Chapter 73: Shackles of Restraint, the Path of Martial Arts is Cut Off

The spirit of the literary saint appeared again.

Su Jiutian and his generals all had slightly changed expressions.

Even Xiang Yu was the same.

At this point, he had calmed down. Because he had overdrawn his potential, he was temporarily unable to exert his full strength.

It is impossible to resist the heroic spirit of the Saint of Literature.

Kong Deshang and all the people of the Kong family and Emperor Wenzong were all excited to see the spirit of the Sage Wen appear again.

"Ancestors, please ask the heroic spirits of our ancestors to take action and kill the rebels!"

Kong Deshang prostrated himself on the ground and shouted loudly.

But strangely, the heroic spirit of the sage ignored him and instead set his eyes on Xiang Yu.

"The reason why I can appear here is thanks to you, my friend, for killing the evil thoughts." Wen Shengying Ling said shockingly.

Xiang Yu frowned slightly but did not speak.

Su Jiutian said in a deep voice: "You are not the same person as before?"

"Yes and no." Wensheng Yingling said.

"Is Wensheng still alive?" Su Jiutian continued to ask.

Wen Sheng Ying Ling shook his head and said, "Of course he died a long time ago."

"Strictly speaking, I am not the spirit of a literary saint, but the power of faith and reverence generated by the scholars of the world who read the works of the literary saint."

"At the beginning, it was this old man who was born, but gradually, as scholars all over the world regarded studying and the imperial examination as a ladder to become superior people, as scholars all over the world wanted to not only spread knowledge and educate the people, the power of faith became no longer pure, so this old man was polluted and became full of ambition."

“Of course, the statue of the Saint of Literature is the place of birth and the place of imprisonment.”

Wen Sheng Ying Ling said: "If nothing unexpected happens, I will not be able to leave the statue and descend into reality."

"Unfortunately, as time goes by, scholars all over the world become more and more hypocritical and treacherous, which makes my power expand rapidly and can influence the head of the Kong family."

Kong Deshang finally understood after hearing this, the reason why the patriarch was able to summon the spirit of the literary saint was not because he had this ability from the beginning, but because he was influenced by the spirit of the literary saint in the middle.

Wensheng Yingling continued, "But even so, it is basically impossible for me to descend into reality, because no one dares to do anything to the Kong family or Wensheng City."

“But today, you led a large army and made the Kong family unable to resist, which finally gave me a chance.”

"I see."

Su Jiutian nodded slightly, and then said: "Do you still want to protect the Kong family now?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the people of the Kong family's Wen Zong suddenly became nervous.

The heroic spirit of the Saint of Literature is their last hope.

Unfortunately, the words of the literary saint made them completely despair.

"My friend is right. The Kong family and the Wen Zong have been submitting to the Wen Sheng for the so-called inheritance of the Wen Sheng. This is simply an insult to the Wen Sheng." Wen Sheng Yingling said, "The Kong family and the Wen Zong are rotten to the core. I will not protect them. What's more, even if I want to protect them, I can't do it. What my friend saw was just the final gathering of power."

"Then why did the senior show up?" Su Jiutian asked puzzledly.

"Scholars should take it as their responsibility to educate the people and the world." Wen Sheng Ying Ling said: "Today's scholars have taken the wrong path."

"I will use my last bit of strength to put a yoke on all the scholars in the world."

As soon as he finished speaking, the carving knife flew into his hands.

The next moment, the carving knife turned into powder, and the power contained in it was absorbed by the heroic spirit of the Saint of Literature.

"In the name of the Sage of Literature, I forbid all scholars in the world to practice martial arts!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the heroic spirit of the Sage of Literature turned into a stream of light and sank into the sky, as if it had merged with the heaven and earth.

"In the name of the Sage of Literature, I forbid all scholars in the world to practice martial arts!"

"In the name of the Sage of Literature, I forbid all scholars in the world to practice martial arts!"

"In the name of the Sage of Literature, I forbid all scholars in the world to practice martial arts!"

……

The words of the saintly hero swept the entire world in an instant.

Afterwards, many scholars discovered that they could no longer sense the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

The strength in the body also dissipated bit by bit.

A word from the wise and heroic spirit of the sage made it impossible for scholars all over the world to practice martial arts.

Of course, if it is just a simple reading and writing, it is not included.

on the square.

Kong Deshang, the Kong family and the people of Emperor Wenzong were completely desperate and looked dejected.

The sage spirits of literature not only did not help the Kong family and Emperor Wenzong, but instead imposed such restrictions. From then on, scholars could only be weak and powerless scholars.

Instead of Half-Saint, Martial Saint, Half-Emperor, Martial Emperor.

"All the soldiers, the people of the Kong family and Emperor Wenzong, leave no one alive, kill them all without mercy!"

Su Jiutian spoke coldly.

"General Su, scholars can no longer practice martial arts from now on. Please spare the Kong family and Emperor Wenzong."

Kong Deshang's expression changed, and he hurriedly shouted: "The Kong family is willing to submit a letter of surrender and write a letter to fight against the enemy."

coming.

coming.

finally come.

Kong Deshang finally announced that the Kong family was willing to offer a surrender.

"If your Kong family had even a little bit of backbone, there would not be the disaster of genocide today."

Su Jiutian said coldly: "Kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

A group of generals took orders, transformed themselves into killing gods, and rushed towards the desperate people of Kong family and Wenzong.

One by one, the members of the Kong family and Emperor Wenzong fell in a pool of blood.

"Kill, fight the rebels!"

"You damned traitor, how dare you massacre the bloodline of the Sage of Literature? I will fight you to the death!"

"Fellow villagers, fight the rebels and protect the Kong family!"

……

The people on all sides of the square went crazy when they saw the people of Kong family and Emperor Wenzong lying in a pool of blood.

"My lord, these people are crazy and don't care about their own safety at all." Qi Jiguang said in a deep voice.

"Since they are seeking death, let's grant their wish!"

Su Jiutian spoke coldly.

Qi Jiguang was stunned for a moment, then clasped his fists and accepted the order.

As the order was given, the frantic people of Wensheng City fell in a pool of blood.

"My Lord, the Emperor Wu has arrived."

At this moment, Xiang Yu looked towards the north and spoke in a deep voice.

The next moment, a bald monk appeared in everyone's sight.

It was the monk Kongjian from Futu Temple.

At this time, Monk Kongjian also noticed Xiang Yu. His expression changed and he suddenly stopped, changed direction, and fled as fast as he could.

"Xiang Yu, kill him!"

Su Jiutian spoke coldly, since the Emperor Wu of Futu Temple had come, he didn’t have to leave.

"kill!"

Xiang Yu raised the God-Slaying Spear, turned into a stream of light, and chased after him.

Soon, terrifying waves came from the north.

But after just a moment, the fluctuations stopped, and then Su Jiutian saw Xiang Yu flying in the air.

"My lord, that bald donkey has been beheaded by me." Xiang Yu said with a fist clasped.

Su Jiutian nodded slightly and looked at the statue of the Saint of Literature.

"Traitor, damn traitor!"

"I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"

"Ahhh, fuck your ancestors for eighteen generations! How dare you kill the descendant of the Sage of Literature!"

……

Angry curses came from all directions, but Su Jiutian turned a deaf ear to them.

As time passed, the Kong family and Emperor Wenzong's people were soon slaughtered.

Millions of people in Wensheng City were also massacred by Su Jiutian's army of more than one million.

At the moment the massacre ended, the system's prompt sounded in Su Jiutian's mind.

(End of this chapter)