The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2625: Withered and Flourishing Vines

The Jingsheng family has treasures of various races. Although it is not as good as some of the human race's deep-rooted families, it is still better than some new families.

However, the water curtain cracked with a sound, and collapsed at the same time as the Frost Sword Light.

Jing Chengxi was stunned for a moment, unable to believe what was happening in front of him.

The Frost Sword Light was indeed strong, but it was still at the level of a great scholar's war poem.

It is impossible for any great scholar's war poem to defeat a treasure with one blow.

"What kind of demonic power do you have?" Jing Chengxi thought of the strange power that had entered his body before, and he was a little panicked. If the demonic power was so strong that it could even defeat treasures, then his defensive war poem would not last long.

What's more, this is the Five Mountains, which is known for its defense. Such a power cannot stop the Frost Sword Light. How strong is Fang Yun?

Wen Zong is different from Wen Hao.

Wen Zong is actually a comprehensive improvement of the fourth-level Confucian scholars, but he has not formed a particularly powerful new force. When encountering enemies of lower realms, he can be invincible, but when encountering a monster like Fang Yun who is obviously in the fourth realm but has more power than Wen Zong, he has no advantage.

"You have a great talent and a literary mind!"

While using the protective war poem, Jing Chengxi released a great Confucian literary treasure, and his body was covered by a sea, forming an extremely strong Confucian protective force.

Fang Yun did not answer, and waved his pen again, and the frosty sword light came again, shining in the world.

Tsk...

The power of the multiple protective war poems surrounding Jing Chengxi was all broken, and finally fell on the protective shield formed by a strange treasure.

This time, the protection formed by the treasure was just like rippling water, and did not break immediately.

However, Jing Chengxi did not feel fortunate, but was covered with hair all over his body.

For scholars of the same level, protective war poems can generally block killing war poems, unless some scholars practice war poems of the third or even fourth realms, because each protective war poem requires more heaven and earth energy than killing war poems, and killing war poems will continue to dissipate power and become weaker and weaker during the release process.

However, this exception was broken by Fang Yun. Wen Zong's protective war poems can at least defend against four to five attacks from the fourth realm Confucian scholars, but now, so many protective war poems overlapped and were broken by Fang Yun's poem.

"You... you actually have the real power of the Holy Way!"

Jing Chengxi widened his eyes and finally understood why his defense was so vulnerable, and finally understood why Fang Yun was not afraid of the five Wen Zongs joining forces from beginning to end.

Jing Chengliang, who was not far away, shouted, "Impossible, you are wrong! There is some strange power in his attack, but it dissipated after entering my body. It should be dispelled by my own power."

Jing Chengxi's face changed drastically. While continuing to write the defensive war poem with treasures and divine strokes, he shouted, "Chengliang, find a way to find the external force in your body immediately, hurry up, otherwise it will be too late! I found that the power was strange from the beginning, so I tried my best to drive it out of the body, you can't be careless!"

"Third brother, look how scared you are. He is the master of politics, so he has some holy power, but the holy power is at most like a power wrapped in the outer layer, which can only be destroyed from the outside and cannot enter the body. Huh? Why is my talent less? Why did my great scholar war poem collapse halfway through writing..."

Jing Chengliang hurriedly used the strange treasure to block Fang Yun's two real dragon ancient swords, and was stunned for a while.

Jing Chengxi turned his head and glanced at his brother, his expression changed drastically.

Jing Chengliang, a dignified Wenzong, now his aura has suddenly fallen to the peak of the university scholar, and it is still declining.

Jing Chengxi felt his scalp tingling, and he couldn't understand this strange power at all.

Silently causing the five-level Confucian to fall five or six levels in a row, this kind of holy power is unheard of.

"Fang Xusheng, let's talk it over. We can admit defeat, but you can't use evil magic..." Jing Chengxi was horrified, suspecting that Fang Yun was not a human at all, but a fierce creature or even an ancient fierce creature.

Before leaving, Jing Liren had repeatedly explained that if the arrest of Fang Yun failed, he would leave decisively. If there was any big man behind Fang Yun, he should admit his mistake and surrender immediately. Jing Chengxi had promised before, so he immediately gave in.

Fang Yun was almost amused by Jing Chengxi, and explained helplessly: "Stop talking nonsense there. This is the power of decay. I got the power of the Holy Dao from the tree world of the Buried Saint Valley. It was not so strong originally, but I got the guidance of the half-saint of the alien race, and combined with my own holy power, it has the nature of close to the complete power of the Holy Dao, so it will be broken when it encounters it, and decayed when it encounters it."

In fact, Fang Yun has been training with these five Wenzong. After all, after obtaining the new power of decay and the holy power of the political way, he has never really fought against a powerful enemy.

Fang Yun has never used the power of the ink turtle and the ink woman, and even did not borrow the power of the mist butterfly.

Fang Yun thought that his new power of decay could be hidden from all Wenzong, but except Jing Chengliang, the other Wenzong were extremely vigilant. After being invaded by the power of decay for the first time, they would go all out to dispel the power, and they all paid a lot of price. After that, they carefully avoided contact with the power of decay.

This is the cleverness of the great Confucian scholars of the human race. If the Great Demon King of the Demon Barbarians encounters this situation, he will only rely on his fighting instinct to solve it, and the fighting instincts of those below the semi-saint level cannot detect the lurking power of decay at all.

However, among the five Confucian scholars, there is still one Jing Chengliang who underestimates the enemy or is forced by Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword to have no time to think carefully.

Fang Yun's two True Dragon Ancient Swords stopped attacking.

Jing Chengliang's aura is still rapidly fading, and even the Hengshan Mountain under his feet is slowly shrinking.

He is no longer a great Confucian scholar, and the Five Mountains World cannot continue to be maintained.

Jing Chengliang ignored the battlefield and went straight into the Wen Palace.

He was shocked to find that his Wen Palace had grown dense gray vines inside and outside. These vines had dense mosquito-like spikes on their surface, which pierced into the walls of the Wen Palace and absorbed the power of the Wen Palace.

Jing Chengliang found the culprit who had lowered his Wen position, roared wildly, and then shook his Wen Dan, urged his talent, and used various means to attack those gray vines.

However, all failed.

The gray vines were still firmly rooted in his Wen Palace.

Suddenly, Jing Chengliang felt a slight pain in his heart, and his mind hurriedly checked. This time, his soul flew away.

Dense gray vines grew inside and outside his heart, and the vines began to grow in the blood vessels along the flow of blood. In less than a few dozen breaths, his whole body would be covered with gray vines.

The Hengshan Mountain under Jing Chengliang's feet suddenly dissipated.

The Five Mountains and the World disappeared.

Except for Jing Chengliang, the other four great scholars all had the idea of ​​family, country and the world around them.

Jing Chengliang's rank fell from Grand Secretary to Hanlin.

The meteoric rise under his feet disappeared.

He was stunned for a moment, and his body fell suddenly.

But he was a literary master after all. He didn't panic when he fell from a high altitude, but used the power of the pen of genius to use flying poems, but the pen of genius stopped after a few strokes.

Hanlin didn't pass down flying poems, at least only Grand Secretary could use them.

"Help..." Jing Chengliang finally lost his composure and shouted at the top of his voice.

Jing Chengxi had no choice but to write a flying war poem, turned into a crane and flew down to support Jing Chengliang.

Jing Chengliang's breath was still falling.

Jing Chengxi threw away the brush and said, "Please let my brother go, Fang Xusheng, and let him restore his literary master strength. I admit defeat."

The other three retreated and defended, no longer fighting with all their strength.

Fang Yun stood in the air, doing nothing, saying nothing, like an indifferent audience.

The crane carried Jing Chengliang and flew to Jing Chengxi's side.

"Third brother..." Jing Chengliang said bitterly, closed his eyes, and died.

Then, everyone saw a horrifying scene.

Jing Chengliang's body shrank rapidly as if he was dehydrated, and turned into a mummy. Then, gray vines emerged from his body.

Where there is withering, there is flourishing.

Where there is decay, there is life.

The vines intertwined with each other, and finally a flower grew at the top. The flower bloomed and withered, and a yellow fruit was produced. Soon, the fruit disappeared out of thin air.

"A hundred breaths have passed."