Chapter 71: The spirit of the literary saint, his words are followed by laws?
Saint of literature?

Su Jiutian and a group of generals frowned when they heard Kong Deshang's words.

Wensheng has been dead for who knows how many tens of thousands of years.

Is it possible to be resurrected?
At this moment, Kong Deshang shouted loudly.

"Descendants of the Kong family, please ask the heroic spirit of our ancestors to come and kill the rebels!"

"Please ask the heroic spirits of our ancestors to come and kill the rebels!"

"Please ask the heroic spirit of the Saint of Literature to come and kill the rebels!"

The people of the Kong family and the people of Emperor Wenzong shouted loudly one after another.

Then, Su Jiutian and a group of generals noticed that almost invisible white rays of light surged out of the bodies of Kong Deshang and others and sank into the statue of the Sage of Literature.

"Please ask the heroic spirit of the Saint of Literature to come and kill the rebels!"

"Please ask the heroic spirit of the Saint of Literature to come and kill the rebels!"

The sound spread in all directions, and the people of Wensheng City prostrated themselves on the ground like a tide, shouting loudly.

Afterwards, Su Jiutian and a group of generals noticed that white rays of light came from all directions of Wensheng City and sank into the statue of Wensheng.

"My lord, this statue seems to have come alive." Xiang Yu looked stern and spoke in a deep voice.

"What has sunk into the statue of the Saint of Literature must be the power of faith. Could it be that relying on the power of faith, the Saint of Literature can really be resurrected?"

Su Jiutian muttered to himself, and then said: "Xiang Yu, destroy the statue."

"boom!"

Without any hesitation, Xiang Yu soared into the air, swung out the God-Slaying Spear, and a brilliant divine light appeared, heading towards the statue of the Saint of Literature.

"Buzz!"

But in the next moment, a buzzing sound was heard, and a white light spread out in all directions with the statue of the Sage of Literature as the center.

As soon as the dazzling divine light met the white light, it was annihilated.

"Roar!"

Xiang Yu's eyes focused, and he burst out with unprecedented strength. Holding the God-Slaying Spear, he broke through the white light and arrived in front of the statue of the Saint of Literature.

"boom!"

Before he could make a move, a huge force erupted from the statue of the Sage of Literature, directly knocking Xiang Yu thousands of feet away.

"Buzz!"

The next moment, a strong white light burst out from the statue of the Sage of Literature, like another bright sun, blinding everyone.

Then the white light slowly shrank and finally gathered into a middle-aged man.

The man was wearing a grey gown and had a slender figure.

But the whole person's aura was extremely evil.

His face is 90% similar to the statue of Wensheng.

"Ancestors, the heroic spirits of our ancestors have arrived!"

Kong Deshang roared excitedly, and then crawled to the ground.

The four Martial Emperors, a group of Half-Emperors, and the Kong Family's Wen Zong were all trembling with excitement and prostrating themselves on the ground.

In their eyes, the Sage of Literature is a well-deserved belief.

They pin everything on Wensheng.

Su Jiutian looked at Wen Sheng and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The strength and background of the Kong family and Emperor Wenzong were indeed beyond his imagination.

Even the literary saint who had been dead for who knows how many tens of thousands of years could appear again.

Xiang Yu stared at the heroic spirit of the sage and could feel a strong pressure.

“No need to be so polite. I can come here thanks to you.” Wen Shengying Ling said calmly.

Then he looked at Su Jiutian and the other generals and chuckled, "Of course, there are you as well."

“If you hadn’t forced the Kong family and Emperor Wen into a desperate situation, they wouldn’t have summoned me.”

"For many years, I have been trapped in a small statue. Today, I finally escaped."

"Hahaha, haha!"

The heroic spirit of the sage laughed loudly toward the sky, like an evil demon.

"Literary Saint?" Su Jiutian raised his eyebrows and spoke in a deep voice.

"It is me." Wen Shengyingling nodded slightly.

Upon hearing this, Su Jiutian frowned even deeper.

Although the appearance of the Wensheng spirit was 90% similar to the Wensheng statue, he just felt something was wrong.

It is impossible for a literary saint who educates the people to feel evil.

"Xiang Yu, is it possible to see through what realm he is at?" Su Jiutian asked in a deep voice.

"My lord, he should not be a real life, nor does he have any specific realm, but I can feel the tremendous oppression." Xiang Yu replied in a deep voice.

"Is it possible to deal with it?" This is the most important thing.

If it can be dealt with, Emperor Wenzong of the Kong family will be destroyed.

If we can't deal with it, I'm afraid it will be very dangerous.

"Don't worry, my lord. I will do my best!" Xiang Yu spoke in a deep voice with boundless desire to fight.

"A Martial Emperor who has reached the Great Perfection and is holding a top-level Extreme Dao Emperor weapon." Wen Sheng Ying Ling said, "Since you have such confidence, I will play with you."

"kill!"

Xiang Yu roared, his momentum soared to the sky, and with murderous intent, he rushed towards the heroic spirit of the Saint of Literature.

"Certainly!"

The heroic spirit of the sage raised his hand and pointed, uttering the word "ding".

Then everyone saw that Xiang Yu, like a bolt of thunder, suddenly paused before continuing to move towards the heroic spirit of the Saint of Literature.

"interesting."

The failure to subdue Xiang Yu surprised the heroic spirit of the sage.

Then he continued speaking.

"Thousands of arrows fired!"

"A mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire."

As he opened his mouth, feather arrows appeared out of nowhere from all directions of Xiang Yu and shot towards him with a whistling sound.

The next moment, a high mountain appeared out of nowhere, covered with sharp blades, and an endless ocean appeared above it.

This ocean is made of flames and emits scorching heat.

"Roar!"

Xiang Yu roared and swept the God-Slaying Spear across, defeating the arrows one by one.

Immediately afterwards, the terrifying aura swept in all directions, destroying the thousand-foot-high mountains and the endless sea of ​​fire.

Su Jiutian and a group of generals were shocked when they saw Wen Sheng's attack method.

Especially Su Jiutian.

Because Wensheng's attack method seems to be the legendary "words come true".

As for the Kong family and the people of Emperor Wenzong, they were naturally extremely excited.

This is my ancestor.

This is the literary saint who educates the people.

"It does have some strength."

Wen Sheng Ying Ling showed admiration, and then continued: "If you are willing to submit to me, I can spare your life."

"Humph, a ghost who has been dead for who knows how many years dares to ask me to surrender!"

Xiang Yu was extremely disdainful. After he finished speaking, he once again attacked the heroic spirit of the Saint of Literature.

"I don't know how to praise!"

The spirit of the sage Wen was angry and spoke continuously.

"Thunder."

"Thunder rolling!"

"Swords and knives are added to the body."

"Sickly!"

……

As the spirit of the sage spoke continuously, all kinds of inexplicable forces acted on Xiang Yu.

Make him look pale and breathe rapidly.

Above the sky, thunder appeared, emitting a breath of destruction and descending to strike.

"Roar!"

Xiang Yu roared angrily.

For the first time, he felt difficult and powerless.

It’s not because the enemy is too powerful, but because the enemy’s methods are incredible and have never been encountered before.

"Boom!"

As Xiang Yu roared, a blood-red beam of light burst out from his body and shot straight into the sky.

Lei Ting was defeated by the blood-red light column, and all the negative states on his body disappeared.

Xiang Yu was like an angry tiger, exuding murderous intent, and in an instant he was close to Wensheng.

The God-Slaying Spear was like a divine whip, lashing the spirit of the Saint of Literature.

With a loud bang, the heroic spirit of Wen Sheng was smashed hundreds of feet away, looking extremely embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)