The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1282 The Death of Fang Yun

Demon King Gu Xu was like the sun hanging in the sky, looking down at everything.

Fang Yun leaned against the water throne, his head against the back of the chair, even breathing was a little difficult, but he was not timid at all.

Fang Yun said calmly: "The flower blooms not in the midst of hundreds of flowers, and the fun of standing alone by the sparse fence is endless. I would rather die with fragrance on the branch, never blown away by the north wind!"

The voice was as cold as the wind, and it actually echoed Fang Yun's literary courage, causing the literary courage to make a light cry.

"I would rather die with fragrance on the branch, never blown away by the north wind! Good poem! Just this sentence is better than sacrificing one's life for justice. I am very hungry when I encounter good poems." The voice of Demon King Gu Xu was full of joy, but a trace of blood flashed in his eyes.

Fang Yun looked at the Golden Armored Demon King and said, "Does the Demon King remember that he lost the 'Golden Cicada Escape' after being killed by the will of the human world?"

Not long ago, Fang Yun designed a bet with the Demon King and the Saints of the Demon World. The limit was three years. If Fang Yun could write sixteen war poems and become the world master, the Saints of the Demon World and the Demon King would lose to Fang Yun.

Fang Yun did this to prevent the Saints of the Demon World from killing him within three years, and also for the legendary Taigu Galaxy tributary.

For the Saints and the Demon King of the Demon World, three years was just a blink of an eye, so they agreed, but they never expected that in less than a year, Fang Yun showed enough power to threaten the future of the Demon World, and the Saints had to break the bet and use the Moon Tree God Punishment.

The Saints broke the contract and bet that the Taigu Galaxy tributary would belong to Fang Yun, and because the Demon King bet his life with Fang Yun, he was killed by the will of the human world once and lost the powerful secret art of "Golden Cicada Escape".

The Demon King Gu Xu looked like a mountain, unmoved.

"The will of the human world contains great power. It has not yet become a ancestor god, so it should be respected as a king. Life and death are like entering a mountain of knives and hell, and the pain is unbearable. Occasionally, when I dream, I will sweat profusely and wake up suddenly. I am willing to admit defeat, and you should also have the same demeanor as me. Since you have reached a dead end, go to death with magnanimity and willingly dedicate yourself to the 'King of Stars'."

"The dragon of the Kong family also carried the 'King of Stars'. Could it be that the power you absorbed after killing him has dissipated?"

"Are you stalling for time? I respect your talent for poetry and prose, so I will give you an extra moment. You guessed right. I only wanted to take back the power of the King of Stars, but the child of the Kong family did not know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. He would rather die than surrender, and even sacrificed his life to fight to the death, resulting in the loss of the power of the King of Stars." The demon king Gu Xu was calm, as if he was chatting casually.

Fang Yun's face was pale, his body was still slowly dissipating. He smiled with difficulty and said, "If you can really hold on for a moment before taking action, if there is a day, this saint will give you two moments of time."

Demon King Gu Xu sighed softly, looked into the sky, and said, "This emperor has been in the demon world all his life, and has never met an opponent. After you die, only Ao Yuwei can fight. If there is a chance, this emperor will kill Ao Yuwei in the Burial Valley, suppress the hundreds of races under the sainthood, and then I can fulfill my wish and be canonized in peace."

There was an inexplicable vicissitude in his voice.

Fang Yun closed his eyes, listened slightly, and said softly, "I always feel that I can't die."

"Those geniuses who died at the hands of this emperor were also as you said." Demon King Gu Xu still had his hands behind his back, his feet on the void, and didn't even look at Fang Yun, but just looked into the distance, and was even too lazy to collect the essence of vitality.

"Maybe." Fang Yun's voice became increasingly subtle, and the bloodstains under his eyes seemed to be brighter.

"What unfulfilled wishes do you have? Tell me all of them." The Demon King said.

"I'm dead now, with all my regrets and nostalgia, I'll just turn into dust, how can I have any wishes? I just think I can still save myself." Fang Yun said.

"Mr. Fang is indeed a famous scholar of his generation, still talking and laughing when he is about to die. Then Mr. Fang, please fulfill my wish and give me a poem." The Demon King said.

Fang Yun said: "If I have the chance, I will definitely write a war poem to send the Demon King off!"

"Stubborn." The Demon King shook his head gently, without any murderous intent in his voice, but with a hint of regret and a hint of indifference.

Fang Yun lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, and silently immersed himself in the Wen Palace.

It was quiet nearby, with thousands of miles of ice, and occasionally the essence of heaven and earth fell on the ice, making a crisp sound.

"The time has come. I, Gu Xu, will send you off!"

After the Demon King Gu Xu finished speaking, there was a whirlwind in his eyes. He took a deep breath, and there was no strange phenomenon around him. He just threw a punch.

The holy power was surging, the dragon's might was endless, and there was no light for thousands of miles. He covered the sky with one hand!

At this moment, Fang Yun's body under his lower abdomen completely dissipated.

"If you don't move, I might die slowly. You should ask me in advance what I got from the Sin Palace. It's a pity, I don't know how many lives you have..." Fang Yun sighed softly, and time and space stopped.

The Demon King's eyes widened, and then he saw a huge blade of unknown length falling from the sky, the mountains collapsed, the earth collapsed, and the knife wanted to destroy the sky.

"Slay the dragon..."

As soon as the Demon King squeezed out two words from his throat, the Qinglong Sword swept over his head, and then turned into a golden light and flew back to Fang Yun's eyebrows.

The Demon King's head and the helmet of the Dragon Power Battle Body were annihilated into nothingness, and the Demon King's body and the armor of the Dragon Power Battle Body fell down.

During the fall, the body of the Demon King suddenly turned into a piece of wood chips and scattered, and the headless armor of the Dragon Power Battle Body fell heavily on the ice.

All the university scholars who were sealed by the Demon King escaped and stared blankly at Fang Yun on the Water Throne.

"Fang Xusheng..."

The speed at which Fang Yun's body dissipated suddenly increased, and it would completely dissipate between heaven and earth in a few dozen breaths at most.

Meng Jingye shouted: "You return to the Holy Academy immediately!"

"You can't go back." Fang Yun slowly descended, and then threw the Swallowing Sea Shell to Meng Jingye.

"Give this to my wife Yuhuan, and take a message to His Majesty the Dragon Saint of the East Sea. The Well of Suppression of Evils has been sealed again, and the head of the Ancestral Emperor has been beheaded. May the East Sea clan protect our Fang family. If the human race wants to seize our Fang family's property, I hope that they will take five out of ten and show some mercy. Otherwise, I will raise all the Yin soldiers under the nine springs and kill all the inferior species."

"Fang Xusheng!"

Everyone shouted loudly, tears streaming down their faces.

"The New Year is coming. When you return to the Shengyuan Continent, please say a good winter and a happy new year on my behalf. May the human race prosper!" After Fang Yun finished speaking, the Water Throne suddenly collapsed, and the little body of Fang Yun disappeared like smoke.

"Fang Xusheng!"

The Blood Mang Ancient Land shook heavily, and the blood clouds in the sky completely dissipated.

The first ray of starlight crossed billions of miles and illuminated the earth.

"I don't believe that Fang Xusheng will fall!" Meng Jingye roared outside Juyun City.

Shengyuan Continent

Dong...

Dong...

Dong...

The sound of the funeral bell of the Holy Court spread to every inch of the human race.

Confucius died, and the funeral bell rang ten times.

The second saint died, and the funeral bell rang nine times.

The half saint died, and the funeral bell rang seven times.

The human race occasionally rang the funeral bell once, but never three times.

"In the Xusheng Garden, the Xusheng statue of Fang Xusheng cracked!"

The main hall of the East Saint Pavilion opened wide, and the officials of the Holy Court with red and swollen eyes held up the Dongsheng edict signed by the East Saint himself and walked out quickly.

"Fang Yunsheng died!"

The ten countries were shocked.

Yang Yuhuan walked back to her boudoir woodenly, squatted down slowly, and tears could not stop pouring out.

"Woo..." Nunu buried her head in her tail and cried.

The land of China was covered with mourning.

That night, the ancestral home of the Lei family was filled with gongs and drums, and firecrackers rang.

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