The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1277 King's Demon Body, Military Saint Land!

The invisible mighty force descended, and the sea water within ten miles was instantly pushed away. Then the sky and earth were dark, and dark clouds rolled in the sky.

Woo...

The strong wind made a sound, like crying and complaining, and the yellow sand all over the sky attacked, forming a strong sandstorm.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

In the yellow sand, flying stones were like arrows.

"Run!" Mo Yao and Tang Jianqiu ran away desperately, and the protective war poems were all around them. The flying sand fell on the protective shield, making a bang bang sound like an arrow hitting the shield.

Suddenly, a flying stone the size of a thumb came, silently penetrated the protective war poems, and hit Mo Yao's left shoulder with a snap.

"Ah..."

Mo Yao was not prepared, screamed, and stumbled back. Looking down, the small stone actually pierced his shoulder. From the corner of his eye, he saw that the bloody stone was still flying backwards.

Mo Yao was sweating profusely. Although the human body was not as strong as the monsters, the body of the university scholar was nourished by talent and was far superior to ordinary people. Moreover, there was dragon-patterned rice, which made the body of the university scholar in the ancient land of Xuemang far superior to the monster soldiers and close to the monster generals.

However, Mo Yao had doubts in his heart, because the speed of the flying stone was not very fast, and it was impossible to penetrate his body, unless there were strange war poem characteristics on the stone.

Mo Yao immediately thought of the two armies of "a hundred battles in the yellow sand to penetrate the golden armor, and I will never return until I break Loulan" in his mind, and realized that the words "penetrate" and "break" might be the essence of the whole poem.

"The three realms of the Hanlin Academy are equivalent to the war poems of the great Confucian scholars. The aftermath here is so terrible. The three ancient monster kings are in the center, which is a hundred times more dangerous than us. This place is no longer a place for us to stay!" Mo Yao ran away after reciting the poem, but as soon as he got on the warhorse, the protective war poems around him showed clear cracks.

"This... My talent clearly provides power for the defense display, how come it broke? There is something strange, it is definitely not an ordinary war poem." Mo Yao looked at the yellow sand in front of him in fear and accelerated his escape.

The bear demon kings were hesitating, but a flying stone always flew out of the sand and dust. As long as they couldn't avoid it, the stone could easily destroy their bodies!

The bear demon kings were all panicked. Everyone knew that the war poems of the great Confucian level and the university scholars were like heaven and earth, but a stone completely ignored their defense, which was really terrible.

"Let's hide first!" Xiong Kong and Xiong Sha turned and ran, and the other bear demon kings hurried to follow.

Xiong Tu shouted loudly: "What are you doing? The ancient demon king will definitely kill Fang Yun, and we will definitely win!"

Xiong Sha sneered: "Don't dream, the ancient demon king is basically a mud demon king who can't save himself when crossing the river. Oh... Fang Yun is too cruel. Next time I see him, I will run as far as I can!" Xiong Sha's left hind leg was pierced by a stone, and he limped away.

Xiong Tu glanced at the gray sandstorm ahead and had to start retreating.

In the center of the sandstorm, the three-headed ancient demon king roared wildly.

The yellow sand in the sky kept hitting their bodies, causing their blood and qi to dissipate wildly. The blood and qi they consumed every breath was a hundred times more than when they attacked the university scholar before.

There seemed to be a big hole in the sky above them, and the yellow sand kept pouring down.

The scary thing is that the yellow sand attacked every part of their bodies, which made their blood and qi consumption reach the limit.

This is the power of "penetration", grinding through every part!

Where the three-headed ancient demon king was, not only was the yellow sand everywhere, but there were also stones flying from all directions.

Those stones completely ignored their blood and qi protection and easily penetrated their hard skin. The body of the ancient demon king was too powerful after all. These stones could penetrate the bodies of the bear demon king and the university scholar, but they could not penetrate the body of the three-headed ancient demon king and would stay in the body.

These stones all contain strange heaven and earth energy, which will prevent the blood and flesh from healing if left in the body. The three ancient demon kings had to consume extra blood to force the stones out.

Stones kept shooting into their bodies and stones kept being expelled. The whole process was endless. The blood holes on their bodies could never heal, and they kept consuming blood.

"My treasure!" The ancient ape king roared loudly. The spiked arm armor on his two arms was worn through by the yellow sand in a short time and became waste!

"My armor is also scrapped!"

"Only half of my claws are left, what should I do? This damn Fang Yun, ordinary great scholar war poems can't do anything to us, but this war poem seems to be specifically aimed at us with thick skin and flesh, and it contains the righteousness accumulated by the righteousness pen, we can't stand it!"

"Are we going to retreat? How can the ancient demon clan be forced back by a mere Hanlin! Never!"

"In that case, sacrifice your life span!"

"Okay! As long as we sacrifice our life span, our bodies will be promoted to temporary king demon bodies, enough to resist this kind of war poem!"

"Sacrifice!"

The three ancient demon kings roared together, and their eyes became dim, but their bodies suddenly expanded, all the stones in their bodies were expelled, and the wounds all over their bodies healed in the blink of an eye.

On the surface of their bodies, there was an extra layer of yellow light, which was as if it had been tempered by divine fire and polished for thousands of years, round and smooth, and contained an indestructible breath.

"The yellow sand has less impact on us, and the stones can't penetrate the King's Light!" The Ancient Ape King was overjoyed.

"Although this King's Light is only in its infancy and has not really taken shape, it is enough to make them helpless! Let's kill them by surprise."

However, in the gray dust in front of them, Fang Yun's voice came.

"Flying sand and stones, it's just the beginning!"

As soon as Fang Yun finished speaking, all the war poems of the university scholars attacked. These war poems were without exception. All the attacks had a certain degree of penetration. Some war poems formed arrows flying all over the sky, some war poems formed endless spears, some war poems formed chaotic swords piercing, and some war poems formed light blades...

The ancient demon king saw these ordinary war poems of the university scholars flying and rushed forward without caring. However, in the blink of an eye, an incredible scene appeared.

Puff puff puff...

The sound of weapons piercing flesh and blood sounded densely, but in the blink of an eye, the three-headed ancient demon king was full of various weapons, and some weapons even went straight into the flesh and blood, destroying their internal organs.

Endless pain spread throughout the body. The ancient demon king could endure the pain of the body, but they could not accept this reality!

The three-headed ancient demon king completely forgot about the battle and looked down at the war poems and weapons on his body. He could not imagine why these war poems and weapons could penetrate the light of the king.

The impact of these weapons is not just as simple as consuming blood and qi. All the ligaments, bones, veins and other parts of their bodies that can transmit power are damaged or even interrupted!

Their legs and feet were cut off one after another, and their bodies were broken into pieces one after another. Their recovery speed could not keep up with the speed of destruction of the war poems.

The three-headed ancient demon king widened his eyes, unwillingly tilted slowly, and fell to the ground. Even if he was as powerful as an ancient demon, he could not attack anyone at this moment.

It was not until this time that the three-headed ancient demon king realized that the real power of this war poem was not the yellow sand and stones, but the battlefield formed by Qinghai, snow-capped mountains, yellow sand, Yumen Pass, etc.!

"These ancient demons will probably never understand that this war poem is not formed by wind and sand, but a military holy land that condenses countless human heroic souls!" Wei Huangan's voice floated in the wind and sand.

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