An invisible force descended, and the seawater within ten miles was instantly pushed away. Then, the sky turned dark, and dark clouds rolled in the sky.
The sound of the strong wind could be heard, as if it was weeping and complaining. Yellow sand filled the sky, forming a powerful sandstorm.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
"Run!" Mo Yao and Tang Jianqiu ran for their lives. Their bodies were covered in a defensive battle poem, and the flying sand landed on the defensive shield.
Suddenly, a thumb-sized flying stone flew over and silently pierced through the defensive battle poem, hitting Mo Yao's left shoulder.
"Ah!"
Mo Yao was not prepared for it, so he screamed and staggered back. When he looked down, he saw that the small stone had actually pierced through his shoulder. From the corner of his eyes, he saw that the bloody stone was still flying backward.
Cold sweat flowed down Mo Yao's back. Although a human's body was not as strong as a demon's, the scholar's body was nourished by talent qi, and he was far stronger than a normal person. Moreover, he had the Dragon Grain Rice, which made the scholar's body far stronger than a demon soldier and close to a demon general.
However, Mo Yao was puzzled because the flying stone was not fast. It should not have pierced through his body, unless the stone had a strange characteristic of the battle poem.
Mo Yao immediately thought of the two phrases, "Yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, Loulan will not return until it is broken." He realized that the words "wear" and "break" might be the essence of the entire battle poem.
"The three realms of Han and Lin are equivalent to a great scholar's battle poem. Just the aftermath here is already so terrifying. Those three ancient demon kings are at the center, and they are a hundred times more dangerous than us. This place is no longer a place we can stay! " Mo Yao started to run after saying the poem, but just as he got on his horse, a clear crack appeared on the defensive battle poem.
"My talent qi is clearly providing energy for the defensive display, so how did it break? Something is strange, and it is definitely not an ordinary battle poem. "Mo Yao looked at the yellow sand in front of him in fear and continued to run.
The Bear Demon was hesitating, but a flying stone would always fly out from the sand. As long as they could not dodge it, the stone would easily hit their bodies!
The Bear Demon were all uneasy. Everyone knew that the battle poem of a great scholar was worlds apart from that of a scholar. However, a stone could completely ignore their defense. It was too terrifying.
"Let's hide first!" Bear Pi and Bear Sha turned around and ran. The other Bear Demons also hurriedly followed.
Xiong Tu shouted, "What are you doing? The Ancient Demon King will definitely kill Fang Yun. We will definitely win! "
Xiong Sha sneered and said, "Stop dreaming. The Ancient Demon King is basically the Mud Demon King. He can't even protect himself after crossing the river. Aiyo, Fang Yun is too ruthless. The next time I see him, I'll run as far away as possible! "The Bear Sha's left hind leg was pierced by a rock as he limped away.
Xiong Tu glanced at the grey sandstorm in front of him and had no choice but to retreat.
At the center of the sandstorm. The three ancient demon monarchs roared furiously.
The yellow sand in the sky kept hitting their bodies, causing their Qi and blood to dissipate crazily. The Qi and blood they consumed in each breath was a hundred times more than what they consumed when they attacked the Grand Scholar.
It was as if a huge hole had appeared in the sky above them, and yellow sand was continuously pouring down.
What was even more terrifying was that the yellow sand was attacking every part of their bodies, causing their Qi and blood to be depleted to the limit.
This was the power of "piercing", grinding through every part of his body!
The place where the three ancient demon kings were was not only filled with yellow sand, but there were also stones flying from all directions.
Those pebbles completely ignored their Qi and blood defenses. They easily pierced through their hard skin. The ancient demon monarchs' bodies were ultimately too powerful. These pebbles could penetrate the bodies of the Bear Demon and the Grand Scholar, but they could not penetrate the bodies of the three ancient demon monarchs. They would stay in their bodies.
These pebbles contained strange Heaven Earth Essence Energy. If they stayed in their bodies, they would prevent their flesh and blood from healing. The three ancient demon monarchs had no choice but to expend additional Qi and blood to force the pebbles out.
Pebbles constantly shot into their bodies, and pebbles were constantly expelled. The entire process was continuous, and the bloody holes on their bodies were unable to heal. They were constantly consuming their Qi and blood.
"My treasure!" The Ancient Ape King roared loudly. The spiked gauntlets on his arms were worn through by the yellow sand in a short period of time, turning into scrap!
"My armor is also scrapped!"
"I only have half of my sharp claws left. What should I do? This damned Fang Yun. Ordinary battle poems by the Great Confucian can't do anything to us. However, this battle poem seems to be specifically targeted at us, who have rough skin and thick flesh. It also contains the Morality accumulated by the Morality Brush. We can't withstand it! "
"Do we have to retreat? How can the ancient demon clan be forced to retreat by a mere Hanlin Academy!? Absolutely not! "
"In that case, sacrifice your lifespan!"
"Alright! As long as we sacrifice our lifespan, our bodies will be promoted to temporary King Demon Bodies. It will be enough to withstand this battle poem! "
"Sacrifice!"
The three ancient demon monarchs roared in unison. Their eyes dimmed, but their bodies suddenly swelled. All the pebbles in their bodies were expelled, and their wounds healed in the blink of an eye.
On the surface of their bodies, a layer of yellow light appeared. The light seemed to have been tempered by divine fire and polished for ten thousand years. It was smooth and clean, and it contained an indestructible aura.
"The yellow sand's influence on us has decreased. The pebbles can't penetrate the King's Light!" The Ancient Ape King was overjoyed.
"Although this King's Light is only in its embryonic form and hasn't fully formed, it's enough to make them helpless! Let's go and catch them off guard. "
However, Fang Yun's voice came from the gray sand in front of them.
"Raising sand and flying pebbles is just the beginning!"
As soon as Fang Yun's voice faded, all the War Poems of the Grand Secretaries arrived. Without exception, all the War Poems had a certain degree of penetrating power. Some War Poems turned into flying arrows, some turned into endless spears, some turned into chaotic swords, and some turned into light blades.
When the ancient demon monarchs saw these ordinary grand scholars' battle poems flying over, they charged forward without a care. However, in the blink of an eye, an unbelievable scene appeared.
Puff! Puff!
The sound of weapons piercing flesh was densely packed. In the blink of an eye, the three ancient demon monarchs' bodies were filled with all kinds of weapons. Some of the weapons even pierced into their flesh and destroyed their organs.
Endless pain spread throughout their bodies. The ancient demon monarchs could endure the pain, but they couldn't accept this reality!
The three ancient demon monarchs completely forgot about the battle. They lowered their heads and looked at the battle poems and weapons on their bodies. They couldn't imagine how these battle poems and weapons could penetrate the King's Light.
The effects of these weapons weren't as simple as consuming blood energy. Their ligaments, bones, veins, and other parts that could transmit power were all damaged or even cut off!
Their legs were cut off one after another while their bodies were shattered into pieces. Their recovery speed couldn't keep up with the destruction of the battle poems.
The three ancient demon monarchs widened their eyes and unwillingly fell to the ground. Even powerful ancient demons like them couldn't attack anyone at this moment.
At this point, the three ancient demon monarchs finally understood that the true power of this battle poem wasn't the yellow sand and pebbles, but rather the battlefield formed by the azure sea, snow mountain, yellow sand, and Jade Gate Pass!
Wei Huangan's voice drifted in the wind: "These ancient demons won't understand even if they die. This battle poem isn't formed by the wind and sand, but by the condensation of countless heroic souls of the human race!"
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