After Breaking Up with My Girlfriend, I Became a Demon Saint

"Gu is the son of heaven, the destiny belongs to him, the destiny is clocked, he has the right to decide the life and death of thousands of people, you wait for the night, talk about the majesty of the heavenly family, you should die!"

What Zhao Wenhe said earlier was smooth, but when it comes to the majesty of the Tianjia, an unimaginably thick inner breath rises from Zhao Wenhe's dantian Qi sea, moves blood thousands of miles into his mouth, and then gushes out.

This is no longer a lion's roar, but a ten-mile thunder sound. The entire top of Dawu Mountain is covered by roars from all directions, one wave after another. .

Heaven is mighty.

Back then, Zhao Wenhe used this ten-mile thunder to scare ten thousand rebels to their knees, and they were defeated. He also made the people of a county kneel and kowtow, thinking that the heavens manifested their holiness and the true god came to the world.

But this scene can scare the civilians, but not Li Bai.

Li Bai interrupted.

"The king of the subjugated country talks about the number of days."

Then countless Taibai sword qi appeared from Li Bai's side. Li Bai waved his hand out, and the sword qi rushed down like a tide, colliding with Zhao Wenhe's protective aura one after another.

The roar of explosions continued, and Zhao Wenhe was as motionless as a mountain, and even after blocking the Taibai Sword Qi for a few seconds, the empress, who had reached the level of martial arts cultivation, spoke mockingly.

"Ridiculous!"

The empress clenched her fists, and punched with great poise and courage.

With this punch, the music of "Small Knife Club", which is full of heaven and earth, is almost twisted, and the light of the storm gathers. The previous heaven and earth collapsed, and everything turned towards the vision of this fist.

At the end of martial arts, the gods of the land, with one punch, the world follows.

Li Bai's face was solemn, but the next moment, a strong man with five big and three thick, whose muscles were about to tear his Confucian uniform, ran out of the darkness.

"Layman, let me help you."

The Confucian scholar held a two-meter-long bright silver gun, and pointed his toe in front of Li Bai. Then he raised the gun, and the red tassels on the gun head spread out in front of the empress, like a ball of dancing flames, and a cold glow loomed in the flames. Then he shot like a dragon.

"Oh!"

The head of the Rulong spear collided with Zhao Wenhe's fist, directly causing the surrounding hills to burst, and the rolling rocks completely destroyed the Dawu Palace in the Heavenly Emperor Dojo.

When the mountain crumbled, another Confucian scholar wearing a Confucian uniform and holding a pair of big drums and golden hammers rushed out.

The Confucian scholar shouted.

"The tyrant shall be punished!"

Immediately stepping on the void, ignoring the broken top of Dawu Mountain, he rushed in front of Zhao Wenhe carelessly, and the drum beating urn golden hammer bigger than the National People's Congress smashed in front of Zhao Wenhe without hesitation.

"Oh!"

The thick and incomparable innate qi in front of Zhao Wenhe was turbulent, and huge ripples spread out, so strong that Zhao Wenhe couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Zhao Wenhe said proudly.

"Who is coming!"

The strong Confucian scholar with a gun shouted.

"Jiaxuan Spearmaster, Xin You'an!"

shouted the fierce man holding a drum beating urn and a golden hammer.

"A certain Wang Yangming."

"Add another one to me!"

In the darkness, a fierce man with a horse-cutting sword ran out again. This strong man was five big and three thick, with majestic features but not ferocious.

"Saying the family in Yu Tingyi."

Zhao Wenhe smiled.

"You are all famous in history, people who are loyal to the emperor and patriotic, why bother..."

Wang Yangming, Li Bai, Yu Qian, and Xin Qiji shouted together.

"The bitch is going to die!!!"

Zhao Wenhe shrank his pupils and said angrily.

"Okay, Gu will let you wait for these bullies to die without a whole body today!"

Zhao Wenhe let go of his whole body, and stood together with Yu Qian and Wang Yangming, who were holding a saber, beating a drum and a golden hammer.

In ancient times, it seemed that the literati were weak and the military officers were strong. In fact, among the literati, there were many tough-tempered people, such as Xin Qiji. This man heard that Geng Jing, the leader of the rebel army and Xin Qiji's former boss, was killed by the traitor Zhang Anguo. Not to mention, more than 50 people were ordered to attack the enemy camp with tens of thousands of people, defeated the opponents, captured the traitors, brought them back to Jiankang, and handed them over to the Southern Song Dynasty court for execution.

His temper is violent, and he is unique in the world.

Wang Yangming also personally led the elite to station troops in Shanghang during the banditry on Damaoshan, pretended to retreat, and attacked unexpectedly, destroying more than [-] villages in a row.

But all this is only for ordinary people.

Zhao Wenhe is a true land god, a righteous god of the eight tribes, who has been nurtured by the luck of a generation of dynasties.

Even Zhao Kuangyin, who established his country with martial arts back then, was no more than Zhao Wenhe's punch in martial arts.

Zhao Wenhe's stellar energy pierced through the heaven and earth, separating Penglai Island from the sky and earth like a giant pillar of support.

Under this magnificent atmosphere, Li Bai, Wang Yangming, Yu Qian, and Xin Qiji are just small black spots.

A hill in the distance.

Wen Quxing looked at Zhao Wenhe's direction full of sorrow, but within a minute, Wang Yangming fell with his golden hammer for beating the drum and urn, and fell to the ground and turned into ashes, followed by Yu Qian and Li Bai, who were all torn into pieces by Zhao Wenhe's fist. powder.

Wen Quxing pressed his chest and asked in his heart.

"Can you do it?"

Zhou Yan's voice came quickly.

"Yes, Alona said that she has a good relationship with you, and has accumulated strength for so long, Mr. Ye, you can do as much as you want."

Wen Quxing heaved a sigh of relief. The old man took out a book from his arms and carefully stroked the surface of the book with his fingers.

Wen Quxing is in charge of the Qianqiu culture of the Eastern Xia United States, and it is possible to draw a capable literati from history by relying on the connection of the culture. He was seriously injured, so the number of literati that could be summoned was limited.

Otherwise, Wen Quxing would have summoned a dozen or twenty literati to push Zhao Wenhe away.

But now it's different with the mirage dragon.

Now that he has made up his mind to fight Zhao Wenhe, Wen Quxing has also discussed with Zhou Yan how to fight and how to cooperate to achieve the effect that one plus one is greater than two.

The result of the discussion is very simple, that is, Wenquxing summons literati, and Milong uses her magical power of condensing the void to transform the solid to strengthen the summoned literati, and even summons Wenquxing's past heyday by relying on the magical power of condensing the void to transform reality. A literati who cannot be summoned by various magic tools.

"boom!"

A halo swept across the sky, and the last literati summoned by Wen Quxing had the most violent temper. Xin Qiji, who would shout "kill the thief" three times when he died, was also executed by Zhao Wenhe.

Zhao Wenhe came here on foot, but within two breaths he was [-] meters in front of Wen Quxing.

"Aiqing, I will remember you alone."

Zhao Wenhe punched Wenquxing, but halfway through the fist, a beautiful young man with fluttering sleeves, a feather fan and a scarf, and a jade-like face came out behind Zhao Wenhe. The beautiful young man smiled.

"You can recognize this formation!"

In an instant, countless Kongming lanterns floated up from Zhao Wenhe's side. Under the cover of the light, the sky is not the sky, the earth is not the earth, and the universe is easy to turn.

Zhao Wenhe said disdainfully.

"Zhuge Kongming!"

"An dare to stop me!"

Zhao Wenhe's Wutao Gang Qi exploded again, pushing Zhuge Liang's Kongming Lantern away.

This Zhuge Liang's Houtian gossip formation can stop thousands of troops, but Zhao Wenhe is stronger than thousands of horses. Facing this strange formation, he adopts a majestic and flat push, not a small and sneaky way.This is also Zhao Wenhe's favorite way of fighting. As a ruler, as an emperor, he should be upright and upright, and let all directions be convinced.

Wen Quxing's side.

Zhuge Liang, who was shaking his feather fan lightly, shook his head and said.

"My lord, this faint king is tyrannical, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back five breaths."

Wen Quxing sighed.

"It's okay, I'm ready."

Since Wen Quxing awakened his bloodline at the age of 13, he has been able to travel in the cultural context and history of the Eastern Xia United States, and he can also condense the literary spirit to summon all famous literati in history.

These literati are strong and weak, and the amount of literary spirit that needs to be paid is also different.

For a long time, Wen Quxing also set a standard of combat power for the literati of the past dynasties based on the standard of literary spirit.

Among them, the weakest ones are those who are unknown in history. These literati and literary stars can be summoned without any effort, followed by those who are famous in history.

Those with low popularity are not strong enough to be summoned, while those with sufficient popularity, such as Li Bai and Wang Yangming, these literati not only have strong abilities, but can also carry the beliefs of mortals, leading to the convergence of their beliefs, becoming a golden body of incense, and possessing the power of demigods.

With the ability of Wenquxing at its peak, it is possible to summon nearly a hundred demigod literati with incense and golden bodies.

But it was also at that time, Wen Quxing searched the context, and suddenly found a monster that even if he poured all the energy into it, he could not fill one-tenth of the summoning needs.

Wen Quxing is still thinking about this, waiting for his awakening degree to be high in the future, to more than 90%, or even 100%, maybe he can summon this monster out to see.

As a result, during the battle of the Kunlun Immortal Palace, Wu Quxing fell and Wenquxing was seriously injured. Even with the auspicious light of the Nine-Colored Deer covering his body, there was no sign of improvement.

For this reason, Wen Quxing often thought that he might not be able to summon that monster in his life.

Until Zhou Yan pulled out Kaslan's big-eyed mirage dragon Alona.

This mirage dragon is a dragon king with a 95% awakening degree, and its innate supernatural power is to condense the void and transform it into reality.

Wen Quxing used her literary energy as a guide, and then asked Alona to inject her dream fog supernatural powers into the monster.

The monster began to recover at an unimaginable speed.

"Crash..."

The Kongming Lantern was pushed away by Zhao Wenhe who possessed peerless aura. Zhao Wenhe walked up to Wen Quxing and said condescendingly.

"Aiqing, on the verge of death, I ask you alone, why do you turn against me?"

Zhao Wenhe liked Wenquxing quite a lot, so she didn't understand why Wenquxing followed her, even if she was not capable enough, she would still be a celebrity in the imperial court in the future.

Couldn't this old guy suddenly turn against him after being bewitched by Zhou Yan?

A smart person like Wen Quxing, even if he doesn't want to follow the dragon, just stay away from him, why must he rebel in person.

Don't you know that the water in this world is too cold, the scalp itches, and dying in vain is useless?

I don't know that maneuvering will only harm my wealth and life.