The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1029 Mingqi Demon King

Mingqi Demon King.

This is a kind of bird demon that can only scream. It has no magic skills and no strong energy and blood. It cannot fly high or fast, and its fertility is extremely low. any protective power.

A strange and mysterious sound, invincible at the same level.

Scholars of the same level as Ming Qi, literary and brave men will never be able to resist the power of Ming Qi's mysterious voice.

Every hundred years, there are barely one or two scholars who can break the myth of Mingqi's invincibility, but it is of no use to the vast majority of scholars.

Legend has it that there are no more than three great demon kings in the demon world, and no more than ten demon kings. This level of strange sounds plays a huge role in the Ten Thousand Deaths Mountain. Even in the battle between the two realms, only one appeared. But now, one appears in the Three Valleys Ancient Land.

The Mingqi Demon King is just a two-foot-long emerald-green bird. Although it follows the White Dragon King, it is more leisurely than the White Dragon King. It is combing its feathers with its hard beak, as if the encirclement and suppression of the scholars this time is just a small episode. It can't even give up preening its feathers temporarily to court a mate.

The demon lord Mingqi often appears in the Sangu Ancient Land, but the appearance of the demon lord Mingqi made all the scholars aware of the decisiveness and ruthlessness of the demon clan.

In terms of rarity, the Demon King level is no less magical than a real dragon!

Grand Scholar Guo used war poems to move forward while saying to Fang Yun: "There is no need to say more about the demon king Mingqi. The White Dragon King is the Dragon King of Zhenhai. After the Dragon Saint of the West Sea, the blood of the ancestral dragon has traveled across the three realms without encountering an opponent. He has been suppressing him. Dragon King level, want to get better means to advance The Great Dragon King, thus laying the foundation for the Ancient Dragon King. His best means of promotion is the drop of true blood of the ancestral dragon that you obtained, so that the Dragon Saint of the West Sea, White Dragon Fish, came to ask for it from you today. Just for revenge, but also to... prevent you from using imperial poetry!"

Fang Yun’s understanding of the ancient demons and barbarians was far better than that of Grand Scholar Guo, but his knowledge of the secrets of the human dragon clan was far inferior to that of this big shot who was resident in the Holy Academy. After listening to Grand Scholar Guo’s explanation, he remembered that the real dragons were indeed capable of restraining and even seizing control. Emperor Shilong's method.

When the Great Sun Golden Dragon appeared that year, it was the True Dragon Ao Yuwei who picked it up. A few days ago, when the Broken Yellow Dragon appeared, it was the True Dragon Ao Huang who picked it up. This is not a coincidence, because apart from the Dragon Saint, only the True Dragon can lead the Dragon Soul.

Now, apart from the emperor's poems, Fang Yun can't kill the demon king even if he has the voice of the great avenue, because the voice of the great avenue is essentially only the power of the great scholar. Although the demon king is one level lower than the great scholar, there are still many ways to block it.

The Zhenhai Dragon King moved his beard slightly, looked at Fang Yun, a complex color flashed in his blue eyes, and then said in a dragon roar that penetrated the clouds and cracked the stone: "I came here today only for the sake of the ancestral dragon's true blood. Except for taking your dragon soul, everything else has nothing to do with me."

Fang Yun's expression was cold, his eyes were as cold as ice, and his tongue was full of spring thunder. Life. As the saying goes, if only three things happen, I will repay the Dragon Saint of the West a hundredfold!"

Zhenhai Dragon King was calm and calm, with the clouds and mist around him still not moving, and said proudly: "As long as the emperor's poems are not published, I will not take action. What's more, a mere Jinshi is not worthy of my action. As for those big words, wait until they come to life in front of the Mingle Demon King. Let’s talk after we come down.”

"The demon king Mingqi is nothing to be afraid of." Fang Yun's expression was calmer than that of Zhenhai Dragon King, as if he really didn't take the demon king Mingqi seriously at all.

The Mingqi Demon King suddenly stopped combing his feathers, tilted his bird's head, and looked at Fang Yun seriously.

The scholars present all had their own thoughts. Everyone knew about Fang Yun's literary courage. However, few people knew that Fang Yun had reached the peak of the second level early, because those who knew had already been given a silence order by Dongsheng. The clan has no way of knowing.

As for the Three Realms, it is difficult for even the top scholars to achieve them. Many semi-saints can even reach the Three Realms after becoming saints.

Wen Dan, who is at the peak of the second level, can definitely block the power of Demon King Mingqi.

However, blocking is one thing, being able to fight back is another. Fang Yun used the scriptures of the saints to kill Ming Qi before, because those Ming Qi were of low rank. Now if Fang Yun wants to hurt Ming Qi, King, it is even harder to defend Ning'an City than that day.

The queen bee demon king said: "Ming Le, stop playing. Kill them all as soon as possible. If you continue playing, they will break through our defense line."

The two sides talked very fast. At this time, the pursuers behind had not even arrived in front of Mo Ming's Mo family city.

Demon King Mingle nodded and said in a voice like music: "Since these humans are seeking death, I will help them. Killing chickens with a bull's-eye, and a mere human slave asked me to do it myself. It's boring."

After saying that, Demon King Mingle's feathers trembled slightly, his expression became extremely focused, and layers of mist appeared in his eyes.

Grand Scholar Guo shouted: "Everyone, be careful, use all your strength to protect with literary courage, rush over as quickly as possible, kill Ming Qi first!"

"Hahaha, kill me? Delusion!" Demon King Mingle quickly retreated. At the same time, more than twenty corpse demon barbarian kings protected Mingqi. Even the Queen Bee Demon King moved closer to Demon King Mingle.

The original unbreakable defense line was loosened, but because the demon barbarians were constantly retreating, it was difficult for the human race to attack Ming Qi for a while.

Everyone's body is cold. How long can I hold on to the sound of Ming Qi without losing consciousness? One breath or two breaths?

Fang Yun suddenly said: "You great scholars continue to break through, but it is just an arrogant little bird. Any human scholar can solve it! With this saint here, it can only shut up!"

"Hahaha...young human, your provocation is useless to me. I don't like to talk too much, so, die!" Mingqi took a deep breath, then opened his mouth and uttered a Mingqi sound.

When Mingqi laughed, a holy page appeared on the tray on Fang Yun's chest. Fang Yun held a Hanlin Wenbao pen, dipped it in the ink of the inkstone girl, and wrote with his wonderful writing.

Entering the ancient courtyard in the early morning, the sun shines on the tall forest.

The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the study is full of flowers and trees.

The mountain scenery pleases the birds, and the pool's reflection empties the human heart.

All sounds are silent, but the sound of bells and chimes remains.

Fang Yun finished the poem in one breath, but the eyes of the nearby university scholars were more sharp. When Fang Yun finished writing, his eyes had already swept over the words of the whole poem. Even at this critical moment of breaking through, the instinct of scholars made them secretly praise in their hearts.

The nearby candidates who did not participate in the battle, the Jinshi or Hanlin, seemed to have left the battlefield the moment they saw the whole poem. On a bright morning, they followed a mountain road surrounded by trees and came to an ancient academy.

Continue walking on the winding road, walk to the deep place, feel at ease, experience the fun of exploration and tranquility, and soon, the view becomes open and bright, and a book house appears, surrounded by blooming flowers and lush vegetation.

Under the sunshine, the birds are very happy, and the pond next to it is clear and transparent, cleansing people's souls.

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Go out with friends at night, the second update may be very late, cough cough...