Ba Xia's position among the Dragons was the Dragon Emperor, while the demon position was equivalent to the Ancestor Emperor of the ancient demons or the Ancestor God of the demons and barbarians.
That Demon Turtle Marquis used the demon world's method to summon the power of Ba Xia's bloodline, which was why the demon world believed that Mitani Lien Chan would win.
But before that, Fang Yun obtained part of Wen Xing Long Jue's power and the East Sea Dragon Sage's power to condense the Dragon Sage's star position. That was how he defeated that Demon Turtle Marquis.
Fang Yundao said, "I know that you are all geniuses and have trump cards. But this is the Frost Arena, the land of the ancient demons. "
Sea Dragon King said coldly, "Foolish. Any arena must be fair. Even if we Dragons and demons and barbarians are the archenemies of the ancient demons, the arena will not give you preferential treatment and will not suppress us. The reason why the Ice Race is strong is not because they are the descendants of the ancient demons, but because they can absorb the power of frost. Even in the extremely cold lands of the demon world, the Ice Race will still be strong. The reason why the three Great Demon Kings were killed was because their demon ranks were too high. Back then, it was common for Dragons or demons and barbarians to leave the arena after killing their ancient demon opponents! This is the land of the ancient demons, but it is not Fang Yun's territory. "
"You are talking about a complete and independent arena, but you have forgotten that this is the Ten Frigid Ancient Land. Every inch of land here contains the will of Ancestor Emperor Tu Ting. The frost energy, the heaven and earth essence energy, any power that we can use will be close to the ancient demons because they are tainted by Ancestor Emperor Tu Ting's power. The world is changing, but you are so stubborn. "Fang Yundao said.
Sea Dragon King sneered, "That's why I said you are foolish. Even if the world has changed, even if you are indeed close to the power of this place, the true effect is nothing more than an additional layer of treasure light on the battle poem. What does this level of enhancement mean to us? "
"In front of the Ancestral Spirit Colossus, even a newly advanced Great Daemon King with abundant Qi and blood will die without a doubt. The enhancement you received is insignificant!" Lang Po did not hide his disdain.
"Actually, I have something else to say. This is the Land of Ancient Demons, and I'm a human." Fang Yun had a warm smile on his face. He was like a gentleman with a spring breeze on his face.
This sentence didn't have much momentum, and it didn't even contain much power. It was just an ordinary sentence.
However, the expressions of the ten demon kings and the Dragon King changed slightly.
Fang Yun was a human.
The human race was not a race that could create miracles. Instead, they were a race that could move forward step by step and work hard bit by bit. They were a race that could turn accidental miracles into inevitable results!
When King Wen of Zhou was born, the demons and barbarians thought it was a miracle.
When the scholarly faction appeared in the world, the demons and barbarians believed that it was a miracle.
When the Hundred Schools of Thought contended, the demons and barbarians still thought that it was a miracle.
When the forces of Confucianism, Gongzi, Legalism, Military, Miscellany, Medicine, and many others began to blossom and bear fruit in Saint Origin World, the demons and barbarians discovered a problem.
All of this wasn't a miracle. It was the inevitable result of the human race's wisdom and hard work.
"You should have thought about it from the beginning. Is it easier to kill all of the Ice Race's shrimps, or is it easier to kill all of you?"
The demons were stunned.
Bing Tong stared at Fang Yun with his eyes wide open. There was no need to think about this question. It turned out that from the beginning, Fang Yun's goal wasn't to use these demon kings to stop the Ice Race, nor was it to benefit from the fight between the sandpiper and the clam.
Whether it was the Ice Race of the Ten Frigid Ancient Land or the Blood Demon Barbarians, his real goal was to weaken the demon kings that Fang Yun had obtained.
From the moment he obtained the Ice Palace Mountain, Fang Yun's real goal changed from fighting for the Ten Frigid Monarch to killing the villains of Mitani Lien Chan.
"So what? There's no difference. "
"There's a big difference."
Fang Yun said as he slowly sat up. His life force surged like a river bursting through a dam.
After one breath, Fang Yun's life force not only surpassed the Righteous Heart Realm, but also reached the peak of the Grand Scholar realm.
Bing Tong was stunned. He finally understood that Fang Yun had recovered his strength long ago, but he had been pretending to be weak to the Ice Race's great demon kings or other enemies.
In the vast snow, Fang Yun was like a mountain.
"There's no difference!" Sea Suppression Dragon King said firmly.
"There's a big difference!"
After Fang Yun said that, a sacred page floated in front of him. The Ink Turtle Ink Lady appeared. The Great Confucian Treasure Pen flew up, and a drop of golden sacred blood fell on the sacred page.
"Ten Frigid Ancient Land, friends are all here to enjoy the snow and drink tea. How delightful. I've written four poems to honor all of you. Have a safe journey to the Yellow Springs. "
All the demon kings were on guard. Unfortunately, because they were heavily injured and were still recovering, they couldn't waste any energy. They could only defend themselves first and wait for an opportunity to attack. Moreover, a real battle would require probing. Unless there was a definite reason, they couldn't use their full strength right away.
Sea Suppression Dragon King, Lang Po, and Hu Lan looked at each other and nodded. At the crucial moment, they had to use their strongest power to break through in one strike.
Fang Yun picked up his brush and wrote the first poem in one breath.
"When the six petals flew into the house, I sat and watched the green bamboo turn into a jade branch. Now I can look up from a tall building and cover all the evil in the world. "
The demon kings were very surprised. This wasn't a battle poem. It was just describing the poet sitting at home and watching the six petals of snowflakes fly into the courtyard, covering the bamboo like white jade. At this time, he could look up from a high place and see the dangerous paths covered by the snow, making the world clean and tidy.
Although this poem didn't contain the sentiment of killing all the enemies, it contained the author's desire to get rid of all evil. However, it wasn't a battle poem after all.
Layers of treasure light flashed on the sacred page. The sacred page absorbed a large amount of Heaven Earth Essence Qi and burned fiercely. Finally, it became real, and the snow in the world suddenly increased.
The snow on Skyscraper Cliff was already very heavy. There were palm-sized snowflakes flying everywhere.
But now, the snowflakes were stacked on top of each other, ten times more than before.
These snowflakes flew faster, and their edges were sharper. Each snowflake was equivalent to a demon commander's attack.
This poem was strengthened by the Ten Cold Ancient Land and reached the level of Great Confucian.
The ten demon kings and Dragon King Zhen Hai laughed because the snowflakes couldn't even touch their bodies.
Dragon King Zhen Hai commented with a smile, "You almost scared me at the beginning, and now you almost made me laugh my dragon teeth off. Let me see the power of this poem. Not bad, there are more snowflakes, and the chill is stronger. The snowflakes are also stronger, and the range is also bigger. It's as big as a battle poem of Great Confucian. Not bad. Oh, I forgot. This sentence 'cover all the evil in the world' has the power of the Maze Art, right? I can't see the scene in the distance, and I can't even accurately sense the distance of a thousand feet. However, who needs to attack an enemy a thousand feet away? Can't I just get close to you? "
Lang Po laughed and said, "This battle poem is quite troublesome for ordinary demon kings. They will probably get lost constantly, but we are not ordinary demon kings."
All the demon kings present laughed. Even if the other eight demon kings didn't have the bloodline of an ancestor god, they were at least saints. This level of illusory art wouldn't affect their close combat at all.
Hu Li remained silent. She was an expert in illusory arts. The illusory arts of this poem were indeed ordinary, but it didn't make sense to say that this poem was mainly to increase the number of snowflakes. After all, no matter how many snowflakes there were, they couldn't do anything to the demon kings.
The demon kings relaxed as they continued to walk towards Fang Yun while recovering their strength.
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