The human scholar looked at Fang Yun, his eyes filled with helplessness.
Zhang Poyue frowned but didn't say anything.
Liu Hong asked in a low voice, "Fang Xusheng, has the South Sea Dragon Palace completely sealed the Starfire Mirror?"
"Yes, it can't be used now. I need some time to remove the seal. However, from now on, the Starfire Mirror has nothing to do with the South Sea Dragon Palace. "Fang Yun's eyes were like the stars in the deep winter.
Liu Hong nodded.
Zhang He asked in a low voice, "Can you use the Sky Observation Mirror?"
Fang Yun shook his head. "The power of the Sky Observation Mirror's projection is limited. I won't use it unless I have no other choice. Besides, since the West Sea Dragon Palace and the South Sea Dragon Palace are here, the North Sea Dragon Palace should be prepared. They should have found a way to restrain it. They might even be waiting for me to use the Sky Observation Mirror's projection in the dark. "
Everyone continued forward.
"Faster!" Zhang Poyue shouted.
Everyone gritted their teeth, clenched their fists, and ran with all their might.
The carriages pulling the mechanism sped up again.
At this time, Zhao Jingkong opened his eyes. Countless visions appeared in his eyes and immediately disappeared.
"Fang Xusheng, lead the others to break out. I'll hold them back for a while," Zhao Jingkong said.
Fang Yun shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Royal Uncle Zhao. You need to protect millions of soldiers. Besides, I still have some strength left. "
Zhao Jingkong looked at Fang Yun and didn't say anything. The other scholars sighed softly.
Behind them, there were nearly 50 Great Barbarian Kings and a Barbarian Emperor.
A figure came from behind.
"You can't escape!"
Everyone looked back and saw the barbarian army stop. The Barbarian Emperor Wolf Plains held a black iron furnace that was half the height of a person. The furnace's fire wasn't strong, and only a little of it came out of the furnace. The ground under Wolf Plains was slowly melting.
The chill of "White Snow Song Sends Off the Barbarian Emperor" was completely dispelled.
Then, Lang Yuan threw the Heaven Burning Furnace away and bowed his head slightly in greeting.
Boom!
The Sky Burning Furnace suddenly expanded to a hundred feet high like the mouth of a volcano. A large amount of furnace fire rushed into the sky and expanded into a huge fire umbrella at an extremely high place. Then, it fell like rain.
A drop of fire rain was only the size of a peanut, but it immediately turned into a sea of fire..
Flames that were over a thousand feet tall burned fiercely, scorching the earth and distorting the sky.
In an instant, the area within three hundred miles turned into a sea of fire. The front and left sides of the human race were blocked by flames, as if they were in a mountain range of flames.
Only the rear was free of flames.
100,000 barbarians.
Zhang Poyue turned around and faced the barbarians with his Steady Steps on the Cloud.
"Veterans of the three sides, Fang Xu Sheng has already saved us. Now, with the blood of the Berserker Tribe, we will send Fang Xu Sheng back to the south!"
Zhang Poyue stood on the clouds with his head held high and his chest puffed out. He was like a mountain standing in a sea of fire, fearless and fearless.
. A writing platform rose behind Zhang Poyue. On the platform was the Great Wall. It was only a few feet long, but it seemed to stretch for hundreds of thousands of miles.
The Great Wall writing platform was the military's strongest defensive writing platform.
In order to resist the barbarians, Zhang Poyue gave up all his hobbies and used all his strength to protect his country.
Seeing the Great Wall writing platform, Zhang Poyue's old subordinates were upset. Temperament and the Divine Path reflected each other.
Like Yi Zhishi, he gave up almost everything for the Divine Path. Even the battle poetry that scholars focused on was regarded as minor details by him. He focused on studying the classics of the saints. Coupled with his extraordinary talent, his path to the Divine Path was much smoother than others.
Zhang Poyue, on the other hand, was the complete opposite of Yi Zhishi. He was someone who had no inhibitions and liked to do as he pleased. For the sake of the Holy Way, he would have attacked the powerful Wentai. But for the sake of the country, for the sake of his subordinates, and for the sake of his soldiers, he chose the opposite path.
Zhang Poyue gave up the Divine Path.
Build the Great Wall and protect his comrades!
In the sound of armor and weapons clashing, countless soldiers turned around.
Their faces were determined and fearless.
In the flames, they faced the barbarians and turned their backs to Ning An.
"Fang Xusheng, please return to the south. Leave these barbarians to us." Liu Hong flew to Zhang Poyue's side.
"The powerful mechanisms in the city are all on the carriages. We can hold on for a long time!" Zhang He's tone was full of confidence. A workshop writing platform appeared behind him.
Streaks of pure white threads flew out from the writing desk in the workshop, connecting to every single mechanism in the army.
Tens of thousands of mechanisms were controlled by them.
The flames continued to burn as if they would never be extinguished.
Water could suppress fire, but there was not a single drop of water within a thousand miles.
Fang Yun's eyelids drooped as if he had nowhere else to go.
"Hahaha … Fang Yun, if you bind your arms and kneel and beg for mercy, I will let the rest of the humans go!" Wolf Plains's voice came from afar.
100,000 barbarians sped up.
A completely unequal battle was about to break out.
Ao Xuan looked proudly at the humans in the flames with a vicious look on her face.
Fang Yun opened his eyes and looked at the barbarians.
"All troops, get ready to go to Ning 'an at full speed."
After Fang Yun finished speaking, the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone in front of him flew out from the Sea Swallowing Seashell again.
"This …"
Everyone looked at Fang Yun in disbelief. It seemed that Fang Yun wanted to write poems to stop the barbarians.
Stopping poems were different from other war poems. The biggest use of stopping poems was to stop the enemy. Even if other forces were added, it would be difficult to exert its full power. The advantage was that as long as the poem was good and talented, it could form an extremely strong stopping force.
However, stopping poems were very weak. Only after obtaining the power to turn nothingness into reality could it play a real role.
This also meant that there were very few people who had practiced the poem to a very high level. Only the author himself could bring out the greatest power. Even if the poem "White Snow Song Sends the Barbarian Emperor" was used now, it would be useless.
Fang Yun opened the Holy Page in front of him, and another drop of Holy Blood flew out.
The sickly Mist Butterfly flew out.
Behind Fang Yun, there were a total of six literature platforms, namely the Myriad People Literature Platform, the True Dragon Literature Platform, the Learning Sea Literature Platform, the Poison Attack Literature Platform, the Sin Subduing Literature Platform, and the Blood Light Literature Platform.
The six literature platforms were arranged in a row in the sky, like six huge mountains that suppressed the world.
The eyes of the millions of humans were filled with disbelief and surprise. The higher the level of literature, the more surprised they were.
The great scholar Zhao Jingkong's eyes were wide open as he carefully stared at each literature platform, carefully feeling the different power of the six literature platforms.
The ordinary barbarians on the opposite side didn't know the strength of the literature platforms, but the barbarians with extremely high demon levels were all frightened, and the killing intent in their eyes increased greatly.
"We must kill him! If we let him become a Saint, the barbarians will never have peace! "Wolf Plains made up his mind.
Ao Xuan looked at Fang Yun in shock and fear, thinking that she was lucky that she wasn't stupid enough to attack Fang Yun. If her realm was weakened to the Dragon King level by Wen Xing Long Jue, even if she had the body of a Great Dragon King, she might not be able to gain any advantage in front of the six literature platforms.
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept past, and the powerful flames released by the Heaven Incinerating Furnace became erratic. At this moment, it was like a candle flame that could be extinguished at any time.
A thousand feet long cyan dragon head appeared behind Fang Yun.
At the Dragon Saint Star position, the power of the Eastern Sea Dragon Saint Ao Yu appeared.
All the barbarians trembled, and Ao Xuan even lowered her head humbly.
The dragon head didn't move, but everyone felt that it had already scanned the entire place, as if it had grasped all the secrets of the world.
"Pretending to be mysterious, attack!"
Wolf Plains raised the golden axe high and issued the final order.
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