old man next to Song Mu stood up and excitedly shook off the soldiers beside him.
"We must not let him succeed. There are 200,000 people in this capital city of Shaozhou!"
As the old man said this, his figure gradually became rickety, and his face turned red. He seemed to be vigorously stimulating the literary power on his body. The fluctuation of literary power came slowly, and the old man's sleeves were no longer windless.
"puff--"
But the next moment, the old man spit out a mouthful of blood, and the blood spurted three feet. The old man fell down like a feather, with a pale expression on his face.
"Master Gu!"
At this time, Song Mu also hurriedly went up to help him and checked the other party's condition with concern. The old man's aura was extremely unstable. He was already poisoned in his body, but at this moment, he was forcibly activating Wen Li, making the poison spread around his body even more.
But Song Mu had no choice but to move the old man away and comfort him at the same time.
"Sir, you have nothing to worry about."
"Why shouldn't I worry? That's the Killing of Hundred Flowers map. Are there any scholars in the city who can fight with him?"
"I have been an official for seventy years, and now I want to see a whole city of people die in front of me!"
The old man was extremely anxious, and he was coughing violently at this moment. Several soldiers beside him were busy in a group, with panic on their faces, as if they had seen the impending impasse.
Song Mu looked at the other party and shook his head seriously.
"My lord, please trust my teacher."
Song Mu said categorically. At this moment, he also looked up, looking at the figure that was still standing in the sky. He lowered his head and said slowly to the old man.
"He is a Jinshi, a powerful enough Jinshi. He has unfathomable literary and mental power."
"The most important thing..." Song Mu let out a deep breath.
"My teacher is a realm breaker."
As he said this, the old man's eyes suddenly widened, and his face was full of excitement. He looked at Song Mu with burning eyes, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.
"Are you telling the truth? If it's a realm 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, began to stir wildly.
"Junior? Are you the short-sighted junior?"
"It's a strange place in the world, and it's not your turn to be so rampant with a small plot of killing hundreds of flowers!"
Tao Fengming's calm voice sounded slowly, and the next moment he took out a white scroll from nowhere. The scroll was opened in front of Tao Fengming. At this moment, Tao Fengming used his hand as a pen and his writing power as ink, touching the paper and sliding it.
Tao Fengming actually started writing poems and articles on it!
"you……"
Na Kejijin looked very surprised at this moment. Seeing that Tao Fengming was already writing poetry during the changing situation, he quickly took action.
The bloody scroll quickly unfolded towards the surroundings, and then turned into a monstrous blood ribbon in an instant, leaping towards Tao Fengming.
On the book tape with the scroll opened, countless flowers began to bloom, and the yellow chrysanthemums all over the sky slowly unfolded, but before these yellow flowers fell to the ground, they began to change violently.
The warm yellow began to gradually recede, replaced by an extremely conspicuous red, which was so fresh and moist that there was actually a little blood dripping from the red flower.
At the same time, a salty smell began to spread.
That's the strong smell of blood!
This Hundred Flowers Killing Picture shows its extremely terrifying power!
Song Mu and others on the city wall were also covering their noses at this moment, and in the city, the blood drops started to release blood flowers in the city, and the blood flowers continued to bloom on the streets.
In the corner of the wall, on the eaves, under the shade of trees, among the grass...
Blood began to fill the air, 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, only to see that the outside of the city behind him had become foggy, and the thick bloody fog seemed to cover everything!
The strange world of Hundred Flowers Killing has completely unfolded!
Soldiers around him began to fall down one by one, and many people who fled up the city wall retreated towards Song Mu in fear. This faint mist was now more terrifying than those crazy demonic people.
Song Mu used the literary power in his body to disperse the blood mist that was close to him, but he could not 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 weakly to Song Mu. Song Mu shook his head when he saw this situation, clenched his fists, struggled for a moment, and then said to the two surrounding soldiers.
"It's not too late, take the adults with you and let's go to the Great Scholar's article!"
Several soldiers nodded quickly, Song Mu was the first to bear the brunt, and his body was constantly cleaning the surroundings. At the same time, Song Mu stretched out his hand to explore under his neck.
A red rope was pulled out, and the three things connected to it were also revealed.
Song Mu reached out and pulled off the topaz ring, then hurriedly put it on his finger.
"Boy, you actually have two cultural tourmalines?"
The old man was sitting slumped next to the bronze monument of the Confucian scholar. He saw the red string around Song Mu's neck with a look of horror on his face.
"What's your name? Which family are you from?"
At this moment, the old man also noticed that Song Mu's identity was unusual, and asked at this moment, but Song Mu had no time to pay attention to this. He just took out the wat tablet and then took out the writing brush.
After smacking his thirsty mouth twice, Song Mu glanced at the scholar's article in front of him and took a deep breath.
"To cover the land of China, nine cauldrons gather together, nourish all things with the stars, and use literary energy to suppress demons..."
Song Mu can no longer control so much at the moment. If he wants to protect so many people, he can only rely on this great Confucian article. He hopes that his writing power and the blessing of his mind can make this article burst out with some power.
At least let yourself be able to protect the people on this wall.
Song Mu knelt in front of the scholar's article. The brush in his hand moved quickly, and sentences of the article appeared on the 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 a massive depletion of literary energy in his body.
After persisting for a moment, Song Mu suddenly groaned, his face turned pale, and the pen and ink in his hand suddenly stopped.
"Son, what you can't do is copy the great Confucian articles unless you are a scholar."
At this time, the old man next to him spoke. Song Mu's expression suddenly became frustrated, and the blood mist around him had surged in again.
Seeing the panicked expressions of the people around him, all of whom were full of panic, Song Mu felt unwilling to give in. He felt a sudden change in his heart and closed his eyes at this moment.
The people around him looked panicked, but Song Mu had opened his eyes again.
"The lotuses are gone and there is no rain cover, but the chrysanthemums are still covered with 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 energy immediately poured out from the Wat board.
This time, Song Mu wrote a new poem.
Su Shi's "To Liu Jingwen"!
Now that the blood chrysanthemums are blooming all over the sky, Song Mu cannot break through this strange situation, but this does not mean that Song Mu has to sit back and wait for death.
Since you dare to chant chrysanthemum, then I will chant chrysanthemum too!
Which one is lower, which one is higher, what is the state, let’s just compete!
Just when Song Mu was writing, Ke Jijin, who was roaring towards Tao Fengming in the sky, launched a fierce attack on Tao Fengming who was writing.
Attack after attack hit Tao Fengming fiercely, but the floating white scroll unfolding beside Tao Fengming seemed to have become spiritual, and it actually blocked all the opponent's attacks at this moment.
"Huh!"
Ke Jijin let out an exclamation, but the movements of his hands were a little faster again, and the expression on his face became more ferocious.
"Crazy? Today I ask you to go to hell with old man Na Yu. Only then will you know what it means to be crazy!"
As he said this, he was seen crazily pouring literary power into the bloody scroll. In just a moment, the smelly floral fragrance became more intense.
But at this moment, a peach blossom petal suddenly floated among the bright red flowers.
The pink color was extremely abrupt, and the petals flashed before Kojijin's eyes, and a thunder flashed in Kojijin's mind.
"This is……"
"Peach Blossom..."
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