The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Fang Yun's voice was not loud, only ten words, but all the Jinshi couldn't help but be full of expectations after hearing it.

Every word of Fang Yun was like an inspiring poem, and every sentence was like a farewell song.

But in the blink of an eye, the battlefield changed.

After the ten magma balls hit the ground, they flowed slowly, and soon cooled and solidified, and it seemed to form gray rocks.

Suddenly, the Poetry Tripod above Fang Yun moved slightly, and the word "Poetry" on the surface of the Tripod burst out with white light that only Fang Yun could see, spreading all over the battlefield, and at the same time forming a sound that everyone could hear.

Within a thousand miles, jades vibrated and metals hissed.

"Golden sound and jade vibration!"

The Poetry Tripod can not only improve the realm of poetry, but most importantly, it can add a strange power to poetry that even a semi-saint cannot fully control.

Because, "Golden sound and jade vibration" is the words of the second sage Mencius praising the sage Confucius, and the power named after it is immeasurable.

Back then, Fang Yun inspired the initial golden voice and jade resonance with the poem "Dielianhua*Spring Scene", and this time, the poem tripod directly gave the poem a higher level of power.

The surface of the lava that was about to cool suddenly cracked, the ground rose, and a new crater was formed!

All the monsters and humans were stunned, and ten new volcanoes with a diameter of 100 feet rose slowly!

Each new volcano began to spew out huge magma balls, and each magma ball accurately fell among the monsters.

There were many monsters who attacked a magma ball together, causing it to explode suddenly, but the magma ball had a larger impact range, and more monsters were killed and injured. The monsters who attacked the magma ball were hit by small pieces of magma and burned to ashes with screams.

The monsters can definitely withstand a few breaths of ordinary magma, but the magma formed by Fang Yun's war poem is far stronger than ordinary magma.

Ten volcanoes, each of which spewed out ten magma balls with a diameter of 50 feet!

One hundred huge magma balls rained down all over the place, falling on the ground and quickly forming a lava ground.

Whether it was the plague corpse soldiers or the living monsters, they were all hit by the magma balls or blocked by the lava on the ground, and were all burned to death.

At the end of the battle, the screams of monsters were everywhere.

Soon, there was no sound at all, and many black skeletons were floating in the bright magma.

At this moment, the strength of the Lord of Plague has not recovered. No matter how strong the power of plague is, it is difficult to compete with this almost natural disaster-like power, and all are destroyed by magma.

Among the five people of the Lei family controlled by the Lord of Plague, four were burned to death by magma, and only "Lei Li" stood in the air and could not be hurt by the lava.

"You won this battle. But the final victory must belong to this saint!" The Lord of Plague took a deep look at Fang Yun, and a thick plague airflow erupted from his body, flying towards the Monster Mountain.

"Finally survived!" Li Fanming sat on the ground with his buttocks, and lay down, not wanting to move at all.

"Huh..."

Many Jinshi exhaled heavily, sat on the ground, and closed their eyes to rest.

Except for those middle-aged Jinshi with rich practical experience, most of the other Jinshi were listless. From the beginning of the Jinshi of the Ten Countries to now, everyone has been fighting for several hours in a row, which is really beyond their limit.

"Fang Xusheng, the power of your last battle poem has increased dozens of times, and the power is close to the power of the battle poem of the university scholar in a small range. Is it thanks to the power of the ancestor of poetry?"

"Yes." Fang Yun sat back on the Zhengxin seat weakly, and his breathing became heavier. After the number of volcanoes increased from one to ten, the talent in his body was like a river bursting its banks and pouring out, and finally stopped because of insufficient talent. Fang Yun had a feeling in his heart that if he had enough talent, the last one hundred magma balls would definitely turn into one hundred volcanoes!

Many Jinshi who did not rest immediately stared at Fang Yun, unable to describe the shock in their hearts in any words.

In the past, Xiang Yu followed the military strategy to learn "Ten Thousand Enemies", but Fang Yun reached the level of Ten Thousand Enemies when he was a Jinshi, which was terrifying.

Seeing that Fang Yun was very tired, everyone stopped asking him and talked in a low voice.

"What a terrible volcano poem, the most talented Hanlin's full-strength attack is only this."

"The power of the Holy Page, Holy Blood and Poetry Ancestor is really strong. Could it be that the reward of Poetry Ancestor is that you can use Golden Voice and Jade Vibration anytime and anywhere?"

"There must be other conditions for using Golden Voice and Jade Vibration. If it can be used anytime and anywhere, Fang Xusheng has already led us to the Monster Mountain."

"It's worthy of being the Poetry Ancestor..."

"By the way, I advise you not to look at the Spring Hunting List."

The Jinshi were stunned, realized something, and looked at the Spring Hunting List together.

At this time, the list value of the Spring Hunting List rose by 100,000, and it couldn't be stopped at all, which was much faster than any previous increase.

This time Fang Yun killed too many monsters.

More than 20,000 monsters, each with a list value of 100. 400,000 plague corpse soldiers, over 150,000 demon generals, each demon general has five ranking points.

Fang Yun wrote a poem "Jinghuoshan", and gained a ranking point of 3 million!

Yan Yukong smiled bitterly and said, "Look, the ranking point of Jingguo alone is more than that of our nine countries combined!"

"If an individual can also participate in the spring hunting of Jinshi of the ten countries, then Fang Xusheng alone will have a ranking point of more than 3 million, ranking first among the ten countries! Thinking of this, I don't want to live anymore!" Kong Detian said.

"What does it mean to fight against a country with one person? I have finally seen it today."

"Unparalleled in the country, truly unparalleled in the country."

"Don't fight anymore, I can't win at all!"

"If we die in the hunting ground today, we will be famous. For example, when people introduce me in the future, they will definitely say, "Brother, do you know Li Fanming? He is the Jinshi who died in the battle where Fang Xusheng created the myth of 4 million rankings."

"We may not die! As long as Fang Xusheng is here, we have hope!"

"Shouyu, what is our hope now?"

A strange color flashed in Ji Shouyu's eyes. He looked at Fang Yun and said firmly: "Originally there was no hope, but now there is a 10% chance of walking out of the hunting ground alive!"

"What? Only 10%? What's the difference between this and no hope?"

"Isn't it too little?"

Everyone couldn't believe it.

"A group of Jinshi were calculated by Bingmansheng and hunted by the clone of the Lord of Plague. The chance of winning is very high! Very high! So high that even a half-saint would not believe it." Ji Shouyu's tone was very solemn.

"It is said that you are the most outstanding descendant of the King Wen family for thousands of years, and even that your eyes can see the future. What should we do next?"

Everyone looked at Ji Shouyu expectantly. It can be said that Ji Shouyu played a great role in the hope of the Jinshi. If Ji Shouyu had not discovered the Lord of Plague, everyone might have been killed by the Lord of Plague with insidious means.

"How to do it? I don't know. Let's make a decision after Fang Yun wakes up."

"But he is not a descendant of King Wen and can't see the future."

"Maybe he can't see the future, but the future I see has been changed by him!" Ji Shouyu's eyes are brighter than the full moon.

Everyone was stunned, and they didn't know why. They just felt that these words were extremely shocking, more shocking than Fang Yun writing a poem to restore his breath and forming a golden voice.

"He... can really change the future?"

"He can!" Ji Shouyu's voice was decisive and powerful.

Yan Yukong looked at Fang Yun, smiled slightly, and said: "In the Comet Corridor of the Holy Ruins, we just looked at his back, watching him move forward step by step, and stepping into a new future with his own feet!"

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