The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2144 The strongest Wentai is born!

Fang Yun consumed his holy energy to speed up his escape and headed straight for Fenglun Mountain Range.

The dragon's turn would attract a large number of monsters and barbarians. It was already unsafe for tens of thousands of miles. Fenglun Mountain Range was the only place suitable for him to be promoted to a great scholar.

After a long journey of one day and one night, Fang Yun finally arrived at Fenglun Mountain Range again.

On the way, Fang Yun always felt a sense of crisis in his heart, always feeling that he would be followed, but after entering Fenglun Mountain, that feeling disappeared immediately.

There are semi-saints in Fenglun Mountain Range.

Fang Yun did not go to the residence of the mountain holy spirit, but found a hidden cave, entered it, and summoned the war poets to protect himself, and put the last dragon power and ten groups of holy energy into the Star Fire Hun Tian Jian. As long as he encountered danger, the Star Fire Hun Tian Jian would spontaneously protect himself, enough to block the emperor's full-strength attack.

Finally, Fang Yun sat cross-legged on the ground and entered the Wen Palace.

The Wen Palace was large and empty like a city. The stars in the sky were shining, silver light was falling, and Wen Dan was hanging high in the air, shining on one side.

Deep in the Wen Palace, the statue of self stood, with a cloud of talent on his head, holding a strange book of heaven and earth, calm and composed.

Under the statue, there were some strange divine objects, such as the sapling of the tree of heaven, the holy energy group, and the nine Wentai...

Fang Yun's divine consciousness was like a translucent person, sitting cross-legged under the statue.

As soon as Fang Yun closed his eyes, the unfinished Ninth Wentai flew into the sky.

Fang Yun opened his mouth, absorbed a large amount of holy energy group and intertwined with his own talent, turned into a powerful force and fell on the Ninth Wentai, and began to cast the ninety-ninth floor.

A heavy sound like the collision of stone slabs sounded on the Ninth Wentai, and the sound seemed to penetrate the long river of history, and it seemed to connect the ancient and modern world.

The moment the ninety-ninth floor was completed, the surface of the Ninth Wentai was full of light and color, and the entire Wen Palace was filled with dazzling and brilliant light. Then, a colorful divine light rushed out from Fang Yun's eyebrows and went straight up to the sky.

In the sky, the divine light suddenly exploded, turning into billions of light spots, like flying catkins, flying to all directions of the Burial Valley.

The sky above the Burial Valley was clear and eternal, but at this moment, a pair of strange eyes appeared in the highest sky, like the master of the Burial Valley, looking down on the world.

The ninth platform was formed.

No matter what kind of holy power the first eight platforms contained, the surface was extremely delicate, as if it was the work of a skilled craftsman, but this ninth platform was like a white square platform that was knocked out casually, with a rough and simple surface, and there was nothing on the platform.

It was like a stone square platform, bare as if it was just dug out of the soil, without the slightest powerful breath.

Ten groups of holy energy entered the swallowing sea shell, and a drop of holy blood flew out.

The blood of the semi-holy king Jinglong.

The drop of holy blood squirmed in the air and turned into a one-inch tall little man, exactly the same as Wang Jinglong.

This little Wang Jinglong was just one foot away from Fang Yun's nose, with holy power rippling and bright eyes. He was obviously just a little man, but he seemed to be a towering figure, majestic and incomparable.

Little Wang Jinglong seemed to have expected it, nodded slightly to Fang Yun, and said, "Good."

After that, little Wang Jinglong took a step forward, disappeared, and appeared on the ninth literary platform.

Little Wang Jinglong found a place to stand on the literary platform, turned into a white statue, motionless.

The whole stone platform still looked so rough, but it was surging with an inexplicable breath, like an ancient beast lurking, like a fierce god lying in wait.

The whole literary palace trembled slightly, as if it was shocked by this new ninth literary platform.

The Holy Soul Literary Platform, the first in the ages.

Fang Yun opened his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief.

The nine literary platforms were officially cast.

Fang Yun stood up, his clothes fluttering, his black hair swaying, bursts of strange fragrance spread in all directions, and pieces of strange flowers fell like rain.

The cave seemed to be a paradise, pleasing to the eyes.

Pingbu Qingyun appeared at his feet, holding up Fang Yun. Unlike usual times, the current Pingbu Qingyun was bright and shining, as if the sun, moon and stars were hidden in the clouds, emitting soft and white skylight, shining in all directions.

The next moment, another Pingbu Qingyun appeared, and two layers of Pingbu Qingyun, one above and one below, held up Fang Yun.

Pingbu Qingyun appeared one after another, and finally formed nine layers of white clouds, Fang Yun stood on it, like a god living in the clouds.

Behind Fang Yun, a green water light appeared, like rippling on the lake.

A grand and ancient palace flew out from behind Fang Yun's head, which was a reduced Wen Palace. He threw himself into the green water light, and saw rocks rising from the water, and a tower was built in the void, forming a layer.

Fang Yun's eyes darkened, and his expression was depressed.

After that, a water drop-shaped strange object flew out again. It was the shrunken Wendan, which landed on the first floor of the tower. The void gave birth to rocks and cast the second floor of the tower.

Fang Yun's face was dim again, as if his Wendan had been taken away.

Then, the True Dragon Ancient Sword, the Light of the Literary Heart, the Cloud of Talent, the Wentai and the Historical Code flew out one after another, each forming a layer of the pagoda.

The pagoda had six sides, the tower body was white, and a glass lamp was hung on each corner, and the flame on the lamp was red.

Fang Yun had collapsed to the ground, sweating all over, and his own strength seemed to be hollowed out.

Then, a terrifying scene appeared. Fang Yun's body surface suddenly moved. Whether it was on the skin or the hair, there were suddenly many fine and dense black characters. These characters were flowing slowly like water, making Fang Yun look like he was no longer a human, but a monster composed of these black characters.

Soon, the black characters connected into lines, left Fang Yun's body, and fell on the seventh floor of the tower.

Every time one of them left, Fang Yun's skin or flesh and blood was a little less.

When all the black words disappeared, Fang Yun was left with only skin and bones, like a mummy, and could die at any time.

Then, two rays of light appeared behind Fang Yun and expanded rapidly.

One ray of light was white, like the vast clouds in the sky, covering thousands of miles. A closer look revealed that they were not white clouds, but white light figures, including peddlers, emperors, generals, men, women, old and young, as if there was no one missing in the world.

This white light was soft and warm.

On the opposite side of the vast white light, black shadows were rippling, like a cloak sunk into the bottom of the deep sea, like dark clouds stained with endless ink, covering the mountains, composed of countless black figures, as if there were thousands of troops in line.

This black light was solemn and murderous.

The two rays of light were like two wings across the sky, quickly converged, and all landed on the eighth floor, forming the ninth floor of the tower.

Nine layers of white clouds flew away from Fang Yun, supporting the nine-story tower.

Fang Yun was left with only dry bones, his bones cracked everywhere, and he fell to the ground, motionless.

Suddenly, Fang Yun's head fell and rolled on the ground, his dry bones turned to ashes, as if he was dead.

However, in the gray ashes, a pale silver star rose, slowly flew high, and landed on the side of the nine-story pagoda.

Then, one after another, small stars rose from the ashes, and finally lined up in a row, with nine stars in the sky.

All the ashes disappeared.

Fang Yun's flesh and blood turned into a nine-story cloud tower star.

Suddenly, the world shook, and the wind blew out of thin air, and a series of magnificent and vast forces came from all directions.

That power was upright and thick, magnificent and majestic, and madly poured into the nine-story cloud of the nine-star nine-tower.

Then the star tower cloud changed at the same time, the nine-story pagoda turned into bones, the nine-story cloud turned into flesh and blood, and the nine stars reunited their souls.

After three days and three nights, the righteousness of heaven and earth slowly dissipated, and Fang Yun's new body was formed.

At the moment the body was formed, seven orange crescent moons appeared above Fang Yun, and the talent surged, like a tide, and finally fell back to Fang Yun's eyebrows.

At the moment when Fang Yun was promoted to a great scholar and his talent was as bright as the moon, everyone in Shengyuan Continent felt the sky shaking and looked up at the sky.

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