Song Mu's bloodshot eyes were widened at this moment.
The strong wind blew Song Mu's messy and falling hair, and at that moment Ke Jijin trembled for no reason.
"you……"
Ke Jijin was about to speak, but Song Mu suddenly stretched out his hand and hit him hard on the face.
Song Mu, who has a long body and long legs, looks extremely weak while doing this action.
That light slap went down without even making any sound. Their ears were filled with the whistling sounds of the surrounding mountains and forests.
"Bah! What kind of treasure are you carrying on your body? Tell me!"
Ke Jijin suddenly came to his senses, and shouted loudly with an even more ferocious expression, but what greeted him was only a twisted smile from Song Mu.
Then Song Mu raised his hands and violently grabbed the fingers of Ke Jijin who was strangling his neck.
The temperature of the mountain forest seemed to have dropped again. Song Mu exhaled a long breath of white steam at this moment, with a look of incomparable determination on his face.
When Ke Jijin saw Song Mu struggling to his death, he didn't say anything nonsense at this moment. He mobilized the demonic energy around his body, and the black demonic energy slowly condensed into several palms, and then hit Song Mu hard on the chest.
"Since you want to die like this, I will grant it to you!"
A palm hit Song Mu hard on the chest, and the dull sound of the blow was accompanied by the sound of broken bones.
At this moment, Song Mu let out a roar!
"ah!!!"
The sound of the wind carried the literary spirit, and turned it into a literary force that condensed on Song Mu's hands. At that moment, Song Mu actually moved Ke Jijin's fingers!
The surrounding mountains and forests seemed to be giving birth to an extremely powerful force at this moment, and it suddenly attacked. Ke Jijin had an extremely frightened look on his face at this moment, and he even roared at the moment.
"Rat! What on earth do you have on you?"
"Who the hell are you?!"
But what responded to him was Song Mu's endless roar and the endless howling wind around him.
At that moment, Song Mu suddenly felt his neck loosen, and at the same time, his body seemed to be supported by an invisible force.
Rise in the wind.
The strong wind between heaven and earth seemed to be slowly lifting his body.
Just like a light feather, it is heading into the distance.
…
Song Mu's mouth was filled with blood and he closed his eyes. Looking at the shining words on the ancient book, his heart was filled with gratitude.
In this critical moment, it was the ancient books that saved me, using the golden light condensed by all the poems.
At this moment, Song Mu was swept away by the strong wind and disappeared. In the darkness, Song Mu was gently sent to the ground.
At that moment, the strong wind dissipated, and the golden light on the ancient book also completely disappeared.
Song Mu was brought back to the cruel reality by the severe pain. He was vomiting blood at this moment, but he insisted on raising his head and looking around.
Not far away, in the misty darkness, is what looks like a village.
Song Mu stood up with difficulty. Pain was almost always felt in his body. Song Mu clutched his chest and staggered forward.
Hobbling on his feet, Song Mu seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and finally reached the village.
Song Mu endured the pain in his throat and tried to call for help, but soon realized that this was already a deserted village.
There are no ordinary people in Guangzhou Prefecture at this moment.
Already, the sky is not responding, and the earth is not working.
Song Mu had no strength left, so he could only crawl into the village and lie down under a wall. On one side was a mud house that had collapsed due to heavy rain, revealing a tattered bed.
Song Mu was eager to lie down and sleep quietly.
Waves of biting coldness were felt on his wet body. Song Mu felt that his consciousness was almost in a trance, and various sounds seemed to be coming from his ears.
His limbs seemed to have lost all strength. Song Mu was breathing hard, spending every minute and second in pain.
In these two lifetimes, Song Mu felt that he had never been in such a difficult situation.
But suddenly, Song Mu suddenly felt a more severe pain coming from his chest. At the same time, the energy in his body seemed to have begun to boil.
Hot and cold feelings appeared on Song Mu's body at the same time.
Under the collision of hot and cold, Song Mu already felt like he was going to be torn in half.
Wen Li's boiling energy and the strong and murderous feeling kept coming up at this moment. Song Mu gritted his teeth, but he understood what was going on in his heart.
The magic pill that Ke Jijin gave himself caused an attack in advance.
But Song Mu had no strength and could not even resist at this moment.
I thought things were bright and clear, but it turned out that things were getting worse.
"Junior, you can't run away!"
"I know you're here!"
At the same time, Koji Jin's roaring voice came from the sky again. Song Mu heard it in a hazy state, but could not do anything.
Bursts of strong winds swept past, followed by bursts of violent earthquakes and mountain shaking, which aroused Song Mu again.
The medicinal power in his body seemed to be still boiling, but Song Mu felt that his consciousness had returned briefly, and he quickly moved to a deeper corner with difficulty.
Song Mu gasped for air, and blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth. Ke Jijin in the sky was still shouting, and attacks were hitting the ground one after another.
Song Mu saw a stick in front of him.
With his eyes widened and his mouth wide open, Song Mu reached for the stick, dragged it to the front with difficulty, and then held it tightly in his hand.
With an almost blurred look in his eyes, Song Mu slowly began to write on the ground.
"Lying in a lonely village, I don't feel sorry for myself..."
"I still want to defend Luntai for the country..."
At this moment, it seemed like it was raining again.
Song Mu stared blankly at the land in front of him and wrote down with his last will.
"Lying late at night listening to the wind and rain..."
"So you are here."
Suddenly a figure fell down and stood in the courtyard, and the terrifying sound sounded in Song Mu's ears again.
"You think you can run away?"
"How powerful is the magic pill? Does it make you miserable?"
Ke Jijin's faint voice sounded slowly. Song Mu was unable to raise his head at this moment, but his fingers were still moving.
Ke Jijin took a step forward, looked at the dying Song Mu, and smiled coldly.
"What? Only now did you remember to leave your last words?"
"I gave you a way, but you didn't choose it yourself!"
Ke Jijin yelled angrily, his hands already filled with demonic energy.
"Old man... Shaozhou Fucheng, do you know who broke your Hundred Flowers Killing?"
Song Muqiang said with strength, but his eyes were fixed on the wooden stick in his hand, trying his best to speed up.
"It was me who composed three chrysanthemum poems in a row that broke your strange world."
"Um?!"
Ke Jijin was suddenly startled, and looked at Song Mu again with gloomy eyes. Song Mu moved his finger again, but now he raised his head. The weak face looked at him with a smile.
"I don't want to leave, and of course I don't want you to live."
After Song Mu said this, Ke Jijin immediately looked stern, and with one finger, he was about to wave.
But suddenly, Ke Jijin snorted suddenly, and then suddenly stooped with a painful expression on his face.
"It's poison!"
Ke Jijin exclaimed, but at this moment he wiped the corner of his mouth suddenly, leaving some white powder on his hand, and suddenly looked at Song Mu.
"When did you..."
Ke Jijin asked like this, but he remembered the two slaps given to Song Mu who was struggling to his death just now.
Those two weak slaps were actually covered with the poison powder she gave him.
The toxicity has already set in, and the antidote is no longer effective at this moment.
Everything was clear at this moment, but there was a burst of laughter in the audience.
This laughter does not come from Ke Jijin, but from Song Mu.
"Hehehe, cough cough."
"It's your own fault. You're seriously injured. Who's to say I can't kill you?!"
Ke Jijin roared, and immediately endured the discomfort in his body and tried to get rid of Song Mu.
"Death to the rat!"
But at that moment, he saw Song Mu roaring angrily and writing crazily on the ground with a branch.
"Exorcism"!
The title of the poem suddenly came into being!
A strong wind suddenly rises from heaven and earth! It brings bursts of thunder! It rains heavily!
Vast literary energy surged in front of Song Mu, and the words on the ground began to slowly emerge.
"Lying in a lonely village, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still think about guarding the Luntai for the country."
"I lie down late at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dreams!"
Lu You's great poem was written in an instant, and the gushing literary spirit swept all directions!
"You actually...original poetry!"
Amidst the surge of literary energy, Ke Jijin's exclamation came again. At this moment, Song Mu tore off the tourmaline stained with blood from his neck.
The blood soaked two pieces of tourmaline, and at that moment there seemed to be light flashing, and Wen Li had a new place to go.
In an instant, the heaven and earth changed, and the iron horse glaciated.