The predecessor of the Superior Sishen Mohen Academy was the Imperial Academy, a holy place for scholars in the Eastern Region's Immortal Cultivation Dynasty.
For some reasons, after the disintegration of that huge dynasty, various departments within it evolved into the now famous Immortal Cultivating Force.
At that time, the main body of the Imperial College was reorganized into Mohen Academy.
This group of fierce "scholars" have made a name for themselves in the world with just one pen, and have always been famous in the world of immortality in the Eastern Region.
They usually focus on "study" and don't care about worldly affairs, but these days it is already a very good virtue to have strong strength and not actively harm others. Therefore, their reputation in the world of immortality has always been pretty good.
It's just that Jiang Li didn't expect that the benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom and trustworthiness of these "scholars" turned out to be just words.
If you see a beautiful female ghost, you will snatch it away. Why don't you bully men and women every day when you are outside?
You know, Jiang Li had been preparing early in the morning for the arrival of the envoy from the Si Temple.
In order to prevent the treasure from moving people's hearts, he had already moved the Jiuyoumu branches that originally grew in the center of the city to the underground space.
What they are afraid of is that they are greedy.
Although people in the world of immortality today probably don’t know what the ten innate spiritual roots of heaven and earth are.
But this does not prevent them from feeling the power of the Jiuyou branch.
Every spiritual fruit on it is no less than the Mujia longevity peach, and many are even better than the flat peach spiritual fruit.
Even if he is as powerful as a superior god, he will definitely not mind bringing back a spiritual tree that can greatly enhance the sect's heritage.
And this Fengdu City is just a gathering place for some ghosts.
Jiang Li put himself in his shoes and believed that if they saw such a treasure, they would most likely snatch it away without hesitation.
So although it would be a little inconvenient, in order to prevent conflicts, he still hid everything that they might find interesting.
I just prepared a few cups of tea and asked Qin Shuman to come forward to receive them.
He thought he had been cautious, but he did not expect that the greed of these scholars caught him off guard.
For some reason, an old man who was thousands of years old didn't even let go of a female ghost.
Seeing the disdainful look in Jiang Li's mask, the old man was also angry.
"Boy, stop talking nonsense!"
"Are you the lord of Fengdu City?"
When the other monks in green shirts saw Jiang Li resisting, they all took out their brushes and drew in the air and wanted to take action. The old Confucian scholar who jumped off the bamboo slips raised his hand to stop them.
"It turns out that the people who rule this ghost city are humans, not ghosts. No wonder humans and ghosts can coexist in this Fengdu city."
"But young man, this place of filth and evil is of no use to you and should have been completely wiped out."
"Hand over the female ghost and tell me where you found her."
"If you do a good job, I may be able to be lenient with this ghost town and make an exception to allow you to join the Si Shen Temple."
His words were full of coercion and inducement.
This old man himself is an Earth Immortal in terms of strength, and behind him stands the powerful Mohen Academy. Such a threat is very effective. As long as he is willing, he can indeed do what he says.
But Jiang Li is also the second lord of Fengdu City, and he is not the third generation. How could he possibly betray one of his own people with just one sentence?
Asking the female ghost Qin Shuman to stay away, he has secretly mobilized the power of Fengdu City and is ready to fight against the opponent at any time.
Although this Fengdu city is far from regaining its former strength, it is still equivalent to a large area that can suppress all enemies within.
Its effect is still several times that of the Yin Burial Coffin, so it has considerable restrictions on the earthly immortals.
With the help of this city, he may not be able to fight against the earthly immortal of Mohen Academy.
"Hmph! What a bullshit city lord, how dare you be so presumptuous when Grand Bachelor Meng Gu gave you a chance!"
"Since you don't know how to flatter me, then I'll destroy this ghost city first, and then catch the female ghost!"
Realizing that Jiang Li had begun to mobilize the power of the ghost city, the other eleven monks on the bamboo mat began to write again.
Destroy! Kill! Destroy! Die! Massacre!...
Murderous ink characters appeared in the air one by one.
But just when Jiang Li mobilized the power of Fengdu City to touch them, he noticed something strange.
Jiang Li glanced at the ten Confucian scholars who had been silent until now with a strange look.
"Your Excellency said that my wine is harboring filth and evil. It seems that only the state officials are allowed to set fires, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps."
"The dignified Mohen Academy is the same as Fengdu City!"
Jiang Li's words were sarcastic, his hands kept moving, and he pointed with his right index finger.
Black nails were placed on the words "suppression" on the two ghost kings.
The two Mo Zi who were struggling to suppress the Ghost King immediately collapsed.
Only then did the two ghost kings regain their freedom, and each gathered their own special ghost curses, preparing to teach those annoying Confucian scholars an unforgettable lesson.
They are majestic ghost kings. They were restrained by two ink characters just now and couldn't escape for a long time. They were simply thrown into grandma's house in disgrace.
But this is no wonder for them. The ink spell of Mohen Academy embodies powerful and pure will and belief. It is extremely difficult to break it with ordinary means, and it has a lot of restraint against ghosts.
The reason why it can collapse under Jiang Li's fingers.
What I relied on was the three thousand black mosquitoes with broken wings attached to my nails.
This ancient ferocious beast is indeed powerful. Whether it is will, belief or spiritual energy, it is nothing more than food for black mosquitoes with broken wings.
And this magical power of writing is like the most sophisticated formation. As long as a small part is damaged, the whole will collapse.
If not, Jiang Li would be in big trouble against them.
"Young people are somewhat capable, but this is not the reason for you to slander Mohen Academy!"
The bachelor did not understand what Jiang Li meant, but was angry at his rude words.
Swinging the pen, another two ink words "punishment" flew out, turning into a pointer in the air and hitting Jiang Li.
This kind of literalization method is even more difficult to resist.
puff!
Two streams of blood splashed in the air, and the injured person's body was thrown away, his eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
But the blood was not from Jiang Li, but from the arrogant young scholar who was standing at the front of the bamboo slips, and the great scholar Meng Gu.
The ten Confucian scholars behind them, who were with them, attacked from behind for some unknown reason.
The target of those murderous ink words they had just condensed was not Jiang Li at all, but their companions.
There was even a sudden burst of murderous ink characters, the power of which reached the level of an Earth Immortal, and instantly knocked them away.
Due to his weak strength, the arrogant young scholar only received two ink words, but that also made him fall to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
On the contrary, it was the old bachelor who received the most attention, and a book flew out from his body, blocking most of the damage for him.
He stabilized his body in the air, took a few steps forward, and then carried it down with a pale face.
"You! What are you doing!"
Academician Meng's figure instantly came to the young man's side, stretched out his hand to feel his heart, and found that there was no trace of life left.
The old Confucian's eyes could almost spit out fire as he stared at the ten students of his!
"According to the order of the dean, Academician Meng Gu will be expelled from the academy!"
The ten people were obviously well prepared. They ignored the old Confucian's anger and continued writing in the air calmly.
....
"Is there a fight? Internal fighting among wealthy families, a bloody drama!"
Twelve enemies suddenly started fighting among themselves. Jiang Li was a little surprised, but then he laughed.
They are all his enemies anyway, and these guys beating their brains out have nothing to do with him, Mr. Jiang.
And he also figured it out. It seemed that the great scholar was not aware of the problems faced by the ten Confucian scholars.
When Jiang Li used Fengdu City just now, with the help of the magical power of this ghost city, he vaguely sensed that these ten Confucian scholars were not living people, so he said those words.
I originally thought that this academy used special means to retain the souls of the dead to strengthen themselves, but now it seems that this is not the case.
Mohen Academy was infiltrated from within using covert means.
The purpose of these ten traitors' trip was simply to find an excuse to lead important people to remote locations and attack and kill them!
This is big news, but it’s best not to happen to you.
Jiang Li immediately turned into a transparent person, waved his hand and retreated with Qin Shuman and the ghost kings gathered around him.
When a dog bites a dog, there is absolutely no need for him to get involved. If he is bitten by the way, it will be his fault.
....
Over there, eleven strong men from Mohen Academy have already surrendered.
Unlike ordinary monks who use five elements of magic to attack each other, their battles only have two colors: black and white.
Both parties flicked their pens and splashed ink, and the scene changes seemed to have entered an ink world, beautiful and full of murderous intent.
"Absurd! When I became a bachelor, Zhao Mingde was just a kid studying ink! What qualifications does he have to expel me from the academy!"
"You guys actually killed me and my fellow disciples like this! It's true! It's so treasonous!"
The four big characters flew out, shattering several mountains made of ink and wash, and blew away several Confucian scholars hiding behind.
"No! The handwriting is wrong! You are not my students! Who the hell are you!"
"The mirror hangs high! The true colors are revealed!"
The Grand Bachelor is worthy of being a Grand Bachelor, and he can still remain rational under such circumstances. He found clues from the ink characters written by those ten people.
His big pen waved in the air repeatedly, leaving eight big characters in the air.
The eight ink characters turned into a huge mirror, from which a white light shone and fell on the ten monks.
On the bodies of the ten Confucian scholars, two overlapping figures immediately appeared.
Sure enough, they were not themselves, but were taken over by someone using strange means!
"Fang Taichu! Deng Kaichang! Lang Ziming! Wen Honglang! Xu Xingde!...You guys!...aren't you all dead?"
"What did you do to my students! Why did you take over their bodies!"
Academician Meng Gu found that he actually recognized these ten revealed shadows, and he couldn't hide the look of shock on his face.
Because these ten people turned out to be from their Mohen Academy.
One of them was his proud disciple at that time, and he became a bachelor on the same level as him at a young age.
However, sooner or later, all ten of them should have died in the war with the armored demon!
Why did he suddenly appear here? And he attacked him frantically!
"Master Meng Gu has a good memory. The students and others originally studied under him."
"We thought that the world had forgotten us. When I thought that my husband was still thinking about us, the students were moved to tears!"
"Once a teacher, always a father. Please accept your respects from the students."
They said words of respect for teachers, but their attacks were darker than the last, and every ink word was a fatal move.
"Unkind, unjust, unfaithful and unfilial, I have never taught you such a way to behave!"
Academician Meng Gu looked at the ten people surrounding him with raised eyebrows, but after all, he was outnumbered and was at a disadvantage for a while.
"Students, it is precisely because of your teacher's teachings that you have come here to take him to the real paradise."
The offensive of the ten people temporarily stopped, and dense ink characters appeared in front of them. The ten of them worked together to form a continuous chapter,
They must give their former teacher a hard blow.
At this moment, a force of space struck, the surrounding scenery changed, and in the blink of an eye they were outside the city.
Then a mist blew in, and Nuoda's Fengdu Ghost Town seemed to have grown legs, getting further and further away from them.
Jiang Li didn't want to think that if disputes at the Earth Immortal level continued to break out in his city, his efforts over the past few months would be in vain.
Seizing an opportunity, he kicked these guys out of the city.
In addition, the rules of the underworld illusion are different from those of reality. The space here is not completely fixed. Even a huge city will change its position from time to time.
When there was no ghost gate before, every time I wanted to find this Fengdu ghost town, I needed the guidance of Bianhuahua.
In the past few months, Jiang Li captured more than a dozen large and small earth veins one after another. After stuffing them all into Fengdu City, although they had not yet formed dragon veins.
But by leveraging the power of the earth's veins, he has also built Fengdu City into a city that can move freely within the fantasy realm of the underworld.
So as soon as the demolition households moved out of Fengdu, he immediately drove away in the ghost town.
This is also the reason why he dared to open Fengdu City to the world of immortal cultivation.
If a powerful enemy from the outside world really wanted to harm him, he would just close the gate of hell and move to Fengdu City.
In most places in the Netherland Illusion now, there is no Forgetwort grass. Even if someone wants to plot evil, it is almost impossible to find a city that takes the initiative to avoid it.
Watching the ghost town getting further and further away, it will soon disappear in the thick fog.
"Are we going to destroy them?"
One of the ten people proposed to massacre the city and silence them.
But the leader of them, Earth Immortal Fang Taichu, shook his head.
"After today, the Lord will be reborn and ascend to the throne!"
"It's just a ghost town, not as important as our respected bachelor!"
"Are you right! Teacher!"
Academician Meng Gu used his pen and ink to resist the attacks of ten people.
When I heard what they said, my heart sank.
It seems that the force that brought these ten students back to the world of death has been planning for a long time and has a grand plan!
They are not afraid of being exposed.
In this way, the plan to surround and kill him, a great bachelor, is most likely not an exception.
There are more hidden minions who will attack together on the same day!
I don’t know what kind of bloody waves it will cause in the world of immortal cultivation in the Eastern Region!