Fang Zhou's mind was pulled into Chuanwu Bookstore.

The entire Chuanwu Bookstore became quiet, no longer trembling, and no longer reminded Fang Fang.

He walked slowly, walked to the Eight Immortals table, and sat down on the ark.

A soul candle burned quietly, and a straight smoke rushed into the sky, then twisted and dissipated, completely eliminating.

Ark chose to move souls and land at a loss, which was a decision after careful consideration.

First of all, Chuanwu Bookstore is trembling and reminding that this is one of them.

Secondly, Fang Ark is also very concerned about the war in Qingzhou. Another point is that Lu Mangran is just a scholar and his mental strength is not strong. If he uses a designated special soul-moving and spiritual intercourse, the risk is the lowest.

Of course, the most important thing is that Fang Ark felt...he wanted to see what the war in Qingzhou was like.

Overall, Fang Ark finally chose to interact with the soul.

[The soul-moving and divine intercourse begins, and the body will be entrusted most securely by the bookstore's order "Wandering Poet"]

ark:"……"

Hosted?

In fact, Ark should have expected this trusteeship.

After all, the ark is still in the stele hut at this moment. We should have been preparing to analyze the martial stele, but the sudden soul-moving and divine communication is very problematic.

Therefore, custody is inevitable.

Fang Ark was a little confused, and with the slut attributes of a wandering poet, he didn't know what would happen.

The only thing that is thankful is that the Monument where the Ark is located is relatively high at this moment and cannot be reached by ordinary people.

The only thing that can be touched is Cao Tiangang.

Although, Lao Cao seems to lose the coldness that he should have as an iceberg from time to time.

However, overall, Lao Cao is still a cold-hearted person who rarely talks about it.

That's why the ark is more relaxed.

I didn't care about the hosting anymore.

Ark sat upright on the Eight Immortals table.

My mind began to rise and rush into the sky, as if it was crossing mountains, rivers and earth in an instant, tearing the sky apart again, and descending to the earth!

...

...

At night, it was so dark that I couldn't see my five fingers.

It was so cramped that it made people breathless. Endless darkness enveloped the earth, the breath of death and blood were scattered everywhere, filling the nose.

When Fang Ark opened his eyes, he was already on Lu Mangran's body.

Fang Zhou did not choose to control Lu Mangran's body immediately, but chose to lurk in his body and secretly spy on it.

Nowadays, the soul-moving gods have intercourse more and more, and Fang Ark is becoming more and more experienced.

Moreover, Lu Mangran was in the battle situation in Qingzhou, and Fang Ark was not very clear about what consequences would arise if he moved his soul and occupied his body.

If Lu Mangran is fighting with people, then he will occupy his body and cannot adapt to the rhythm of the battle at once, wouldn’t it kill Lu Mangran?

Therefore, Fang Ark chose to hide in Lu Mengran's body.

From Lu Mengran's perspective, he watched the Qingcheng battlefield.

Then...

The ark was silent.

Tragic!

Very tragic!

There are countless people who died above and below the city tower.

Under the city tower, the army of the ghost clan was vast and surging ghost energy, like a huge wave that was about to overturn this small city.

Terror, depression, despair, anger...

Various emotions permeate the battlefield.

Fang Zhou also felt Lu Mangran's sad and angry mood and a deep sense of powerlessness.

Lu Mangran held a sword in his hand and kept slashing, cutting away the ghost monks who were sieging the city, causing them to fail to siege the city.

The soldiers guarding the city were red eyes, roaring, and constantly waving their weapons.

The ark looked down and could see it outside the city wall.

The human race's Qi-refining powerhouse was fighting with the ghost race's strongest people, covered in blood, and shouted until their voices were hoarse.

The war in Qingcheng... was even more tragic than he had imagined!

From Lu's confused perspective, Fang Zhou saw many human soldiers fighting hard to protect the pure land behind him.

They defend and protect their home!

I don’t want the ghost tribe to set foot in the Pure Land in their minds.

Some soldiers died, but they were just young men in their 17 or 18 years old.

Some are in their twenties and thirties, shouldering the pillar of hope for a family.

Some are old soldiers in their fifties and sixties who were born here all their lives and were old here.

They were red-eyed and were unwilling to give up their hometown easily!

Even if the human emperor who was in the temple wanted to sell their hometown, they would not agree!

"kill!!!"

Lu Mangran's voice became hoarse.

He hated his powerlessness, and he regretted it. If he had integrated more blood and martial arts, he would not have been so powerless at this moment.

He suddenly understood why the great dynasty Cao Man wanted to practice bloodline martial arts.

How many people can truly enter the martial arts of Qi Refining?

Not everyone has talent.

However, bloodline martial arts gives some lower-level people the qualifications and ability to hold swords, and the ability to let them defend their hometown and protect their homeland!

Just like this, if Lu Mangran had fused more essence and blood, even if he exploded his blood sac, it would have the possibility of causing the enemy to suffer.

Although Lu Mangran is a Qi Refining Martial Artist, it is just because of the Qi Refining Techniques accumulated over the years.

The combat power is not as good as that of a bloodline warrior.

After all, he is busy with official duties on weekdays, so how can he have so much time to practice and fight?

He even had only one level of cultivation and had never even learned martial arts.

Standing on the city tower, at most, you can hold the sword and not let the sword fall.

"The scholar is useless..."

"Who can give me the cultivation level of Tongtian!"

Lu Mangran was at this moment, and he was filled with mixed feelings.

When Lu Mengran cut off a ghost clan with a sword, he was panting, and the white clothes were also a little embarrassed, with some blood, which was the blood that cracked the tiger's mouth.

His hand is a hand that holds a pen, and it is difficult to hold a sword.

"I can hear your voice."

Suddenly, a faint and ethereal voice resounded in Lu Mengran's ears.

What sound?

Lu was stunned, thinking it was an illusion, and then he felt that he had lost control of his body.

Lu Mangran was shocked!

However, he saw himself carrying a sword with his own eyes. The sword swept out lightly and penetrated the two ghost monks who had climbed up to the city tower and wielded the ghost spear.

That sword technique is extremely solid.

The storm of sword intent makes people chill!

This is definitely not a sword technique he can play!

On the other side.

When a soldier guarding the city saw Lu Mangran suddenly showing his power and killing several ghost cultivators in succession, he was ecstatic and exclaimed loudly.

"Mr. Lu is amazing!"

Mr. Lu is indeed powerful, and this sword technique... ordinary martial artists can't use it at all!
To be continued...