When the three ancient demon kings saw that Fang Yun had woken up, they stopped their attacks. Now that they had a chance to catch their breath, the scholars immediately strengthened their defenses. At the same time, they looked at Fang Yun with joy on their faces, but their eyes were filled with sorrow.
"Fang Yun, let Wu Chang out!" Ancient Elephant King said.
"If you let him out, we might give you a chance. After all, you are from the Hundred Emperors Tribe, the pinnacle of the stars," Ancient Ape King said.
Ancient Tiger King's sharp claws slid across the ground and left a shallow mark. His eyes were like lamps, and he didn't hide the killing intent and threat in his heart.
Fang Yun glanced at the ancient demon treasures on the three ancient demon kings. Now that they were wearing them, he could only weaken them with the power of the Carrying Yue Tribe. He couldn't force them to take them off.
Fang Yun tried his best to hide his mental and physical fatigue. He looked at the nine scholars who were still standing and said, "I have just recovered, and my spirit is better. How is the battle? What are the chances of escaping? "
The nine scholars looked at Fang Yun, but no one said a word.
Fang Yun was stunned and sighed softly. Yes, the nine of them couldn't possibly say that their chances of escaping were zero.
"How is the battle? Are we still unable to hurt them?" Fang Yun frowned as he looked at the three ancient demon kings. There were many new signs on their bodies, but they were fine. Their blood was still strong, and it wouldn't be a problem for them to hold on for another two hours.
Wei Huangan said helplessly, "No, it won't work at all! We even used the Jade Blood Pill Heart and Saint Page to attract the righteous energy. However, we can only injure them but not kill them. They will quickly regrow their flesh and blood. All our attacks will only cause them to lose some blood. "
"The blood of these ancient demon kings is much stronger than normal demon kings. If I'm not wrong, the blood of each ancient demon king is ten times that of a demon barbarian of the same level," Meng Jingye said.
"At least fifteen times! And the quality is at least twice! If we obtain the ancient demon inheritance and become a king, it will double again! "Fang Yun knew the strength of the ancient demon race better than anyone else.
The scholars were shocked. Yun Zhaochen sighed and said, "No wonder I felt that their Qi and blood were endless. Now I understand why they always say that the Demonic Barbarians can only defeat the Ancient Demon Clan by relying on the Demonic Sea Tactic instead of attacking with ten times the force. Death is inevitable. "
"Actually, having too much Vitality isn't the biggest problem," Zeng Yue said.
Everyone looked at Zeng Yue and motioned for him to continue.
Ceng Yue scanned the crowd and said, "After I entered the Bloodray Ancient Ground, I was shocked. Although his strength had decreased, he was still in the realm of investigating things. With the power of investigating things, he could see through the essence of things. The flesh and blood inside the Ancient Fey's body wasn't particularly strong, but the Qi and blood on the surface of their bodies, as well as the flesh and blood under their skin, completely surpassed that of the Fey. Their internal bodies are only a hundred times harder than human bodies, but their external bodies are hundreds of thousands of times harder than human bodies. It's impossible to estimate. "
Fang Yun nodded. The Ancient Fey heritage did not have any detailed information on the Ancient Fey's flesh. He said, "That's right. In other words, as long as we break through the protection of the Ancient Fey's flesh and blood, our battle poems will be able to cause great damage to their bodies. Let them consume more Vitality, slow down their recovery, and kill them? "
"Indeed. My opinion is the same as Zeng Yue's. We have all tried penetrating battle poems. Only under extremely coincidental circumstances will we be able to attack the insides of their bodies. And every time we attack the insides of their bodies, these Ancient Fey will have a huge reaction. They will become even angrier and even roar, "said Meng Jingye.
Mo Yao hurriedly said, "Your Highness Ancient Fey King, don't let them continue! They are researching a way to kill you. You must be careful! "
The Ancient Ape King laughed contemptuously. "So what if we let them continue? However, you are right. Since they won't hand over Wu Chang, we can only take action. Fang Yun, let me remind you of something. Wu Chang's status is higher than ours. He is the grandson of Ancient Fey Sage Wu Yue. Once he dies, His Majesty Wu Yue will definitely sense it. Even if you escape to the edge of the myriad worlds, he will still kill you. If you die, His Majesty Wu Yue will definitely think of a way to kill your entire family! "
"Wu Yue isn't dead yet?" Fang Yun was slightly shocked. This was because in the records of the Ancient Fey Inheritance, Wu Yue was one of the two Ancient Fey Sages of the Abyss Squid Race. Before the inheritance, Father Fu Yue had been heavily injured by Wu Yue and the other Ancient Fey Sages.
"His Majesty Wu Yue is just …" The Ancient Ape King's expression suddenly changed. He said angrily, "You are actually tricking me! As long as the Ancient Fey is not destroyed, they are invincible! Kill! "
As the Ancient Ape King spoke, his arms were like flood dragons emerging from the sea. He attacked with all his strength, causing the seawater to explode and the defensive battle poems to collapse one after another.
The scholars immediately defended again.
This time, the attacks of the three Ancient Fey Kings were even more ferocious. The scholars immediately felt that they could not withstand it.
"Fang Xusheng, we will stop them. You can escape by yourself!" Wei Huangan shouted.
"Yes, Fang Xusheng, you can escape by yourself! When the time comes, we will burn all of our lifespan and use the Jade Blood Heart Pill. We will definitely be able to stop them for a few breaths and buy you some time! "Zeng Yue said.
"Since you are Wen Xing Long Jue, you must have a way to escape. Don't worry about us!" Yun Zhaochen voiced his guess.
Fang Yun was stunned for a moment. The bloodstains in his eyes became even redder as he gritted his teeth.
"That day in Mitani Lien Chan, for the human race, for the Notre-Dame, for the victory, I saw the scholars leave one after another. They blocked the enemy for me, fought for me, and died for me. I still remember Peng Zaozhao's words. He said that he did not have arms, so he cherished this world more than anyone else. He could not embrace it, so he wanted to protect the human race more than anyone else. He died in battle in the three valleys. I once swore that I would never let the scene of that year repeat itself! I will either win or die. I will never step on the death stairs formed by the corpses of my comrades to survive! "
Fang Yun looked at the three Ancient Fey Kings and the backs of the nine scholars. His eyes were hazy as he raised his right arm and shouted, "Today, I will win. I will live on! Even if I only have one arm left, I will reach out for Peng Zaozhao and touch the future! Brush, come! "
Under Wen Xing Long Jue's order, the world shook and the sea churned.
The Righteous Brush flew into Fang Yun's hand like a living thing.
"Inkstone, come!"
The Inkstone Turtle flew to the brush like the most loyal dog.
"Ink, come!"
Mo Nu flew out of the ink and hugged the tip of the Righteous Brush. She soaked it in black and then returned.
"Paper, come!"
The Holy Page floated in front of Fang Yun.
"Holy Blood!"
A drop of Dragon Saint Blood flew out of the Sea Swallowing Seashell and landed on the tip of the brush, fusing with the ink.
Fang Yun looked up at the demons. His gaze was like a knife as he slowly said, "Today, all of you will die!"
"Don't let him finish writing!" Mo Yao shouted.
Tang Jianqiu smiled and said, "Scholar Mo, why are you in such a hurry? What can a Hanlin Academy student do? "
Xiong Tu also said, "Let him write. Let's see what he can write! Even if he writes flowers, it won't change anything! "
"He's writing …"
"Look, there's no phenomenon …"
The scholars nearby couldn't help but look back and were surprised to find that. The poem that Fang Yun had written was a poem that he had composed in the Holy Ground all those years ago.
The north wind blew across the Qin Dynasty,
The iron clothes reflected the snow, and the night was even colder.
Swallowing the six states to build achievements,
Lying dead in the Northern Border, guarding the rivers and mountains!
Previously, this poem was only a realm, but now, a layer of hazy light appeared on the page. Within the light, there was the scene of the Qin Dynasty's famous general Meng Tian fighting 300,000 barbarians on the vast grassland.
The soul of the poem was completed, and the phantom of General Meng Tian appeared behind Fang Yun.
Seeing the phantom of Xusheng appear in the soul of the poem, the scholars were not surprised. Although generally, one could only summon the soul of Meng Tian in the third realm, Fang Yun was Xusheng, and it was the original work. Even the soul of the poem could directly obtain the will of Xusheng Meng Tian scattered in the Myriad Worlds.
Then, the scholars who turned back saw that Fang Yun was actually continuing to write the old poem. The Grand Scholar defense poem, Liangzhou Poem, Jade Gate Pass.
The Yellow River far away among the white clouds,
A lonely city thousands of mountains.
Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows,
The spring breeze does not cross the Jade Gate Pass.
Seeing this poem, the scholars who originally had hope in their eyes dimmed, and their hearts turned cold.
Everyone knew that Fang Yun could write two poems, Ode to the Qin Dynasty and Jade Gate Pass. However, these two poems alone couldn't change the situation of the battle.
Soon, they realized that another phantom appeared on the surface of the poem. It was the second realm of the poem, and the soul of the poem appeared. In the phantom stood a meritorious general of the Qin Dynasty. It was still Meng Tian, but at this moment, Meng Tian was in the military camp improving the brush.
Another phantom of Meng Tian appeared behind Fang Yun. It merged with the previous phantom.
Fang Yun finally raised the poem from the first realm to the second realm of Dao. However, the scholars didn't feel happy at all, because this time, even the poem couldn't change the situation of the battle.
Just as they were feeling disappointed, they saw that Fang Yun wrote three words under the two poems.
Broken Loulan.
At the sight of these three words, the Grand Scholars immediately associated "Yong Qin Min Yu Men Pass" with "Broken Loulan", and their eyes lit up instantly. It was like a star exploding!
The ancient city of Loulan had been occupied by the Barbarian Tribe for many years. It was once the residence of the Barbarian Saint, and there was still an altar of the Barbarian Tribe.
All the scholars took a deep breath and waited for the last time.
Fang Yun continued to write, and the light of treasures was everywhere.
The Dark Snow Mountain in the Qinghai Mountain.
The lonely city looks at the Jade Gate Pass.
The yellow sand wears the golden armor after a hundred battles.
The Loulan won't return until it is broken!
The water shimmered, and the phantom floated. Everyone seemed to see thick clouds rolling over the Qinghai Lake in the distant border. The clouds in the sky were low, and they connected with the snow mountain. In another frontier fortress far away, stood the majestic Jade Gate Pass of the Human Tribe. The two sides looked at each other from a distance.
On such a vast land, the soldiers of the Human Tribe fought against the demons and barbarians for years. The environment was difficult and the violent sand was like a weapon. It could even wear through the hardest golden armor of the generals.
However, even in such a harsh environment, the morale of the soldiers of the Human Tribe was still high. They swore to kill all the demons and barbarians and rush into the Loulan. If they couldn't reclaim the lost land, they would never return!
The Hanlin War Poem was the soul of the second realm. However, under the influence of the divine blood, it was raised by another realm. It jumped to the third realm to call the Sage.
In the phantom, the scene of the general Meng Tian leading the Qin army to chase after the barbarians appeared. The third phantom of Meng Tian appeared. This phantom was more solid and merged with the previous one, forming the real power of the third realm to call the Sage.
The original treasure light!
The first treasure light!
The holy treasure light!
And, the most important treasure light!
The treasure light was like scales, layer upon layer.
Three consecutive war poems! The first and the second realm!
Lian Pingchao stood in the distance and was stunned. He opened his eyes wide and muttered to himself, "The Hanlin War Poem is equivalent to the Great Scholar War Poem. Three consecutive war poems, each of the second realm, pushing the power to the peak of the Great Scholar War Poem. With the addition of the divine blood, it has reached the level of the Great Scholar War Poem! Moreover, his Treasure Writing Brush seemed to contain Righteous Energy. Oh no, something is going to happen … "
"Something is going to happen!" Mo Yao also felt that something was wrong.
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