Chapter 581 A Bad Premonition, Mr. Han Yan’s Persistence, Self-Destruction!

After Ci Song and others returned to the military camp, they saw that the Daliang army was moving out of camp at this moment. It was obvious that they were about to withdraw. Upon seeing this, Ci Song also understood that the purpose of moving out of camp this time was to make way for more open space so that the literati could have more space. There is a life-and-death battle in space, and the civil war is related to the survival of South Korea. Therefore, South Korea will definitely go all out. In order to avoid being affected by the battle, it must break camp and retreat.

After talking to Han Yan, Yingtian was in an even better mood. He had already begun to think about how to balance Confucianism and Legalism, while Ci Song's face was a little solemn at the moment.

"Brother Ci Song, what's wrong with you? Why have you been so sad since you came out of the capital of South Korea?"

Mo Yao observed Ci Song all the way and noticed something unusual about Ci Song. She gently tapped Ci Song's eyebrows with the character "Chuan" in her mouth, "Stop frowning, it's so ugly."

"I don't know either. I always feel that there will be changes in tomorrow's battle."

Ci Song Shu frowned and replied, This battle is related to the life and death of South Korea. The Korean literati are now sharing the same hatred and pointing all the spearheads at the Daliang literati. The Legalists practiced the methods of Han Sheng, and most of them were very extreme. At that time, In order to deal with Ci Song, he even did not hesitate to use self-destruction tactics.

In tomorrow's battle, Korean literati have a numerical advantage. If they collectively self-destruct, how should the Daliang literati deal with it? "Junior Brother Ci, are you worried about Mr. Han Yan taking action? I heard Mr. Zhang say that those who break through to the semi-saint level must abide by the covenant and are not allowed to take action against literati below the realm of literary giants. Therefore, Mr. Han Yan is afraid of tomorrow's battle. I can only bear witness.”

Yingtian briefly analyzed the situation, but his attitude was very positive, believing that tomorrow's battle was inevitable.

"I hope so."

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At around 6 o'clock the next day, the morning light first appeared, and the open space in front of the capital of South Korea seemed to be enveloped in a solemn and solemn atmosphere. Looking up, I saw in the sky, groups of literati wearing various robes standing like cranes in the clouds. They were the great Confucian scholars and literary giants from Daliang and Korea. On the earth, Hanlin, Jinshi and literati below the Jinshi level were like dense trees. The forest stands densely on this land.

The two sides faced off. Judging from the number, the number of literati on the Korean side was more than twice that on the Daliang side, but the literati on the Daliang side were not timid at all.

An old man wearing a white robe slowly appeared in the center of the battlefield. His face was kind and solemn, and his figure was tall and straight. He immediately said to the literati present, "My first master, Dian Meng Kai, is the leader of this literati battlefield." Supervisor, I will not interfere in this battle, but if any party violates the covenant, the First Master's Palace will take action to kill the violator on the spot. I hope you will take care of yourself. "

After Meng Kai said that, he turned to look at the Korean scholars and said, "Han Yan, can you hear what I said clearly? Why are you here with your semi-sage cultivation?"

I saw Han Yan still holding a cane, walking step by step in front of the Korean literary giants, and said: "I, Han Yan, always regard the rules as if a saint comes in person. Where the rules are, I must follow them. I am standing here, naturally. There is a reason."

After Meng Kai heard this, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he continued to ask: "Then why are you still..."

Before he finished speaking, the confusion in his eyes instantly turned into shock, and then he understood what Han Yan was thinking.

"Then I'll wait until you actually implement your idea before I leave."

"good."

As soon as Han Yan finished speaking, he saw his talent emerging continuously. The purple talent light instantly turned into the terrifying light of the sun, illuminating the entire battlefield. The half-saint talent was like the sun. This purple sun in the sky was Han Yan. Concrete expression of talent.

At this moment, everyone present saw that Han Yan's expression gradually turned ferocious. At this moment, his body seemed unable to withstand such a majestic release of talent, and he began to tremble slightly.

"Mr. Han, what are you doing?" The literary giant from behind asked Han Yan through a message. Now Han Yan was seriously injured. He was fully unleashing his talents, which put a huge load on him and might even endanger his life.

On the Daliang camp side, Ci Song, Mo Yao, Ying Tian and Mo Zhi were standing next to each other. Looking at Han Yan in the sky, Mo Zhi was the first to speak: "This old Mr. Han is... What are you doing? Is he going to attack the Half-Saint from the First Master Palace?"

"It's impossible. There are so many Half-Saints in the First Master's Hall. Mr. Han probably won't offend the First Master's Hall just for today's battle. It's not worth it at all."

Yingtian directly denied Mo Zhi's view. Although he didn't know what Han Yan was doing, it was definitely not what Mo Zhi said.

"Old Mr. Han Yan is going to cut off his Semi-Saint Dao Fruit, return to the realm of literary giants, and personally participate in today's battle."

Ci Song on the side slowly expressed his opinion. After hearing this, Yingtian immediately looked at Ci Song and asked: "Behead oneself with Dao Fruit? What does this mean?"

After hearing this, Mo Yao answered: "When a literary hero breaks through to become a semi-saint, he must gather the Dao Fruit, and the Dao Fruit is the medium through which a semi-saint can truly transform his talents into a saint. If the Dao Fruit is removed, the scholar will regain his ability. Return to the realm of literary giants, and there will be no other way to break through in this life.”

Speaking of this, Mo Yao also turned his attention to Ci Song and said: "Brother Ci Song, the reason why you were so worried yesterday was because you had guessed that Mr. Han would be like this today?"

Ci Song nodded slowly and said: "I have indeed thought of it. Now that most of the cities in South Korea have been captured by our beams, if the Korean literati lose this life-and-death battle, South Korea will cease to exist. And yesterday I proposed to go to the capital of South Korea. , I also want to see if Mr. Han Yan has left the capital."

"When I saw that Mr. Han Yan did not leave but chose to stay in the capital, I had this idea at that time. The teacher once talked to me about Mr. Han. The teacher had a very high opinion of Mr. Han. Mr. Han attached great importance to the territory. Once in Tianguan, he had fought against tens of thousands of aliens for nearly a hundred days in order to defend the Tianguan battlefield camp until the aliens withdrew.

"So I guess that Mr. Han will definitely cut off the semi-saint fruit and go down in person for the last piece of territory in South Korea."

After Ci Song finished speaking, he also looked up at the sky. At this moment, the purple talent on Han Yan's body was like a volcanic eruption, and the purple sun in the sky was like a black hole, greedily devouring all the talents around.

At this moment, Han Yan's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and an apple-sized purple fruit slowly appeared in his hand. This fruit was a symbol of his semi-saint cultivation and the result of his hundreds of years of hard work.

Then I saw Han Yan put it into his mouth and swallowed it.

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