The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2018 "Given the ancient grass and sent it to the Barbarian Emperor"

At the same time, Fang Yun put pen to paper, first writing the title of the poem

I got the ancient grass and gave it to the emperor twice.

The grass on the original plain grows brighter and wither every year.

Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again.

The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green connects the majestic city.

I sent the Man Emperor away again, full of feelings for each other.

With one stroke, it becomes a poem in an instant.

Four literary fish jumped out of the sea of ​​learning and landed on the holy page, forming four rare literary powers.

Days pass like years, greatly increasing the duration of poetry.

The old trick is repeated, allowing the poems to reappear after disappearing, but with slightly less power.

To add insult to injury, the power of poetry is greatly increased at the cost of twice the talent.

Cutting through walls and stealing light, as long as poetry attacks the enemy, one's own talents will continue to increase.

Afterwards, the door of the side hall of the crime suppression platform was opened. The sin turtle did not appear, but countless chains flew out from it, like countless long snakes densely packed into the poem page.

The real dragon on the True Dragon Script and the poisonous snake on the Poison Attack Script fly together, constantly sending their own power into the holy page.

Wu Die stood on Fang Yun's shoulder, took a deep breath, and then exhaled forcefully.

Endless weak water and strange wind rushed into the holy page.

The Dragon Clan controls the world, but Weak Shui is not among them.

After spitting out the weak water and strange wind, the fog butterfly closed its eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

After absorbing a large amount of power from the enemy-stopping poem, the surface of the poem was filled with precious light one after another. The inkstone whined and sprayed out a mouthful of thick ink, which fell evenly on every word written by Fang Yun.

Fang Yun's calligraphy was originally three levels of calligraphy and ink, but now, it has temporarily improved to one level, reaching the fourth level of writing and moving dragons and snakes.

The True Dragon Literature Platform and the Poison Literature Platform are not poetry literature platforms, and their power cannot be completely absorbed by the poetry pages like the Xuehai Literature Platform. However, now, the words transformed into dragons and snakes have become the same ancestry as the poisonous snakes on the True Dragon and Poison Literature Platforms. , quickly absorbing the power of true dragons and poisonous snakes.

The page of poetry flew high into the sky, and the star power of the Dragon Saint of the East China Sea turned into a blue dragon and fell into the page.

Finally, the poem page burned and turned into countless rays of light, falling to the ground.

Turn fiction into reality!

With Fang Yun as the center, the grassland grass grew at an incredible speed, covering hundreds of miles in an instant, and entered the flames.

At first, the weeds were quickly burned to ashes, but the weeds seemed to be immortal, constantly absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, and continued to pour into the fire, lasting longer and longer.

The weeds in front of Fang Yun grew crazily, and soon they were like countless ropes binding all the barbarians.

These weed ropes tied the barbarian tightly in an instant. It took a lot of strength for the barbarian to break away from one weed rope, but during this period, there were already three more weed ropes on his body. As for the nearly 90,000 handsome men, it was even worse. They were all wrapped into rice dumplings.

The Barbarian Kings are better, but they can no longer fly. If they take a step and stop, they can't pursue them at all.

What makes them most helpless is that these weeds also contain the power of poison, weak water and strange wind, making them difficult to guard against.

Some of the weakest handsome men have even been killed!

Only the Great Barbarian King and Lang Yuan were least affected. They could smash all the weeds and ropes as long as they released their Qi, blood and demon power.

All the barbarian kings stopped and looked at Langyuan, waiting for the next order.

The Barbarian Emperor frowned when he saw this scene.

Fang Yun took advantage of Yaoman's shortcomings.

The Barbarian Emperor can crush mountains with one punch and sink an island with one punch. Now, with one punch, he can crush weeds for tens of miles. But the problem is that no matter how powerful the Emperor is, he cannot kill the weeds without hurting other people. Barbarians.

Yaoman only knows how to use the strongest power to kill people, and never considers suppressing power to save anyone.

"Try using magic!"

Some barbarians who were proficient in sorcery immediately took action, but Fang Yun's enemy-stopping poem was too powerful, and all the weeds were like crazy. Even if the sorcery occasionally took effect, new weed ropes would be replenished immediately.

The high-ranking barbarians are at a loss what to do. This poem has reached the realm of Confucian war poetry. Unless the holy demon barbarians come, no emperor can solve it. There are some semi-holy treasures that can directly kill weeds, but those treasures are in the demon world.

Lang Yuan looked at the Burning Heaven Furnace hanging high in the sky, wishing that the flames could burn away all the weeds, but that would also burn to death more than 90,000 of the most elite barbarians.

Not to mention being handsome, even if the Barbarian King gets a little spark from the Burning Heaven Furnace, his body will be instantly reduced to ashes.

"Not good!" Ao Xuan looked at the human race anxiously and angrily.

Lang Yuan hurriedly looked over and saw that in the raging fire, just as the poem said, a wide road appeared, connecting to the end of the world, as if it could really connect to Ning'an City.

The greenery along the way divides the sea of ​​​​fire, just like a miracle.

The red world cannot suppress the vitality brought about by the poems!

The hope of the human race cannot be blocked even by the flame of the Holy Throne!

"go ahead!"

Zhang Poyue took a deep breath and roared, his eyes as bright as the moon, which was the light of hope.

The burnt smell of burning fire is mixed with the aroma of wild grass.

The road was lined with blazing fire, the ground was paved with green grass, and the humans were running with all their might.

"Damn it!"

Lang Yuan glanced at Fang Yun who was walking away, and then at the more than 90,000 barbarians who were tortured and even killed by weed ropes. He wished he could burn Fang Yun directly with the burning furnace, but he knew very well that when he encountered Fang Yun in the flames, Before that, the Holy Court would take action and kill all the grass barbarians.

This poem disperses power for the sake of area and duration. Those barbarian kings may only be injured but not killed, but if those barbarian generals and barbarian lords are not rescued, more than 90,000 elites will all be killed.

After all, this is a poem to stop the enemy that reaches the level of a great scholar.

Among those trapped barbarian generals and barbarian lords, many are descendants of Langyuan.

They are all future barbarian kings or great barbarian kings, and are the real reserve power of the wolf barbarian tribe.

"Find a way to save them first!"

Langyuan immediately took many great barbarian kings to attack, suppressing their own power, using methods they had never used before, as clumsy as mechanical embroidery, constantly crushing weeds with external force, and using qi and blood to rescue those barbarian generals and barbarian lords.

Many great barbarian kings cursed while treating them. They would rather face a hundred great Confucian war poems than a great Confucian poem to stop the enemy.

Ao Xuan sighed helplessly when she saw the barbarians were so clumsy. The wisdom of the barbarians was far behind that of the human race, so she had to go to the rescue herself. The dragon race's exquisite use of power was far superior to that of the demon barbarians, so her strength was not as good as that of the barbarian king, and she rescued more barbarians than the barbarian king.

The barbarians were in chaos, while the human race evacuated calmly.

In the army, countless people shouted to thank Fang Yun.

But Fang Yun sat on Pingbu Qingyun, following the team, without saying a word.

Only those scholars with high literary status knew that Fang Yun, like the last time, exhausted all his talent at once in order to exert the greatest power of poetry. If it were not for the power of "boring light from the wall" to allow him to obtain some of his talent at this moment, he would have fainted long ago.

Using a hundred war poems to exhaust his talent will only make him tired, but exhausting it once will hurt his body.

Many scholars found that Fang Yun's face was not right, so some people used the poem "Quanyuan Guanshui" to help Fang Yun.

However, it was soon stopped.

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