The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1006: The Emperor's War Poem!

In front, 50,000 demons and barbarians are coming fiercely. On the heads of the five demon lords of the ancestral god clan, a magical demon image composed of black mist is condensed. That is the ancestral god mist image that can only be summoned by the demon lords of the ancestral god clan!

The five demon lords have formed a terrifying power that only a million troops can have. The demons suppress the ten directions and the fierceness shocks thousands of miles!

In the back, there are Dragon King Ao Wo and two demon lords who may take action at any time, as well as a human scholar.

The full moon rises in Fang Yun's eyes, emitting a faint moonlight, and he said calmly: "Today, this saint will first destroy the invading demons and barbarians in front, then punish the people who rebelled against the clan, and then slaughter the dragon of the united demons. Ao Huang, Zhang Poyue, Peng Zozhao, are you willing to help me guard the rear?"

"I am here!" Zhang Poyue responded loudly.

"This dragon is here!" Ao Huang said loudly.

"Peng is here!" Peng Zozhao turned to face Dragon King Ao Wo.

"Others, just watch." Fang Yun took out the second holy page.

When this was said, the human scholars were inexplicably surprised, and Lei Wu was furious. Fang Yun didn't take them seriously. As for the Dragon King Ao Wo, he completely lost his mind and spit out a mouthful of red dragon flames with black in it, like a waterfall of flames pouring down.

"A trifle!" Ao Huang opened his mouth to meet it, and the dragon flames with golden in it flowed upstream. Although Ao Huang was only a dragon marquis, one level lower than the dragon king, his dragon flames completely blocked Ao Wo's dragon flames.

Ao Wo was furious and said, "Ao Huang, you dare to help the human race attack me!"

Ao Huang sighed softly and said, "I won't kill you, but I can't allow you to kill Fang Yun. If Fang Yun dies, the dragon race and the human race will inevitably be enemies. Once the demons destroy the human race, the dragon race may become the next target!"

"Fang Yun insulted me like this, I must kill him! Even if you stop me, it's useless! Die!" Ao Huang spit out a mouthful of blood at the dragon scale imperial edict. The dragon scale hummed and finally expanded to a hundred feet in radius. It was obviously a thin piece, but it was like a mountain peak crashing down, with a huge pressure on the top.

Ao Huang opened his mouth and sprayed, and a broken dragon tooth flew up, spinning, but it was the size of an ordinary person's arm, but it easily lifted up the huge dragon scale.

Ao Huang chuckled and said, "You are the peak dragon king. It would be a bit difficult for me to fight you, but as long as we hold out for a moment, victory will belong to us!"

Dragon King Ao Wo sneered and said, "A moment? After holding out for a moment, it's not me who loses, but those demon princes who tear you alive! Eh..."

Ao Wo was suddenly frightened and looked at the source of his fear, the holy page in front of Fang Yun.

Ao Huang's real blood had dripped into the ink pool behind the inkstone turtle. The ink in the ink pool had been melted into a drop by the ink girl and sprayed on the Wenbao pen presented by Lu Hanlin of the Criminal Hall.

The tip of the brush was black with a hint of gold, exuding a faint breath of a real dragon.

The inkstone turtle was almost out of anger, because it had devoured the body of the real dragon Ba Xia, and the ink on its back had been brewing for so long, and it also had the breath of a real dragon. He usually kept it at the bottom of the ink pool and didn't let Fang use it, but the ink girl took all the power of the ink and gave it all to Fang Yun.

Fang Yun held the pen, and the wind and clouds surged. An invisible force exploded from the sky, creating a one-mile-wide hole in the dark clouds summoned by Dragon King Ao Wo, and the holy clouds in the higher places could be seen.

The moment Dragon King Ao Wo looked over, Fang Yun picked up the pen and wrote.

Wait until September 8th in autumn!

The whole Ning'an City shook heavily.

The vitality of a thousand miles gathered madly above Fang Yun. All the dark clouds summoned by Dragon King Ao Wo were like the breath in the cold winter. They were very thick when they first appeared, but they quickly dissipated, the thunder stopped, and the rain stopped.

On the holy page, bright yellow cloud patterns appeared, and the cloud patterns seemed to contain endless mysteries. Each cloud pattern seemed to carry the history of a clan and record the rise and fall of a world.

After my flower blooms, all flowers will die!

Under the holy page, it seemed that there was a bright yellow little dragon, swimming slowly inside the holy page.

The Yishui River in front of Ning'an City suddenly exploded, like a dragon hitting the water, stirring up a water wall of dozens of feet.

The chrysanthemums in the whole Ning'an City suddenly changed.

Except for the chrysanthemums, all the flowers died instantly!

The dried and fallen chrysanthemums came back to life, the unopened chrysanthemums immediately opened, and all the chrysanthemums left the branches and slowly rose.

Ning'an City had been preparing for the Double Ninth Festival on September 9th. There were countless chrysanthemums accumulated in the city. In some places, chrysanthemums even fell to the ground like autumn leaves. And now, the chrysanthemums on the ground rose together.

The people in the city were all stunned by this strange scene.

The sky-high fragrance penetrated Ning'an!

The strong fragrance of chrysanthemums instantly spread over a hundred miles. There was no fragrance of petals in the world that could reach this level.

In this flower fragrance, the demons and water tribes in front suddenly slowed down their pace, and doubts appeared on their faces. Every demon felt that the world in front of them became a little blurry.

The whole city is covered with golden armor!

Countless chrysanthemums in the city swayed in the wind in the air. The petals of the chrysanthemums were very delicate, but they made a powerful metallic sound.

After the poem was finished, Fang Yun wrote the words "Fu Ju" on the top of the holy page, and then put a drop of the demon saint's blood into the holy page.

The holy page did not absorb the holy blood, but the yellow dragon inside the holy page opened its mouth and swallowed the holy blood, then floated out of the holy page and swallowed all the words of the poem in one breath.

When autumn comes on September 8,

my flower blooms and all other flowers die.

The sky-high fragrance penetrates Ning'an,

and the whole city is covered with golden armor.

While the yellow dragon swallowed the words, layer after layer of precious light covered the holy page.

The original precious light.

The first page precious light.

The precious light of the holy blood.

The precious light of the holy page.

In addition, the precious light formed by ink, literary pen, inkstone turtle and calligraphy realm, etc., only lacks one layer of handed-down precious light compared with the previous Dinghai poem.

Fang Yun’s previous imperial poem "Ode to the Sun" did not have various precious lights, because it was not a war poem, but an imperial poem.

It is both an imperial poem and a war poem, and has another name.

"The emperor's war poem!"

Countless readers exclaimed.

Dragon King Ao Wo stared at the holy page with wide eyes like an idiot, while Lei Wu looked blankly.

All the monsters in the distance hesitated, and the monster lord of the five-headed ancestor god clan actually stopped.

In the far north, above the Wolf Slaughter Holy Temple, a huge white giant slowly turned its head, and just a slight movement was full of endless majesty, just like the changing trajectory of the sun, moon and stars.

After eating all the words in the whole poem, Ming Huang Xiaolong slowly rose, and the holy page slowly condensed into his body.

Then, the body of the bright yellow dragon gradually changed color, gradually from bright yellow to dark yellow, like the sky about to set, a dusk.

Ao Huang's face changed drastically, and he stepped back suddenly.

"Impossible..." He stared at the dark yellow dragon and muttered to himself.

And the Dragon King Ao Wo and Lei Wu looked at each other and nodded at the same time!

The two realized that once this dragon was fully formed, they might be in danger.

Strike first to gain the upper hand!

"Puff..." Ao Wo spit out a mouthful of dragon blood again, but this dragon blood was faintly dark yellow, which was the real blood full of fighting spirit.

Dragons fight in the wild, their blood is dark yellow.

Lei Wu was even more decisive, and directly used the Blood and Heart, consuming ten years of life. A Wentai appeared behind him, and above the Wentai was a misty sky. It was the power formed by the "Heavenly Power of the King" branch of the "Heavenly Power of the King" of the semi-saint Dong Zhongshu, the Juntian Observatory.

The power of the sky, the power of the king, is coming!

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