The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2819: A Great War Poem, One Person is Like a Country!

This war poem has the blessing of Hongxiu Tianxiang, which means that this poem is actually equivalent to the semi-saint incarnation of the human race using it personally.

The saints took a closer look and found that, as expected, there was an extra layer of precious light on the poem page, the holy light.

What surprised the saints was that a steady stream of holy energy flew out of Fang Yun and entered the poem page, far exceeding the holy energy that a normal semi-saint incarnation could mobilize.

The Lord of Plague immediately guessed that the holy energy Fang Yun obtained in the Burial Valley did not dissipate.

The incarnations of the saints looked at the golden holy page in front of Fang Yun in disbelief.

The war poem of the four-level Confucian scholar is already equivalent to the war poem of the semi-saint incarnation, and now there is the holy light, which almost doubles the power.

However, this does not count the power of more than thirty layers of precious light!

More than thirty layers of precious light means that the power of the war poem is more than tripled!

This does not count the power contained in the four wonders of the study and various other powers.

In other words, the power of the war poem released by any human semi-saint incarnation here is less than one-tenth of this poem.

"Not good! Attack with all your strength!"

As soon as the Lord of Plague finished speaking, the incarnations of the saints saw an incredible scene before they could attack with all their strength.

The five pages of poetry merged into one, and then burned in the air.

Behind Fang Yun, a human figure first appeared, like a saint or a god, like a dream.

Then, a giant with a height of 100 feet appeared in the southeast, northwest and northeast of Fang Yun.

This is the power of being surrounded by enemies.

The giant wore a nine-tassel flat crown on his head, wore a dark yellow robe, held the emperor's sword, had a solemn face and a majestic look. In his eyes, the world was reflected, as if only the myriad worlds could enter his eyes, even the demon saint incarnations were just chickens and dogs.

Everyone felt the giant's contempt for themselves in his bones.

A sound of gold and jade clashing sounded.

The faces of the incarnations of the saints changed drastically.

Each giant Qin Shi Huang was split into ten!

Forty giant Qin Shi Huangs stood in the air.

The ancient demon fighting spirits and demon incarnations that besieged Fang Yun felt suffocated, because each giant Qin Shi Huang was full of holy energy, and its strength was equivalent to that of a semi-saint incarnation.

But this was just the beginning.

Wen Xin used his old trick again.

Forty giant Qin Shi Huangs flashed, became blurred, and quickly became clear.

Next to each giant Qin Shi Huang, there was another giant Qin Shi Huang!

Then, Fang Yun stood on the top of Zixia's pen and pointed forward.

The four wonders of the study resonated.

Eighty more giant Qin Shi Huangs were added to the sea!

A full one hundred and sixty giant Qin Shi Huangs stood in the sea.

All the ancient demon fighting spirits and semi-saint incarnations had stopped attacking.

When there were eighty giant Qin Shi Huangs before, they still had the confidence to fight, after all, the war poems were dead, they were alive, and their number was still greater than that of the giant Qin Shi Huangs.

But now, with 160 giant Qin Shi Huangs in front of them, they hesitated.

Many semi-saint incarnations looked at the Lord of Plague.

The Lord of Plague gritted his teeth and was about to give the order to start, but he was stunned.

These 160 giant Qin Shi Huangs were just the beginning.

Around each giant Qin Shi Huang, there was a translucent city, and each city was more than ten miles in radius.

Qin capital Xianyang.

So much so that the waters around Fang Yun had overlapped hundreds of layers of translucent Xianyang cities.

In each Xianyang city, twelve giant gold men made of metal appeared. Each of them was as tall as the giant Qin Shi Huang, and the aura of each gold man was comparable to that of a peak emperor.

There were twelve gold men in each of the 160 Xianyang cities, for a total of 1,920!

The ancient demon fighting spirits in the Sea of ​​Sin have been accumulated for who knows how many years. Excluding those swallowed by Fang Yun's Sin Turtle and those who died in battle and resurrected in the distance, and those who have not arrived yet, the total number of emperors and ancient demon fighting spirits on the scene is less than 1,920 emperors!

Adding the ancient corpse emperors who moved the Gate of Expedition, the forces of both sides are equal.

However, the five consecutive ancient war poems of the four realms are more powerful than this.

With the majestic Qin Shihuang, the twelve golden men, and all the princes coming to the west!

Hundreds of miles away, there are 160 more vertical black whirlpools, which are located in all directions.

The water tribe, ancient demons, and the demon barbarian semi-saint incarnations hurriedly looked over and were stunned.

They thought that the human race's war poem soldiers and generals would appear in those whirlpools, and at worst, they should be ancient corpses, but they were not.

It was the water tribe fighting spirits and the ancient demon fighting spirits!

And there were real dragon fighting spirits and the ancient demon fighting spirits of the Hundred Emperors Tribe!

The aquatic creatures, ancient monsters, and the demon barbarians who were half-saints at the scene were all stunned, feeling like they were in a dream.

"We are... surrounded by fighting spirits?" The Lord of Plague muttered to himself.

"Those more than a hundred cities can be regarded as a country, right?"

Fang Yun was also stunned for a moment, and then realized that the fighting spirits in the 160 whirlpools were the fighting spirits of the Dragon Soul Battlefield that he found in the Burial Valley. They were sucked away by the mysterious animal skin, and he didn't expect that they would appear in this way.

Fang Yun raised his right arm and dropped it heavily.

"Lord of Plague, goodbye."

As Fang Yun's order was issued, the entire ocean boiled.

Countless fighting spirits surged out of the 160 whirlpools, besieging and killing all enemies they saw.

One thousand nine hundred and twenty golden men were like crazy giants, rampaging in the sea, specifically attacking the half-saints.

As for the 160 giant Qin Shihuangs, they were still arrogant and waved the Emperor's Sword carelessly.

One sword swept across thirty miles.

One hundred and sixty golden emperor sword blades at a time!

The giant Qin Shihuangs were swinging their swords continuously.

After a few breaths, the battlefield was full of golden sword blades flying. Wherever they passed, the semi-saint incarnations would be killed.

Before ten breaths, all the ancient demon fighting spirits died.

The whole army was annihilated!

Only the semi-saint incarnations persisted.

After another ten breaths, except for a few semi-saint incarnations who had their bodies left alive, the rest of the semi-saint incarnations were all dead!

The water creatures in the Sin Sea City looked at the battle in front of them blankly, or the one-sided slaughter, and then they realized that the strength of this Wenxing Longjue Fang Yun was completely unreasonable.

There were thousands of ancient demon heroes in history, and countless water creatures were geniuses, but no one had done a feat like Fang Yun.

It was more than one against a hundred, it was simply one person defeating ten thousand armies, and one person destroying ten thousand countries!

The sailfish of the Qiqing family trembled slightly. It turned out that this Wenxing Longjue had been very, very restrained in the Sin Sea City.

It turned out that this Wenxing Longjue really did not need the protection of the Sin Sea City.

Hundreds of Xianyang cities were stacked one after another, and more than a hundred giant Qin Shihuangs and nearly two thousand golden men stood behind Fang Yun.

One person is like a country.

At this moment, Fang Yun swept the world and waved his sword to cut the floating clouds!

Fang Yun stood in the sea, watching, and smiling.

The Lord of Plague was left with only a huge snake head, wrapped in countless sin turtle chains, losing all his power.

He looked at the messy battlefield, his eyes were dull, and he muttered to himself: "Impossible, how could we lose to you alone! You are just an emperor! You can kill hundreds of saint incarnations with one, doesn't that mean that all of us saint incarnations are trash? If the semi-saint deity does not come out, wouldn't you be invincible in the world?"

After speaking, the Lord of Plague suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of endless resentment.

"Fang Yun, if you dare to kill the incarnations of the Hundred Saints, the entire demon world will not let you go! They will never let you go! Today, you have made the saints of the demon world suffer unprecedented humiliation. If you don't die, the demon world will become the shame of all the worlds! Only by killing you can we wash away our shame!"