The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1276 "Broken Loulan"

When the three-headed ancient demon king saw Fang Yun wake up, he stopped. The bachelors who had a chance to breathe immediately strengthened their protection. At the same time, they looked at Fang Yun, with a touch of joy on their faces, but there was sadness in their eyes.

"Fang Yun, release Wu Chang!" King Gu Xiang said.

"If you let him out, we might be able to give you a chance. After all, you are from the Hundred Emperors Tribe and are at the top of the stars." The Ancient Ape King said.

The ancient tiger king's sharp claws gently slid across the ground, making a long chirping sound, leaving shallow traces. His eyes were like lights, making no effort to hide the murderous intent and threat in his heart.

Fang Yun glanced at the ancient demon treasures on the three ancient demon kings. Now that they had put them on, he could only weaken them with the ability of the Fuyue clan and could not force them to take them off.

Fang Yun tried his best to conceal his mental and physical fatigue, looked at the nine bachelors who were still standing, and said: "I have just recovered and my energy is better. How is the battle situation? How sure are you of escaping?"

The nine bachelors looked at Fang Yun, but no one spoke.

Fang Yun was stunned and sighed softly, thinking that yes, the nine of them could not say that they had zero chance of escaping.

"So how is the battle going? We still can't hurt them?" Fang Yun frowned and looked at the three-headed demon king. There were many traces of rebirth on the three-headed demon king's body, but there were no serious problems. His energy and blood were still strong, and there would be no problem in persisting for another hour.

Wei Huangan said helplessly: "No, it won't work at all! We even used the Blue Blood Pill Heart and the Holy Page to attract Haoran's righteousness, but we can only be injured without dying. They will soon grow flesh and blood. All our attacks will in exchange for It’s just that they lose a little blood.”

"The qi and blood of these ancient demon kings are far superior to that of ordinary demon kings. If I predict correctly, the total amount of qi and blood in each ancient demon king is ten times that of the same level of demon barbarians." Meng Jingye said.

"At least fifteen times! And the quality is at least twice as much! If you get the inheritance of the ancient demon and are promoted to king, it will double again!" Fang Yun knows better than anyone else how powerful the ancient demon clan is.

Many academicians were shocked, and Yun Zhaochen sighed: "No wonder they feel that their energy and blood are endless. Now I understand why they always say that the demon barbarians rely on the tactics of the sea of ​​demons to defeat the ancient demon clan. If they don't attack them ten times, they will die without life." ah."

"Actually, having too much energy and blood is not the biggest problem." Zeng Yue said.

Everyone looked at Zeng Yue and motioned for Zeng Yue to continue.

Zeng Yue looked around at everyone and said: "After I entered the Xuemang Ancient Land, although my strength declined, I still stayed in the realm of observing objects. I have the purpose and strength to explore the essence of things. I have long seen that the flesh and blood inside the ancient demon's body is actually They are not particularly strong, but the Qi and blood on their bodies, their skin, and some of the flesh under their skin are completely superior to those of the demon race. Their internal flesh and blood is probably only a hundred times as hard as the human race, but the external hardness is hundreds of thousands of that of the human race. times, completely incalculable.”

Fang Yun nodded. There was no detailed study of ancient demon flesh and blood in the ancient demon inheritance. He said: "This statement is correct. In other words, as long as the external flesh and blood protection of ancient demons is broken, our war poems can attack them. Cause great trauma to the body, make them consume more energy and blood, slow down their recovery, and kill them?"

"Indeed, my opinion is the same as Zeng Yue's. We have all tried to penetrate the war poems, and only under extremely coincidental circumstances will we attack the inside of their bodies. And every time we attack the inside of the body, the reaction of these ancient monsters will be different. If it is too big, they will become even more angry and even roar," Meng Jingye said.

Mo Yao hurriedly said: "His Royal Highness the Ancient Demon King, don't let them talk anymore! They are studying ways to kill you. Be careful!"

The ancient ape king smiled contemptuously and said: "So what if we let them continue to study it? However, you are right. Since they won't hand over Wu Chang, we can only take action. Fang Yun, let me remind you one thing, Wu Chang's status is higher than We are taller. He is the grandson of the ancient demon saint 'Wu Yue'. Once he dies, His Majesty Wu Yue will definitely sense it. Even if you escape to the edge of the world, he will kill you. If you die, Wu Yue will. Your Majesty will definitely find a way to kill your whole family!"

"Wu Yue is not dead yet?" Fang Yun was slightly shocked, because according to the ancient demon inheritance records, Wu Yue was one of the two demon saints of the Abyss Squid Clan. Before the inheritance, Wu Yue, the father of this generation, was united with other ancient demon saints by Wu Yue. Heavy damage.

"Your Majesty Wu Yue is just..." The Ancient Ape King suddenly changed his expression and said angrily: "You are trying to trick me! The ancient demon is immortal and invincible! Kill!"

The ancient ape king said that his arms were like dragons going out to sea, and he pushed out with all his strength. The sea water exploded, and the protective warfare poems collapsed one after another.

Many bachelors immediately defended again.

This time, the three-headed ancient demon king's attack was even more fierce, and many academicians immediately felt that it was too much.

"Fang Xusheng, let's stop him, you can escape by yourself!" Wei Huangan said loudly.

"Yes, Fang Xusheng, you can escape on your own! When the time comes, we will burn all our lifespans one after another and use the Blue Blood Core. We will definitely be able to stop them for a few breaths and create time for you!" Zeng Yue said.

"Since you are Wenxing Longjue, you must have a way to escape. Leave me alone!" Yun Zhaochen expressed his guess.

Fang Yun was stunned for a moment, the blood stains in his eyes became redder, and his teeth were clenched.

"That day in the Three Valleys Battle, for the sake of the human race, for the Holy Academy, and for victory, I watched with my own eyes one great scholar after another leaving, resisting the enemy for me, fighting for me, and dying for me. I still remember Peng Zai According to the words, he said, he has no arms, so it is better than all People cherish this world more; he cannot embrace it, so he wants to protect the human race more than anyone else. He died in the battle. I have vowed to never let the scene of that year repeat itself. Either win or die, I will never step on it again! Survive the death ladder composed of the corpses of your comrades!"

Fang Yun looked at the three ancient demon kings and the backs of the nine bachelors. His eyes were dim, and he raised his right arm forward and said loudly: "Today, I want to win, I want to live! Even if there is only one left Arm, I also want to reach out for Peng Zuzhao and touch the future!"

Wenxing Longjue gave an order, the heaven and the earth shook, and the sea water churned.

The Zhengqi pen flew into Fang Yun's hands automatically like a living thing.

"Come inkstone!"

The inkstone flies to the pen like the most loyal lackey.

"Mo Lai!"

The ink girl flew out of the ink, hugged the tip of the Zhengqi brush, soaked it and dyed it black, and then returned.

"Here comes the paper!"

The holy page was suspended in front of Fang Yun.

"Holy Blood!"

A drop of Dragon Saint's holy blood swallowed the seashell and flew out, fell into the tip of the pen, and merged with the ink.

Fang Yun looked up at the monsters, his eyes like daggers, and said slowly: "Today, you will all die!"

"Don't let him finish writing!" Mo Yao shouted loudly.

Tang Jianqiu smiled and said: "Master Mo, what are you so anxious about? What can he do as a Hanlin scholar?"

Xiong Tu also said: "Let him write, and I'll see what he can write! Even if he writes Hua'er, it won't change anything!"

"He put pen to paper..."

"Look, there are no visions..."

The nearby bachelor couldn't help but glance back, and was shocked to find that what Fang Yun wrote was actually a defensive poem he had written at the Holy Ruins.

The new wind blows through Qin Shiguan,

The iron coat reflects the snow and the night gets colder.

Swallowing the six kingdoms alive to build meritorious deeds,

Lying dead in the mountains and rivers of Beijiang Town!

Before, this poem was just a scene, but now, a hazy light appears on the page. Within the light, there is a scene of the famous Qin general Meng Tian fighting fiercely with 300,000 barbarians on the vast grassland.

The soul of the poem was completed, and the shadow of General Meng Tian appeared behind Fang Yun.

Seeing the ghost of Meng Tian appearing in the Poetry Soul, the academicians were not surprised. Although the soul of Meng Tian, ​​the Void Saint, can be summoned only by summoning saints in the Three Realms, Fang Yun is a Void Saint and is an original work. Even the Poetry Soul can directly obtain the Void Saint. Saint Mengtian’s thoughts are scattered throughout the world.

Later, the bachelors who turned around saw that Fang Yun continued to write old poems, including the Liangzhou poem "Yumen Pass" written by Jinshi on defense and war.

The Yellow River is far up among the white clouds,

An isolated city in Wanren Mountain.

Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows?

The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.

Seeing this poem, the great scholar who originally had hope in his eyes darkened and his heart became cold.

Everyone knows that Fang Yuneng wrote the linked poems "Ode to the People of Qin" and "Yumen Pass", but these two poems alone cannot change the situation of the war.

They soon discovered that there was also a phantom on the surface of the poem, and it was the second stage of the poem. The soul of the poem appeared. In the phantom, there stood a hero of the Qin Dynasty who was guarding the border. He was still Meng Tian, ​​but at this time, Meng Tian was in the military camp. Improved brush.

Another phantom of Meng Tian appeared behind Fang Yun, merging with the previous one.

Fang Yun finally promoted this poem from the first level to the second level, but the academicians did not feel the slightest joy in their hearts, because this time the poem could not change the situation of the war at all.

Just when they were disappointed, out of the corner of their eye, they saw Fang Yun write three words under the two poems.

Broken Loulan.

The moment they saw these three words, many academicians associated "Yong Qinmin", "Yumen Pass" and "Po Loulan" together, and their eyes instantly burst into bright light, like stars exploding!

The ancient city of Loulan has been occupied by barbarians for many years. It was once the residence of barbarian saints, and there is still a barbarian altar.

All the bachelors took a deep breath and waited for the last time.

Fang Yun continued to write, with lots of precious light.

The long clouds and dark snow-capped mountains in Qinghai,

The isolated city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.

The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles,

Loulan will never be returned until it is broken!

The water is shimmering and the shadows are floating. Everyone seems to see that in the distant border, thick clouds are rolling above Qinghai Lake. The sky is far away and the clouds are low, connected with the snow-capped mountains. On another extremely distant frontier, stands the majestic Yumen Pass of the human race, facing each other from a distance.

In such a vast land, the human soldiers fought against the demons and barbarians for years. The environment was difficult and dangerous, and the violent sand and dust were like weapons, and could even wear through the hardest golden armor of human generals.

However, even in such a harsh environment, the human soldiers are still full of morale and fighting spirit. They vow to kill all the demons and barbarians and rush into Loulan. If they cannot regain their lost ground, they will never return home!

Hanlin war poetry, the soul of poetry in the second realm. But under the stimulation of the holy blood, he suddenly improved one level and jumped to the third level to call the saint.

Among the phantoms, there was another scene of General Meng Tian leading the Qin army to hunt down the barbarians. The third Meng Tian phantom appeared. This Meng Tian phantom became more solid and merged with the previous phantom to form a true three-level summoning of saints. strength.

Original Baoguang!

The first book of Baoguang!

Call for the Holy Light!

And, the most important treasure passed down from generation to generation!

The precious light is like scales, layer upon layer.

Three consecutive battle poems! The first two realms!

Lian Pingchao stood in the distance, completely stunned, staring with wide eyes and muttering to himself: "The second-level battle poem of the Hanlin Academy is equivalent to the battle poem of the Grand Secretary. The three consecutive battle poems, each of which is at the second level, push the power to the peak of the Grand Secretary's battle poem. With the addition of the holy blood, it has reached the level of the great scholar's battle poem! Moreover, his literary treasure pen seems to contain righteousness. Oh no, something is going to happen..."

"Something is going to happen!" Mo Yao also felt bad.

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