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Into the Liaozhai Volume 4: The Way of Demons Chapter 271: Meritorious Service

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    ~¡¶¡·~ Chapter 271: Meritorious Service

    (There should be another chapter tonight. Over the past month or so, I have been really ashamed of all of you book friends!)

    As soon as the bell rang, it was as if it was vibrating in his ears, causing a momentary flaw. Chen Jianchen suddenly felt enlightened in his heart. He slowly raised his head and understood the reason¡ª¡ª

    He is not from this world. What does this world¡¯s sages have to do with him?  Why should we admire him like a mountain?  You know, when he first arrived, he was extremely disgusted with Dong Shengren's "Four Books".

    After thinking through this layer, it suddenly became clear that all these things are all illusions and demonic obstacles. It is like pulling away the dark clouds and seeing the bright moon. There is no longer any cover in front of you. Your whole body and mind are in a mysterious and clear change.

    The beginning of the change was the "Sanli Zhenzhang" in the world of Niwan Palace. It was already dim, but now it unfolded vigorously. The many word particles on it all flew out one by one, flying beautifully, one by one.  The grains look a bit like fireflies.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? out?????

    Nine hundred and ninety-nine characters, nine hundred and ninety-nine character glows, all melted into the evil-preventing pen in just a moment.

    Change and rebirth, the ghostly light on the holder of the evil-proof pen flickers like a star, full of a mysterious secret; and the tip of the pen is slowly blooming, like a flower bud in full bloom, with countless hairs popping out, it is the legendary flower that blooms on the tip of the pen  image.

    All the words were melted into the evil-proofing pen, leaving only a blank scroll.  The empty scroll was overturned and folded, but when turned over, it was seamlessly integrated with "Zhengran Tie".

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    At this moment, "Zhengluantie" has completely occupied Chen Jianchen's Niwan Palace world, standing firmly in the center and becoming the core existence.

    The image of the upright Confucian scholar in blue shirt is more distinct. It can be seen that the clothes are fluttering, the hair tie is free and easy, the right hand is holding the evil-warming pen, and the left hand is holding the sword.

    Yangwu Sword has also undergone considerable changes. Its overall brilliance is restrained, and there are faint signs of returning to its original nature.

    Many of these changes happened in the world of Chen Jianchen's soul and god. Outsiders could not observe at all. What they could see was Chen Jianchen's external image and attitude movement.

    Wang Chenghuang sacrificed the magic weapon "Shocking Bell" to help Chen Jianchen dispel Hou Qing's influence at the cost of being seriously injured.  It can be said that his hard work had an extremely important effect.

    Chen Jianchen¡¯s eyes widened and he regained his clarity, and the overwhelming pressure was in vain.

    boom!

    The image of the lofty saint was shattered into pieces, revealing the original shape of the black sedan: "You, you stinky scholar, how dare you destroy my appearance!"

    His Dharma appearance was destroyed, and he was undoubtedly hit hard and severely injured. When he screamed, he was in an angry and frustrated mood.

    Chen Jianchen held the pen and sword in his hand, standing tall and indifferent, and said slowly: "Hou Qing, if I want to make a contribution, I will lend you your soul!"

    Hou Qing laughed wildly: "Arrogant, do you think you can stand up like this? You're dreaming!"

    Amid loud laughter, the black sedan whizzed down, the curtains opened happily, and a ferocious grimace popped out. To look more realistic, this grimace was made up of countless faces.

    In order to practice the profound demonic skill "The Demonic Appearance of All Living Beings", Hou Qing spent a lot of effort. In addition to inheriting the essence of the tree demon, he also did not hesitate to invade the underworld and plunder countless flesh and blood, so that he could achieve such an achievement.

    Because of the unscrupulous plundering, the Black Mountain area is full of bones, devoid of human beings, and almost like ghosts.

    The country is about to perish, demons are dancing, and monsters are everywhere. It can only be regarded as a microcosm.

    Chen Jianchen was calm and composed, and his movement of lifting the evil-proofing pen was calm and gentle, as if he was copying and writing a post.

    "break!"

    The tip of the pen came up, and the character was formed in a flash, which was exactly the character "broken".  The characters are complete and the charm is vivid. Between the vertical and horizontal strokes, the limitations of the character shapes have long been surpassed, and the spirit of the pen and ink has been truly understood. It is magical, close to the Tao, and contains certain magical rules.

    break!

    In response, the ferocious grimace turned into countless fragments like a piece of fragile glass, scattered in all directions, and then turned into ashes.

    "How can it be?"

    Hou Qing¡¯s voice was unexpected and filled with horror.

    Wang Chenghuang saw this scene, and his morale was greatly boosted: It seems that the young master has gained insights before the battle, has improved his cultivation, and coupled with the characteristics of righteousness and evil, why worry?

    He roared loudly, held the weapon in his hand, and struck "sweeping thousands of armies" with one blow, sweeping away several ghosts in front of him with great power.

    Roar!

    At this moment, Feitian Yaksha Mi, who was temporarily suppressed,When he reached a weak point, he attacked again, roaring and flying up, trying to kill Chen Jianchen.

    As long as Chen Jianchen is killed, the restriction of the ghost-fighting righteousness in his body will naturally be released.

    This flying yaksha has devoured too many ghosts on the battlefield. His power has skyrocketed and his consciousness is ferocious. How can he still be willing to be enslaved?

    Chen Jianchen¡¯s expression changed: ¡°Seeking death!¡±

    Haoran Yangwu¡¯s sword is so powerful that it cuts down with one strike.

    "Smelly scholar, either you die today or I die!"

    Hou Qing, who was in mid-air, had an outstanding ability to grasp the opportunity of a fighter. Upon seeing this, he immediately drove the black sedan and jumped down at an unparalleled speed.

    Chen Jianchen was one against two, and his disadvantage suddenly appeared. With a clanging clang, Yangwu sword struck the flying yaksha, like striking wood and stone, splashing out strange rays of light.  Every sword strike caused Feitian Yaksha to suffer considerable trauma.

    However, Yaksha was not afraid of death and remained unmoved. He just howled wildly and rushed at him regardless of his own safety.

    Damn guy!

    Chen Jianchen cursed secretly, but there was not much he could do. On the other side, the black sedan where Hou Qing was sitting had arrived with a crash. It transformed and split into eight roots, like a vicious python, attacking him from all directions.

    This is a real moment of battle to the death, where the outcome is a matter of life and death, and there is no room for error.

    Chen Jianchen became more and more calm, even though he roared loudly, he held a sword in one hand to block the flying yaksha, and wrote quickly with an evil-proof pen in the other hand, and then wrote an article, forming a wall with words and forming a shield to protect his surroundings.

    Bang bang bang!

    The roots collided with the words, and each root was blown to pieces.

    "Fall down!"

    In the midst of the fierce battle, Chen Jianchen made a small opening and used his evil-dispelling pen and sword gently. In an instant, he wrote the word "zhen". The shape of the word turned into a circle of white light, and flew into the soul of Feitian Yaksha, and the original  The restrictions united and became powerful, turning into a boulder and suppressing it heavily.

    Plop!

    The brave Feitian Yaksha couldn't bear it any longer. He fell to the ground, unable to move his limbs, and could no longer struggle.

    Chen Jianchen breathed a sigh of relief.

    At this time, the last root summoned by Hou Qing was smashed into pieces, turning into streaks of misty black energy that spread out.  Phew, the black sedan suddenly disappeared.

    "Huh!"

    Chen Jianchen's reaction was not unpleasant, but he still couldn't protect all the flaws. A wisp of black air that was almost invisible to the naked eye got into his right ear very flexibly.

    "Hahaha, you are the devil of all living beings, you are the supreme inner demon, you are a stinky scholar, now, how do you think you will die?"

    ?? Crazy and triumphant laughter rang in my ears and echoed in my heart.

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