At this moment, Fang Yun's mind was full of thoughts. It seemed that as long as he wanted to, he could flatten Thunder Mountain. At the same time, he had an unprecedented desire. In a few years, he could be canonized as a saint, rule Saint Burial Valley, and destroy thousands of worlds with one hand.
However, after only one breath, Fang Yun's face turned red and white.
"I'm only a Grand Scholar!"
Fang Yun murmured in his mind. The chaotic thoughts in his mind slowly sank and disappeared.
Fang Yun's eyes brightened, and a look of realization appeared on his face. He did not expect to be in such a state when he obtained a power that did not match his own. At the same time, he felt a trace of joy. Using Saint Qi this time, he could multitask. He could fight while secretly cultivating.
At this moment, he could practice the Holy Path as a Half-saint.
Fang Yun was already at the peak of the Grand Scholar level. If he continued to study and practice, he could only learn the Way of the Great Confucian.
"Wonderful!"
Fang Yun murmured in his mind. He ordered his divine mind to practice in the Literature Palace. Then he used two strands of Holy Qi to write a poem in one stroke.
"The north wind blows the white grass on the ground. Snow falls in August. Suddenly, like a spring breeze, thousands of pear trees bloom …"
On the paper was "White Snow Song Sends Off the Barbarian Emperor."
"The grass on the plains withered and flourished with each year. Wildfire can't burn it, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows. The flowers invade the ancient road, and the green connects the Barbarian City. I send off the Barbarian Emperor again, full of love. "
He was reciting "To Obtain the Ancient Origin Grass Sends Off the Barbarian Emperor."
These two poems had stopped hundreds of millions of troops in the north of Ning 'an. Now, they had come to Thunder Mountain.
Although there was no Holy Page, there was Holy Qi.
The Xuehai Literature Platform appeared behind Fang Yun. The surface of the platform was rippling with Holy Qi, absorbing the power of Holy Qi.
In the Land of Thunder, the wind and clouds suddenly changed. Snow mountains stood tall and covered the grassland. In the heavy snow, everything was frozen. Only the wild grass didn't yield to heaven and earth. It merged with the wind and snow and climbed up the mountain, trying to bind the Thunder Dragon.
The anti-enemy poem infused with Holy Qi was no small matter, and it appeared quickly. The thunder dragon crashed into the mountain and looked around. It was in the vast snow, and it looked angry.
When it saw the large amount of weeds rising, it became even more furious. It waved its claws fiercely and lightning poured down like a waterfall, covering the entire snowy mountain.
Boom boom boom …
Amidst the deafening roar, the mountains collapsed and the grass withered.
With just one blow, Fang Yun's most powerful poem had vanished into thin air.
However, these two poems only lasted for five breaths of time.
Yamanaka Yang praised: "In terms of power, human poetry is undeniably the best. As for us, we have more strength than skill. "
When the Thunder Dragon saw Fang Yun running away, it was furious. It took a deep breath and roared in front of Fang Yun.
With the Thunder Dragon's command, countless lightning bolts appeared. All the lightning bolts within a radius of three thousand miles gathered above Fang Yun. Then, they surrounded Fang Yun and descended, instantly forming a lightning prison with a radius of three thousand feet.
The walls of the lightning prison were made up of countless lightning. They were densely packed and intertwined, shining brightly, sealing off all directions and the sky.
"Oh no! Let's attack together! "
Everyone fiercely bombarded the walls of the lightning prison. Dazzling brilliance burst out like rainbows, and the lightning wall in front of them became thin. They were about to attack again to break it open, but in the blink of an eye, lightning fell from the sky again, filling up the thin area.
"Oh no …"
Fang Yun remembered the Dragons' records. The lightning prison gathered all the lightning power within a radius of several thousand miles. Unless someone could extinguish all the lightning within a thousand miles, they would be trapped and die.
"If I become an Emperor, I won't be afraid of a lightning prison …" Yamanaka Yang said with hatred.
"Unfortunately, the ground of Weilei Mountain has been tempered by lightning and fire. It's extremely solid. We can't escape even if we want to."
"This place is too far away from Fengmao Mountain. The Mountain Saints can't help."
"There's no way to escape. We can only break it with force."
The Mountain Saint Spirits gritted their teeth and began to use their Holy Qi to attack desperately.
Fang Yun also infused his Holy Qi into the battle poem and the True Dragon Ancient Sword. He began to attack continuously.
The lightning prison towered into the sky. It was at least three thousand feet tall. The lightning dragon floated in the sky and looked at Fang Yun and the Mountain Saint Spirits with contempt. It was like a cat playing with a mouse. It was not in a hurry to attack.
Everyone attacked with all their might. After using up a cloud of Holy Qi each, they still could not do anything to the lightning prison.
For Fang Yun, the biggest gain was that he had a deeper understanding of the Holy Qi battle poem. In the future, when he fought with others, he would be even more powerful.
At least until now, no one was willing to use up a cloud of Holy Qi to practice.
After repeated attacks, Fang Yun found that the lightning prison was not perfect. Although the lightning dragon was strong, it was only because of its talent. It was not very clever. The Mountain Saint Spirits could not detect it, but Fang Yun could easily detect it with his human wisdom.
After that, Fang Yun secretly discussed with the Mountain Saint Spirits. After a short practice, they suddenly attacked and blasted a big hole in the lightning prison.
Everyone was overjoyed. Just as they were about to break out, a series of strange cries came from the sky. The lightning prison suddenly changed. Billions of thunderbolts bombarded from the sky.
"Oh no, the lightning dragon is attacking!" Shan Zhongyang shouted as he fought against the thunderbolts.
Everyone was trapped. It was difficult to dodge in the narrow space. They could only resist the thunderbolts and had no strength to break out. They could only watch the big hole slowly being filled by the thunderbolts.
Fang Yun sighed helplessly. He grabbed the Sea Swallowing Seashell and poured his Holy Qi into it.
A moment later, an object that looked like a carriage or a chair fell in the air. It was made of wood. The brown texture was clear. Its surface was as smooth as jade. There was a yellow canopy hanging from it. The seat cushion was made of tiger skin and the back of the chair was made of dragon skin. It was simple but luxurious.
The wooden carriage looked simple, but it exuded a murderous aura. There seemed to be a ferocious beast in the carriage that could command thousands of troops and flatten a world at any time.
Fang Yun sat on it and looked at the Nine Realms calmly.
The ten Mountain Holy Spirits were amazed.
Fang Yun consumed a total of four masses of Holy Qi and summoned Wuhou's chariot. He then sent a whole mass of Holy Qi into Wuhou's chariot and combined it with the incomplete Peach Blossom Spring in Wuhou's chariot to drive it.
The truly powerful Wuhou's carriage was driven by the Confucian True Text, and its Holy Qi was even more powerful.
Fang Yun said as if he was sitting in a throne room, "This lightning prison is powerful and has the power of heaven. The lightning dragon may not be able to keep on creating. As long as we break it, we can fly freely. Next, you guys break the wall using the previous method. I will use Wuhou's carriage to block it for a few seconds. After that, we will break out together! "
"Okay!"
The surface of Wuhou's carriage was faintly glowing, as if it was carved from jade. Fang Yun patted it gently. Wuhou's carriage was filled with Holy Qi. The canopy on top of it glowed with silver light like smoke and rain. It rose slowly like a starry sky. The thunderbolts in the sky could not penetrate it.
Fang Yun sat in the middle of the carriage and held up thousands of lightning bolts.
The ten Mountain Holy Spirits were overjoyed. They immediately attacked with all their might and broke a big hole in the lightning wall. Then, they rushed out with Fang Yun.
"Roar …"
The lightning dragon let out an angry roar and stretched out its huge claw again.
Without the lightning prison, everyone fought against the lightning as they ran. They were getting closer and closer to the exit of Thunder Weaving Mountain.
At this moment, Ye Hongyu raised his eyebrows. He noticed something amiss in the lightning in the distance. After a few seconds of silence, he turned around and ran.
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