"Sky …"
A strange sound came from the blue mountain peak. Then, a silver light flashed, and another three silver tentacles came out. Each tentacle was covered with blood-red suction cups, and the sharp teeth on the suction cups were constantly extending and retracting, as if they were chewing and biting.
Finally, a huge suction cup with a diameter of more than 30 meters came out from the mountain. The circular suction cup was where the four tentacles were connected. The teeth inside were arranged in a ring, and there were seven layers. They kept wriggling and biting, looking extremely ferocious.
The severed tentacles quickly grew out. Four arms, each of which required ten people to encircle, were like four giant dragons. They either curled, slapped, whipped, or poked at Fang Yun.
At the same time, an extremely vicious and evil aura enveloped a radius of 50 kilometers.
The great scholar of the four realms, Yun Yangzhao, looked terrified. Black fog loomed in his eyes as he retreated instinctively, wanting to escape. He only stopped abruptly after three breaths, but there was still fear in his eyes.
He clenched his teeth, but his body was still trembling. Then, he used all his strength to take out Mencius, which he majored in, and recited it word by word.
As he kept reciting, the trembling of his body gradually decreased.
The formless vicious aura was present at all times. Yun Yangzhao dared not stop. As he recited, he looked at Fang Yun who was in front of him.
Yun Yangzhao was stunned. He almost forgot that he had to recite to resist. He quickly continued reciting while looking at Fang Yun in shock.
Fang Yun seemed to be unaffected. He was not attacked by the vicious aura at all. He just stood there naturally.
Yun Yangzhao suddenly felt ashamed. He finally remembered what Yi Zhishi had said. It looked like Fang Yun had indeed achieved great success in the Scripture of Definite Healing. Not minor success, but major success. In this aspect, the other great scholars were far behind.
Looking at Fang Yun's tall and majestic figure that was clearly young, Yun Yangzhao sighed softly. Then, he looked gratified.
"Finally, a young man has extended his hand to support the world of the human race!"
Yun Yangzhao continued to watch the battle.
At first, the fangs were just probing, but soon, the four tentacles began to accelerate. They waved faster and faster, and soon, they broke through the sound barrier. Every time they waved, there would be an ear-piercing sound, especially at the tip of the tentacles. The sound it produced had become a powerful attack.
Yun Yangzhao felt that Fang Yun had already been enveloped by the shadows of tentacles. He was like a sapling in a storm, swaying unsteadily and about to be destroyed at any moment.
Yun Yangzhao only looked at it for a while before he felt slightly dizzy. He was shocked and didn't expect the tentacles to be so ferocious. He was a great scholar of the fourth realm, but he couldn't see the movement of the tentacles clearly.
After some calculations, Yun Yangzhao discovered that not only the fourth realm, but even the fifth realm scholars would find it difficult to capture the terrifying speed of the attack. Only those at the level of a literary genius could see the terrifying attack clearly.
Fang Yun hadn't released the world of the country yet. Other than using the three emperor skeletons to attack, he used conventional battle poems and the Battle of Words to attack.
Yun Yangzhao was very shocked. It wasn't strange for the three emperor skeletons to block one tentacle each, but Fang Yun's battle poems and the Battle of Words could capture the movement of the tentacles. Just the True Dragon Sword alone could easily block the attack of a tentacle. Occasionally, battle poems would even fly near the fangs' vital point, the biggest sucker.
Now, amid the dancing tentacles, Fang Yun gave off a feeling that he was as steady as Mount Tai.
"Fang Xusheng is indeed extraordinary …" Yun Yangzhao sighed softly.
Then, he suddenly exclaimed in surprise. He realized that he hadn't recited Mencius. The ferocious intent was still there, but he was no longer affected.
Yun Yangzhao looked carefully and saw that Fang Yun had just released the power of the country of the country. A power filled with decay and decay spread between heaven and earth. The ferocious intent was like withered leaves, withering and dispersing.
"This is the mysterious power of the Divine Path that he used in the battle before …" Yun Yangzhao's eyes lit up.
The moment Fang Yun released the world of the country of the country, his calm gaze suddenly changed. He became extremely focused.
Earlier, he had been observing the fangs' strength to prepare for other ferocious creatures in the future. Now that he understood it, he was ready to kill it.
The fangs had four tentacles and sharp sucker teeth, but there was an ancient demon that could restrain it to a certain extent.
The Book of History of the School of Historians appeared before him. Fang Yun read softly.
"Hanging silk, born in the ancient desert, without leaves or branches, with roots as its feet. It travels thirty feet in a day, enters the river for a thousand years, grows thousands of vines and leaves, and turns into a demon …"
A stone door of the Path of History appeared behind Fang Yun. Inside the stone door of the Path of History flowed the mighty river of history.
A huge white tree that was hundreds of feet tall leaped out of the river of history and appeared beside Fang Yun. The huge tree also had a trunk and branches, but the difference was that it did not have leaves. Instead, it had vines with extremely smooth surfaces. There were as many as thirty thousand of them.
Each vine glowed faintly, and there were different colored patterns on each vine. The style was strange, and even the strange paintings of the future could not compare to it.
It was a third realm ancient demon, Hanging Silk.
Yun Yangzhao was dumbfounded. He never expected Fang Yun to be able to cultivate the Book of History to such an extent. This was a realm that only scholars who specialized in the School of Historians could reach. Furthermore, no one in human history could summon an ancient demon from the river of history, not even the Saints!
Hanging Silk's thousands of vines swayed gently and suddenly shot toward the fangs' huge sucker mouth like sharp arrows. There was an ear-piercing sound as it tore through the air.
The fangs screamed and suddenly closed the sucker mouth tightly. Then, it used its four tentacles to block.
The tens of thousands of vines were all blocked by the four tentacles, but the next moment, the four tentacles suddenly expanded.
The tens of thousands of vines actually burrowed into the suckers of the tentacles and kept expanding them.
The fangs of the fangs were very sharp, but the surface of all the vines was covered in mucus, so the fangs could not close smoothly. Furthermore, the Hanging Silk contained Holy Qi and Fang Yun's Withering Power, so the fangs could not bite off all the vines. The time it took to bite off one vine was enough for two vines to burrow in.
Furthermore, each vine that was bitten off would quickly grow back.
After a few breaths, both Fang Yun and Yun Yangzhao could see that the Hanging Silk could not kill the fangs. It could only restrict its movements. If the stalemate continued, the third realm Hanging Silk would definitely be defeated by the fangs.
However, there was still Fang Yun.
Under the cover of the Hanging Silk's vines, the True Dragon Sword silently hit the fangs' huge suckers. It killed seven layers of fangs along the way and pierced through them, leaving behind a terrifying Withering Power before it quickly returned.
The seven-patterned True Dragon Sword was indestructible!
"Empty … empty … empty …"
The fangs kept crying out in pain, but it could not deal with the Hanging Silk in a short time. After being pierced by the True Dragon Sword ten times, the power of Withering appeared.
The fangs' realm fell from Emperor to the fifth realm.
The fangs suddenly tried to retreat desperately, wanting to escape, but its tentacles were tightly entangled by the Hanging Silk.
After only three breaths, the True Dragon Sword killed it with one strike.
Fang Yun's mountain island once again reached the blue mountain peak and continued to devour the blue mountain and the fangs at the same time.
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