The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1274 Mencius Family People's Literature Platform

"Enough!"

Fang Yun shouted, and the chains on the Guilty Turtle suddenly retracted, shaking off the nose of the Ancient Elephant King, and directly put the Ancient Squid King into the cage behind him, and then entered the Guilty Hall.

The door of the Guilty Hall slowly closed, and the shouts of the Ancient Squid King came from inside.

"Save me... Save me..."

Boom... The door of the Guilty Hall was officially closed, and the projection of the Guilty Hall in the sky whizzed back into the Code, and the Code closed.

The scene was silent. Who would have thought that the arrogant Ancient Squid King was easily imprisoned by a Hanlin? Even though the Guilty Hall and the Guilty Turtle were strong, without sufficient strength, they could not exert their true power at all, and at most they could only imprison the Demon Marquis or ordinary Demon King.

"Let him out!" The Ancient Tiger King was furious.

Fang Yun narrowed his eyes, looked at the Ancient Tiger King carefully, and smiled gently. There was no emotion in that smile, as if it was just a habit.

"Did you hear me? I told you to let him go! Let him go!" The Ancient Tiger King became even more furious.

The Ancient Elephant King and the Ancient Ape King took a step forward, their faces showing ferocious expressions.

Mo Yao added fuel to the fire and said, "There is seawater everywhere here, and the Ancient Squid King is our strongest force. If he is imprisoned, our chances of winning will be slim."

"Let him out!" The Ancient Ape King, the Ancient Elephant King, and the Ancient Tiger King roared together.

Fang Yun's face showed fatigue, and he ignored the three demon kings and slowly retreated. He leaned his water throne against the wall, picked up a brush, and wrote "Yumen Pass" while saying, "Everyone, I'll take a break first, I'm really a little tired."

Everyone looked at Fang Yun silently. These days, Fang Yun had been comprehending the dragon clan inscriptions. Before he finished comprehending, his legs and left arm were cut off, and his body was eroded by the breath of the ancestor emperor. He had just escaped from the Sin Hall, and he had to use up his talent to capture the Sin Turtle with the Codex, and then he tried his best to imprison the Ancient Squid King again. He had reached his limit.

Everyone could feel Fang Yun's weakness, as if his whole body was hollowed out.

Fang Yun didn't even have the strength to use his literary mind, but he held the Wenbao pen and wrote the poem slowly, stroke by stroke.

After the poem was finished, the translucent small Yumen Pass enveloped Fang Yun.

Fang Yun put down the brush, but the brush was not stable and rolled slightly.

Fang Yun's hands were trembling, and the university scholar who saw this scene felt his heart twitch. This was not a teenager, but a general who protected his comrades on the battlefield, never boasting about his own merits, but silently devoting his strength.

"I'll take a nap." Fang Yun said, and slowly fell asleep, his right hand limply placed on the water throne, swaying slightly with the water flow, without any strength.

Before Fang Yun closed his eyes, everyone saw that the cracks in his eyes became bigger and more terrifying, as if they could burst at any time.

A trace of shame flashed across Wei Huangan's face, and he said, "Thank you Fang Xusheng, don't worry, we may not be able to stop them, but you will definitely be the last one to die in battle!"

Meng Jingye sighed, "I am eighty-three years old, and as a university scholar, I let a Hanlin sacrifice his life to help me. I am ashamed, ashamed!"

"Fang Xusheng, you should have a good rest. You get rid of the biggest disaster, and leave the rest to us!"

"Your Highness Longjue, I will fight them!" Shark Lamp roared in grief and anger.

"Without the Ancient Squid King, we have a greater chance of winning! We must hold on!"

The seventeen university scholars were united in their will, fighting spirit and morale.

Tang Jianqiu smiled and said, "Three ancient demon kings, Fang Yun is about to die and cannot hinder you. You can use the ancient demon treasures!"

"Human race, you are looking for death!" After the ancient elephant king finished speaking, he spit out a ball of silver light from his mouth, and then the light shone brightly, covering his whole body like bright silk.

The silver light slowly changed, and pieces of terrifying armor two feet thick appeared on the body of the Ancient Elephant King, slowly spreading from the head to the bottom.

Soon, his whole body was covered with thick silver armor, and even his four giant feet were wearing silver metal boots, and his trunk and tusks were covered with metal protective outer layers of varying thickness.

The Ancient Elephant King was like a siege elephant in ancient times. Once he charged, he was invincible. Even if he encountered a city wall, he could crush it!

The Ancient Ape King beside him also changed. Blood light moved between his shoulders and hands, and soon turned into blood-colored metal arm armor, wrapping his two arms. Slowly, spikes emerged one by one, from the shoulders to the hands, which was terrifying.

It seemed that gold was flowing on the teeth and claws of the Ancient Tiger King. The gold quickly solidified, making the teeth and jaws of the Ancient Tiger King twice as large, and long golden claws popped out from the four tiger claws, with a shining surface, as if they could cut everything.

After using the ancient monster treasure, the body of each ancient monster expanded.

"Since the ancient monster rebel Fang Yun has fallen asleep, we can use the ancient monster treasure without any scruples. Although we have been expelled from the ancient monster clan and can only exert half of our strength, it is easy to kill you!"

The ancient ape king showed his sharp teeth and said, "I am tired of the suppression of the blood light power, and I am tired of the ancient monster's talent being deprived. In the past, we all had the strength of the ancestral god clan in the monster world, but now, we are barely equivalent to the peak monster king of the holy clan. However... our bodies combined with the ancient monster treasure are equivalent to the holy son monster king, you wastes will die!"

Three fully armed ancient monster kings rushed over together.

In front of the many university scholars, there were layers of various defensive battle poems, but the claws of the ancient tiger king, the fists of the ancient ape king, and the trunks of the ancient elephant king seemed to contain the power of great destruction, and each blow could destroy at least two layers of defensive power!

Moreover, each of their attacks was completed in an instant, much faster than the war poems.

"Don't let them continue to attack!"

After Meng Jingye finished speaking, the Wentai in the sky shook.

His Wentai was not like the Baibing Wentai with swords and guns, nor like the Three Kingdoms Wentai with three kings, nor like the Jiange Wentai which could enhance the verbal battles, his Wentai only had the image of densely packed people.

There were old men in simple clothes, girls in fancy clothes, middle-aged men with farm tools on their backs, and young men in silk cloth. All kinds of people in the world were on it. However, there were no emperors or officials.

The people were the most important, the state was second, and the king was the least important.

The People's Wentai shone with brilliance, and a simple state altar was formed in the air, slamming into the ancient elephant king.

The ancient elephant king was not afraid at all, and his huge trunk slammed into the state altar, but the state altar not only knocked the trunk away, but also hit the ancient elephant king.

King Guxiang retreated with an unbelievable look, looked down, and saw that his armor was slightly dented, and then looked at Meng Jingye in surprise.

Meng Jingye's face was pale, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The People's Outer Platform gathers the power of the people, and is one of the most commonly used and strongest platforms for the Meng family's university scholars, with a balanced offense and defense.

"What a strange power." King Guxiang was about to fight back, and saw that the Sheji Altar suddenly changed into a big sword, majestic and exuding a heavy imperial aura, like a king coming to rule the world.

Meng Jingye opened his mouth, and his lip gun and sword merged into the Jiangshan Sheji Sword, and slashed King Guxiang directly.

A sword rose from the thunder.

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