Blood Mist City.
The range of visibility dropped from fifty miles to twenty miles.
Everyone looked ahead.
Collapsed city walls, broken stone pillars, houses with their roofs cut off, shattered giant axes, broken sledgehammers … all of these formed this world, but everything was covered by gray dust, and only the rough outline could be seen.
"The world has changed. It's not easy to leave behind only ruins!"
"The Dragons are indeed the masters of all worlds. How can ordinary buildings withstand the erosion of time?"
"This is just the entrance, and we can only see 20 miles. If we go deeper into the ruins, the visibility will be much lower, and it'll be even more dangerous."
Fang Yun walked forward. The dust accumulated an inch deep, almost as high as his feet. As he walked, he kept making muffled sounds.
They were all powerful scholars, and the flying dust was easily pushed away by their strength.
Behind the seven of them, there was a clear trail of footprints.
After a few steps, Yun Zhaochen suddenly stopped, and the others followed suit.
"Brother Yun, this is …" Tan Hemu was very puzzled.
"This is the entrance, and there shouldn't be any danger. It should be the weakest place around the Five Dragons Hall, and it might even be abandoned. Look, from the inside to the outside, the damage to the building is getting worse. "
Fang Yun nodded lightly. He had also noticed the uniqueness of this entrance, but as he was only from Hanlin, he did not mention it.
"Brother Yun is right. This is probably an abandoned place. Perhaps it won't be long before it escapes the power of the Five Dragons Hall and completely disintegrates," Liu Shanah said.
"So, we don't need to be careful here. Use the fastest method to sweep up the dust and fragile objects, and then use the war poem to search separately. See if there are any treasures or divine items. Perhaps even broken metal can be exchanged for great benefits from the Notre-Dame," Yun Zhaochen said.
"That's a good idea! I support it! We can only enter the Dragons Hall once. Who cares what happens in the future! "Lian Pingchao looked excited.
Yun Zhaochen looked at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun did not say anything. He continued to look at the buildings, and quickly said, "Most of the buildings here are not tall. The style is not very beautiful, and it's obviously not where the Dragons live. It's very likely that it was where the Dragons' subordinates lived or worked. If we can solve this quickly. There won't be any major problems. "
The other five did not pay much attention to it, but Yun Zhaochen seemed to have taken a calming pill. He said, "Then let's use battle poems that can attract strong winds to blow away the dust, and then summon battle poems and soldiers to help search. From here to the Five Dragons Palace. It should be more than five hundred miles. It's impossible for us to travel at full speed, so it won't take more than two to four hours. Furthermore, searching at the entrance will allow us to understand this place better than taking a risk, "Yun Zhaochen said.
Ye Fangge nodded and said, "I support Zhao Chen. If we rashly leave this area of the entrance. They entered the periphery of the ruins. If he really encountered danger, he could only flee in a sorry state. But if we can find something here, even if we escape, we won't return empty-handed. "
"Old Man agrees," Tan Hemu said.
Fang Yun did not object. He thought to himself that a Grand Scholar was a Grand Scholar. Even if he was corroded by the power of the blood light, his mind was still very clear. He knew how to maximize the benefits.
"Alright then, let's use Northern Wind's Song together," Qiu Meng said.
Yun Zhaochen looked at Fang Yundao and said, "You're only from Hanlin. The power of battle poems is limited, so there's no need for that. After we use the wind, you can recite some battle poems and generals. You can pick up anything you want. According to the rules, we'll split the things at the entrance equally. You won't be left out. "
The others did not say anything. This was the rule. As long as it was not a treasure that involved fighting, everyone had to split it equally.
Lian Pingchao looked at Fang Yun unhappily. He snorted softly, revealing an obvious look of dissatisfaction, but he did not reprimand him.
Fang Yun looked at Lian Pingchao. The Grand Scholar glared back at Fang Yun. Then, he put down the board in front of his chest and took out a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone from the lake shell to write a battle poem. The other six did the same.
Fang Yun did not start writing. Not to mention that he had not mastered a large-scale wind poem, even if he did, it would be useless. The difference in strength between Hanlin and Grand Scholars was like heaven and earth. The most obvious point was that a few Grand Scholars' battle poems had the power to destroy a small city, but Hanlin could not do that.
The six of them finished the battle poem Northern Wind's Song one after another. The temperature within a radius of ten miles plummeted. Snowflakes appeared out of nowhere. Then, the wind swept the snowflakes in all directions, lifting all the dust.
The dust on the ground disappeared at an extremely fast speed.
Even if the six Grand Scholars deliberately weakened the power of the Northern Wind's Song, it was still a battle poem by a Grand Scholar. The dust-covered weapons, wood, stones, and many other objects shattered one after another.
Some of the objects were divine objects, but because they were not sealed, they had long been corroded by external forces. They turned into dust and debris and were blown into the sky by the north wind.
At first, the north wind was snowy white. Then, it was filled with countless dust. It swept forward like a sandstorm, covering the sky and earth for dozens of miles. It formed a wall of dust and moved forward.
The wall of dust and the bloody fog intertwined.
The five-layered Northern Wind's Song blew away everything in front of them.
There was no more dust on the ground, but there was a lot of gravel. These were all things that the wind could not blow away.
Fang Yun looked forward in a daze. Soon, his eyes moved, as if he had discovered something.
"What a pity. Some of the lighter divine objects must have been blown away," Liu Shanah said.
"There's nothing to pity. Even if the dust was not blown away, we would not have discovered those lighter divine objects."
"Let's release the battle poem immediately."
Fang Yun did not hold the brush. He was preparing to use the Writing of the Exit because the Writing of the Exit would not form a treasure light. Its power would be weakened, and it would not expose his identity.
Yesterday, near the Dragon Grain Rice Field, Fang Yun and Yun Zhaochen had decided not to reveal their strength unless it was absolutely necessary. For example, Fang Yun had only revealed the Lake Sucking Shell. The River Sucking Shell was still hidden, and the Fog Butterflies, the Ink Lady, and the Ink Tortoise were not revealed.
Fang Yun looked at the scholars and saw that among the six scholars, three of them had used the famous battle poem from the Book of Songs, "Setting Out the Chariot."
"I set out my chariot to herd the enemy … Setting out the chariot, peng peng peng, the flag fluttering in the wind … The king's affairs are difficult, no less than his residence …"
This poem described the process of King Xuanwang's crusade against the enemy. It mentioned everything from the beginning of the war to the end of the war.
This poem was rather long. After the poem was finished, more than a thousand Zhou chariots appeared in front of each scholar. They were pulled by war horses. One person drove the chariot, while the other two held spears.
These thousand chariots were enough to defeat more than five thousand infantrymen.
The other three scholars each used their own battle poems. The number of soldiers was more than two thousand. Qiu Meng's battle poem could even summon five thousand soldiers.
The number of soldiers in the Hanlin Academy's battle poem was still in the hundreds, but a scholar's poem could summon more than a thousand soldiers. A great scholar's battle poem could summon more than ten thousand soldiers.
Fang Yun thought for a while and recited an ordinary Hanlin battle poem, "Song of the Barbarians," that he had learned from the Divine Temple. He summoned more than three hundred soldiers, which was far less than the six scholars.
After that, everyone continued to recite their battle poems. Soon, each of the Grand Secretaries controlled tens of thousands of battle poem soldiers to search for treasures at the entrance. Fang Yun could only control about a thousand battle poem soldiers, which was far less efficient than the six Grand Secretaries.
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(To be continued.)
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