The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Fierce Lord slowly recited the sixth sentence. He stared at Fang Yun, and the evil intent in his eyes not only did not dissipate, but became even stronger!

However, his literary courage continued to fluctuate, his talent became unstable, and even cracks appeared in his literary palace.

At the same time, his body also suffered huge injuries, and severe pain spread throughout his body.

If he hadn't recited war poems, Fierce Lord would have had too many ways to deal with Fang Yun's scolding, but he couldn't do anything now.

Once the war poem is interrupted, not only will all the previous efforts be wasted, but the power of the prison-suppressing evil dragon will backfire, and life will be worse than death!

When things came to an end, the fierce king's gaze became more determined, but the reciting speed dropped to the slowest. If it were any slower, the connection of the war poems would be interrupted and the reciting would fail!

Fang Yun's eyes narrowed, like hidden swords.

"Not only are you wrong, but Meng Sheng is also wrong, your entire Meng family is wrong! Meng Sheng is murderous and murderous, and his holy path is unstable. He doesn't know how to devote himself to practice, but he takes the risk of using external forces to make up for it! The Meng family could have continued to lie dormant. But I made a huge mistake, thinking that you could revitalize the Meng family, but unfortunately, I killed you with my own hands!"

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he took out the Yinjiang Bei belonging to Ji Jun's distraction.

The fierce king's expression changed drastically, his body trembled violently, and endless hatred surged in his eyes!

In order to obtain the King of Stars, the entire Meng family, from Meng Sheng to Fierce Lord, spent countless efforts and put all their family's chips on it.

Before, Fierce Lord just guessed that Fang Yun killed him to distract him, which could suppress his anger, but now that Fang Yun admitted it himself and even took out Yinjiang Bei, he almost cursed Fang Yun and vented the pain and hatred of these days!

However, the fierce king endured it and continued to recite the war poem. As long as the recitation of the war poem is completed, he will surely avenge the whole family, and may even get Fang Yun to drink Jiangbei, obtain a large number of treasures, and even get Fang Yun to become a genius. The secret!

Fang Yun's eyes suddenly looked as bright as the sun rising over the sea.

"You harm thousands of families to enrich yourself, help monsters and barbarians to harm others, how can you strengthen our human race! What you do is unkind, unjust, unfaithful and unfilial, unwise and uncourageous! You! Are! Rebellious! !”

Fang Yun's voice carried the power of God, like a saint's judgment, full of power.

As soon as the four words "You are the wrong kind" came out, the voice of the fierce king stopped suddenly, and the chanting of war poems was interrupted. Then blood spurted from the mouth and the body fell backward.

"Click..."

The sound of Wen Dan's complete shattering spread across thousands of miles, followed by a rumbling sound from the center of Fierce Lord's eyebrows.

That was the sound of the collapse of the Wen Palace!

The power of the evil dragon in the fierce king's body suddenly became violent, and the fierce king was gradually swallowed up by the black mist from his skin to the inside.

The fierce king straightened his neck, even in the face of death, he still stared at Fang Yun, his eyes filled with overwhelming hatred.

Fang Yun said slowly: "Go with peace of mind, the glory of the Meng family has come to an end, and I stand on the ruins and continue to protect the human race!"

"Thank you, I am indeed not as good as you..." The hatred in Fierce Lord's eyes miraculously dissipated.

Dark black tears of blood flowed from the corners of the fierce king's eyes.

Suddenly, the fierce king looked up to the sky and roared.

"I am a fierce king of the human race, how can I be enslaved by you!"

The fierce king's last spiritual thoughts suddenly condensed into a powerful force that contained the sorrow of heaven and earth. The evil dragon's aura melted quickly like snow meeting boiling water.

The fierce king's body gradually turned into dust and scattered, finally leaving a Jiangbei in its place.

Fang used the Ancient True Dragon Sword to hold up Yinjiang Bei and put it into his arms.

Suddenly, an evil dragon head the size of a fingernail flew out of the drinking scallop, opened its small mouth and bit Fang Yun.

Fang Yun was shocked. The speed of this evil dragon was too fast. Not to mention himself, even the fastest-reacting monster could not avoid it.

Suddenly, Yin Jiangbei, who belonged to Gu Jiaohou, suddenly opened his mouth, and a strange object as big as a palm flew out.

At first glance, the thing looks like a black turtle, but if you look closely, you can see that its head is a dragon's head instead of a turtle's head, and its back is not an arched turtle shell, but a collapsed turtle shell. The collapsed parts can be Used to hold liquids.

Dragon turtle and inkstone turtle.

Inkstone stretched out the dragon turtle's head like lightning, bit the evil dragon's head in one bite, then swallowed it in one gulp, then showed a satisfied smile and burped lightly.

Fang Yun looked at the inkstone curiously. He didn't expect that this strange thing could swallow the evil dragon's breath in one gulp. Even though the evil dragon's breath was extremely weak at the moment, its essence was many levels higher than that of a semi-saint, and it was extremely powerful.

If such a strong evil dragon's aura is swallowed up, how powerful must this inkstone be?

The inkstone turtle was only the size of an adult's hand. It recalled the feeling of the evil dragon's breath, then turned its head and glanced at Fang Yun with disdain, and jumped off Fang Yun's upper arm.

Fang Yun originally thought that the inkstone turtle was a divine object and could fly, but with a snap sound, the inkstone turtle fell to the ground with its legs in the air and its shell facing down.

The inkstone straightened its neck, its face full of anger, and then imitated the common turtle method of hitting the ground on its head and turning over. However, the ground here was made of fine sand formed in the aftermath of the battle, which was very soft. No matter how hard it tried, it could not turn over.

Fang Yun looked at the four-legged inkstone kicking around and couldn't help but laugh. Only then did he realize that this was indeed an inkstone turtle. It had no magic power or supernatural powers, but if he rubbed ink on its back, the war poems formed by the ink would turn into bright lights. Times!

The ink produced by the inkstone is not only useful for war poems, but also for great Confucian texts, semi-sage texts and war paintings.

Any power that requires pen and ink can be enhanced by the inkstone turtle. This is the power of the inkstone turtle.

Fang Yun looked at the dragon-headed inkstone turtle carefully. If it were an ordinary inkstone turtle, it might only have those functions, but this was a dragon-headed inkstone turtle.

According to Gu Jiaohou and Ao Huang, this inkstone turtle originally hid in a small sun in the desert, and as a strange creature, the inkstone turtle may have swallowed a whole dragon turtle and then turned into the dragon head turtle back.

The inkstone turtle kicked its legs and used its head to push the sand, but it could not turn over.

Fang Yun bent down and helped the inkstone turtle turn over.

The inkstone turtle breathed a sigh of relief, shook its little head and looked around, then looked up at Fang Yun, suddenly turned back and fled from Fang Yun.

"Want to run?" Fang Yun immediately reached out to grab the turtle shell.

The inkstone turtle was furious, turned back suddenly, bit Fang Yun's thumb, and then looked at Fang Yun with his dark little eyes, as if threatening Fang Yun: Let go! I'll bite you to death if you don't let go!

Fang Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was strange that the inkstone turtle could easily swallow the evil dragon's breath, but the strength of biting its own fingers was extremely small, like a baby.

"You can't run away, so you'll be at my service from now on!"

The Inkstone Turtle showed an undisguised look of contempt, then exerted his strength again, his eyes full of threats: Believe it or not, I'll bite you to death!

Fang Yun held the Inkstone Turtle with his left hand and lifted it up, then carefully observed every part of the Inkstone Turtle.

The Inkstone Turtle was furious and bit Fang Yun's thumb with all his strength, but in the end, he found that Fang Yun didn't feel any pain at all.

The Inkstone Turtle's face showed an undisguised sense of frustration, and he opened his mouth to release Fang Yun's thumb, then his two little eyeballs rolled, and he retracted his head and four legs into the turtle shell, leaving nothing for Fang Yun.