"This is a crimson war poem! Even if I recite it a second time, it still has 20% to 30% of its effect."
Above the battlefield, Zhou Xianchun was extremely excited. Looking at the war poem in his hand that was emitting red light, he thought of something and immediately urged his righteous spirit to fly towards the imperial guards farther away.
"I'm going to recite war poems to them."
The coverage of the war poem is indeed very large, but it is far smaller than this battlefield. The battlefield in the distance is mainly composed of the imperial guards.
They were not blessed by this crimson war poem at all, and were still fighting with their own strength.
Zhou Xianchun flew desperately for seventy or eighty miles, and when he saw the imperial guards below, he immediately began to recite the war poem again.
"I will repay your kindness on the Golden Terrace and die for you, supporting the Jade Dragon!"
After the poem was recited, the imperial guards felt a surge of power injected into their bodies.
Zhou Xianchun was overjoyed at this and wanted to fly even further, as the main force of the Great Wall Army still hadn't received the war poem's blessing. But halfway through his flight, he looked down and saw that the war poem he had painted had faded, even the words were blurred.
This indicates that the power of this war poem has been exhausted.
“Ahhh!!”
Zhou Xianchun cried out in grief, hating his own empty head that made him unable to compose a war poem.
“Why, why…”
Whoosh——
A sharp arrow flew through the air, hitting Zhou Xianchun directly in the chest with a "puff" sound. His body froze, and he fell straight from mid-air.
As he fell, he saw the Yaksha clan from the demon Buddha attacking him. The Great Wall Army was caught off guard and was unable to resist.
"General. General! Come back soon!"
Zhou Xianchun looked towards the Heroic Soul Monument, let out an unwilling cry, and then fell heavily onto the battlefield...
now.
In the treasure of luck, Lin Che suddenly put down his pen.
The four lines of Hengqu's poem that resounded throughout the literary world were suspended in the air, madly gathering luck.
Amidst the nine roaring sounds, the aura of the undead on his body instantly disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented aura.
It seemed that he could communicate with the heroic spirits and even command them.
The most important thing is that the righteous energy in him was already strong enough, and at this moment it was like a door suddenly opened, and he discovered that there was an inexhaustible supply of righteous energy in this world.
The Confucian concept of righteousness, from low to high, is: [Reading to understand reason], [Acting with a righteous heart], [Hao Ran body], [Righteousness of heaven and earth], [The realm of the most holy, where righteousness lasts forever!].
Before, Lin Che cultivated himself into a righteous person and became a great scholar.
And now, he clearly felt that he had taken another step forward and entered the stage of [Righteousness of Heaven and Earth].
But the final [Supreme Saint Realm, where righteousness endures] seems to be still some distance away.
Just at this moment, the system prompt sound came.
[Ding—Congratulations to the host for entering the "Righteousness of Heaven and Earth" stage and becoming a Confucian Semi-Saint!]
He is a semi-saint, not a true Confucian sage.
But it was surprising enough.
Lin Che could hardly hold back from howling to the heavens, expressing his true feelings.
He made the right bet!
For so many days, he had not written the four lines of Hengqu because he knew that his strength was not enough. If he could gather the good fortune of the world and write them together, it would surely allow him to make further progress in his Confucian cultivation.
really.
He became a semi-saint in one leap!
For a moment, he felt that this treasure of luck was nothing special, and the surrounding pressure and attractive force were nothing special.
He didn't have time to carefully read the system prompts, nor did he have time to see if there were any rewards.
He was suspended in the air, pressing down on the ground with one hand.
"The righteousness of heaven and earth will bring punishment to all evildoers!!"
boom!
An incomparably powerful righteous energy of heaven and earth slammed heavily onto the ground like a substance.
It cannot be seen or touched, but it emits an extremely terrifying sound.
In an instant, the eye of the storm formed around the mountain range was shattered on the spot, the rolling turbid air was completely repelled, and the entire mountain range returned to its original appearance.
In front, the giant sword in Yuan Heidi's hand that was stuck in the ground was crushed on the spot, and the terrifying suction force also dissipated.
Xiangyanghua, Pei Jijiu, Ye Zheyun and Ji Wuhuan who were beside him suddenly felt their bodies lighten and were no longer pulled by the suction force.
"Lin Che, you've made a breakthrough?" Sunflower asked in shock.
"This righteous spirit is obviously much stronger than before. Lin Che, are you a semi-saint now? You can't be a Confucian sage, right?" Pei Jijiu was also very shocked and began to speculate.
Ye Zheyun looked at the four sentences floating in the air and took a deep breath:
"These four powerful sentences fully capture the mission of Confucianism, past, present, and future. These four sentences alone will ensure your eternal fame."
Ji Wuhuan, who was not far away, stared at Lin Che without blinking, her beautiful eyes gleaming. "This man is becoming increasingly unfathomable. Even at this critical moment, he can still achieve a breakthrough."
The pupils of Emperor Shi Tian, who was halfway there, shrank as if realizing something, and he immediately stepped back. Even if Emperor Shi Tian believed that his Dharma was boundless, he would have to temporarily avoid the attack after Lin Che displayed such a skill.
Lin Che did not answer the others, but looked at Emperor Shitian and said:
"Now that you're here, don't leave!"
He pressed down in the air with one hand again, and the terrifying righteous energy of heaven and earth was suppressed.
"Ah!" Indra's body suddenly stiffened, and the snake head also showed a look of fear. He seemed to be suppressed in place and unable to move.
"Amitabha—Thus have I heard, Ananda's golden body!"
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