At the same time, Fang Yun started to write the poem.
Bestowing the ancient origin grass to the Barbarian Emperor.
The grass on the plains, withering and blooming with each passing year.
The wildfire cannot burn it out, it grows again with the spring breeze.
The flowers invade the ancient path, green and majestic city.
Then send the Barbarian Emperor, full of parting feelings.
With a wave of his hand, a poem was formed.
Four Literary Heart Fish jumped out from the Sea of Knowledge and landed on the Saint Page, forming four rare literary heart powers.
Days passed like years, increasing the duration of the poem greatly.
Using the same trick, the poem could appear again after disappearing, just that the power was slightly weaker.
Adding insult to injury, at the price of consuming twice the talent qi, the poem's power increased greatly.
Chisel the wall to steal light, as long as the poem attacked the enemy, one's talent qi would continuously increase.
Soon after, the Sin Suppressing Side Hall's door on the Sin Suppressing Platform opened. The Sin Turtle did not appear, but countless chains flew out from within, like countless snakes entering the poem.
The true dragon on the True Dragon Platform and the poisonous snake on the Poison Attack Platform danced together, continuously sending their power into the Saint Page.
Wu Die stood on Fang Yun's shoulder, taking a deep breath and exhaling.
Endless weak water and strange wind rushed into the Saint Page.
The Dragons ruled the four seas, but weak water was not one of them.
After spitting out weak water and strange wind, Wu Die closed its eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
After absorbing a large amount of energy, the surface of the poem shone with layers of light. The ink turtle roared and spat out a mouthful of thick ink, evenly landing on every word that Fang Yun wrote.
Fang Yun's calligraphy was originally at the third level, but now, it had temporarily increased by one level, reaching the fourth level, Dragon and Snake.
The True Dragon Platform and the Poison Attack Platform were not the Poetry Platform, and could not be completely absorbed by the poem like the Sea of Knowledge Platform. But now, the words had turned into dragons and snakes, becoming of the same origin as the True Dragon and the poisonous snake on the Poison Attack Platform, rapidly absorbing the power of the True Dragon and the poisonous snake.
The poem flew up high, and the star power of the Eastern Sea Dragon Sage turned into an Azure Dragon, entering the Saint Page.
Finally, the Saint Page burned, turning into countless rays of light, landing on the ground.
Turning Void into Reality!
With Fang Yun as the center, the grass on the plains grew at an unbelievable speed, instantly covering a hundred miles, entering the flames.
In the beginning, the wild grass was quickly burned to ashes. However, the wild grass seemed to be immortal. It continued to absorb Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi and continued to pour into the fire.
. and the grass in front of Fang, the barbarians were like countless ropes. the barbarians.
These grass ropes instantly bound Barbarian Hou tightly. Barbarian Hou needed a lot of strength to break free from one of the grass ropes, but during this time, there were already three more grass ropes on his body. Barbarian Commander, Barbarian Barbarian Barbarian Barbarian, Barbarian Barbarian Barbarian.
Barbarian Barbarian Barbarian Emperor, Barbarian times Barbarian Barbarian arian Barbarian Barbarian..
What made them feel the most helpless was that these weeds also contained the power of poison, weak water, and strange wind. It was impossible to guard against them.
The Barbarian Barbarian Barbarian Barbarian Barbarians....
. barbarian Barbarian Barbarian, Barbarian... barbarian energy. barbarian barbarian barian's
Barbarian Barbarian Barbarian Kings stopped and looked at Wolf Plains, waiting for the next order.
The Barbarian Emperor frowned when he saw this.
Fang Yun had grasped the weakness of the barbarians.
The Barbarian Emperor could shatter a mountain with a punch and sink an island with a punch. Now, he could also shatter the grass for dozens of miles with a punch. However, no matter how powerful an Emperor was, he could not deal with the grass without hurting the other barbarians.
Barbarian Barbarians only knew how to use their strongest power to kill. They would never consider suppressing their power to save others.
"Try using demonic arts!"
Some of the barbarians that were proficient in yao arts immediately made a move, but Fang Yun's obstructing poem was too powerful. All the weeds seemed to have gone crazy. Even if the yao arts were occasionally effective, new weeds would immediately replace them.
The higher-ups of the barbarians were at their wits' end. This poem had reached the level of Great Confucian War Poem. Unless a barbarian Barbarian Saint came, no Emperor could deal with it. There were some Half-saint treasures that could directly kill the grass, but those treasures were in the Demon Realm.
Wolf Plains looked at the Heaven-burning Furnace hanging high in the sky. He wanted to let the flames burn all the grass, but that would also burn more than 90,000 of the most elite barbarians.
Not to mention the barbarian commanders, even barbarian kings would be burned to ashes if they touched a spark from the Heaven-burning Furnace.
"Not good!" Ao Xuan was anxious and angry. She looked at the humans.
Wolf Plains hurriedly looked over. He saw that in the raging flames, a wide path had appeared. It connected to the end of the world as if it could really connect to Ning An City.
The path was green and parted in the sea of fire. It was like a miracle.
The crimson world could not suppress the vitality of the poem!
The hope of the human race could not be stopped even by the flames of the Half-saint position!
"Advance!"
Zhang Po Yue took a deep breath and roared. His eyes were as bright as the moon. That was the light of hope.
The smell of the burning fire was mixed with the fragrance of the grass.
The path was lined with fire and the ground was covered with green grass. The humans ran with all their might.
"Damn that Fang Yun!"
Wolf Plains looked at Fang Yun who was running away. He then looked at the 90,000 barbarians who were tortured and killed by the grass ropes. He wanted to use the Heaven-burning Furnace to burn Fang Yun to death. However, he knew very well that before the flames touched Fang Yun, Notre-Dame would kill all the barbarians.
The power of the poem was scattered because of the area and duration. The barbarian kings might only be injured but not killed. However, if the barbarian commanders and barbarian nobles were not saved, the 90,000 elites would all die.
After all, this was a poem that had reached the level of a great scholar.
Among the barbarian commanders and barbarian nobles who were trapped, many of them were Wolf Plains's descendants.
They were the future barbarian kings or great barbarian kings. They were the true reserve power of the barbarian wolf race.
"Think of a way to save them first!"
Wolf Plains immediately led the great barbarian kings to attack. They suppressed their power and used a method that they had never used before. They were as clumsy as mechanical men doing embroidery. They constantly used external force to crush the grass and used their qi and blood to save the barbarian nobles and barbarian commanders.
The great barbarian kings cursed as they treated the barbarians. They would rather face a hundred great scholar poems than a great scholar poem.
Ao Xuan sighed helplessly when she saw how clumsy the barbarians were. The barbarians' intelligence was far inferior to that of the human race. She could only go and save the barbarians herself. The Dragons' exquisite use of power was far superior to the barbarians. Therefore, she was not as powerful as the Barbarian Emperor, but she saved more barbarians than the Barbarian Emperor.
The barbarians were in chaos while the humans calmly retreated.
In the army, countless people shouted their thanks to Fang Yun.
However, Fang Yun sat on the "One Step to Heaven" and followed behind the troops without saying a word.
Only the scholars who were of high literary status knew that Fang Yun was the same as last time. In order to unleash the greatest power of the poem, he had exhausted all his talent. If it was not for the power of "Chisel the Wall to Steal Light and Wen Xin", he would have fainted long ago.
Exhausting one's talent with a hundred battle poems would only make one tired. However, exhausting it all at once would cause harm to the body.
Many scholars noticed that Fang Yun's complexion was not right. Therefore, one after another, people used the poem "Spring Garden Views on Water" to help Fang Yun.
However, they were soon stopped.
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