Not only were the three scholars looking around in astonishment, even the ancient corpses felt the vibration of the heaven and earth energy and looked around.
The ancient ox emperor corpse even suddenly slowed down and became vigilant.
After the three scholars looked around, they looked at Fang Yun almost at the same time.
Fang Yun stood on the One Step On Clear Skies. Although he was a scholar, he was wearing a scholar's green robe. He was concentrating on writing on a pale golden saint page with the brush in his hand.
This time, he did not use the brush to write quickly. Instead, he wrote word by word as if he was writing normally. This allowed each stroke to have the shadow of a sword and each word had the shape of a mountain and river. Fang Yun's calligraphy realm was already close to the fourth realm. If he calmed down and cultivated for a while, he would be able to create the momentum of a dragon and snake with his brush.
The ancient ox emperor corpse continued to attack Fang Yun, but Fang Yun was multitasking and had many backup plans. It couldn't do anything to Fang Yun.
The three scholars' divine senses rose into the sky and looked at the words on the saint page from above.
While drunk, I look at the sword under the lamp. In my dream, I blow the horn and join the camp.
Eight hundred miles under my command, fifty bowstrings fluttering beyond the Great Wall.
Soldiers on the battlefield in autumn!
The horse moves quickly, the bow is like a thunderbolt, the bowstring is frightening.
Accomplishing the affairs of the world, winning the reputation of life and death.
Never in vain!
During the writing process, the entire poem's aura was constantly released. The heaven and earth energy was like a moth flying into the flame. It was as if the saint page was a huge hole in the heaven and earth, swallowing all the heaven and earth energy.
However, in an instant, all the heaven and earth energy in the surroundings were swallowed up.
The three Grand Confucian scholars had no choice but to use the True Dragon Ancient Sword and other powers, while the ancient corpses' movements became sluggish, and their attacks became weak. Without enough Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, they couldn't use many of their skills.
When the last word was spoken, a magnificent and strange divine light came from the Saint Page like a fountain and shot out endless rainbow-colored divine light. Even the Ancient God Pagoda couldn't stop it as it rushed into the sky and permeated the sky above the Gods Bestow Mountains and Seas. Finally, it broke through the Gods Bestow Mountains and Seas and formed a rainbow-colored light anomaly in the sky above the Saint Burial Valley.
The Ancestor of Poetry's Treasure Light couldn't be covered by a single world.
When the first completely new type of battle poem was born, it would form a new treasure light. Because the poem was formed earlier than the words, it was called the Poetic Ancestor's Treasure Light.
In the Gods Bestow Mountains and Seas, the great scholars of the human race were extremely excited when they saw the Ancestor of Poetry's treasured light in the sky. Some were reciting poems while others were drinking wine.
The complexions of many demons and barbarians changed.
A mountain island not far from the Ancient God Pagoda was speeding towards the Ancient God Pagoda. On the towering mountain island stood an extremely strange and ferocious creature.
The ferocious creature's body was somewhat similar to a human's, but it was exceptionally soft and boneless. It was a hundred feet tall and floated in the air. Behind it, there were six pairs of pure white shells arranged like wings. There were fine golden patterns on the pure white shells.
Bei Yi.
Bei Yi looked at Ancestor Poetry's treasure light. His eyes flashed with intense coldness as if he could freeze a country.
"The world is so big. The only one who can become the Poet Ancestor's Treasure Light is Fang Yun. From the looks of it, it was the will of the heavens for me to bring along two Forbidden Divine Trees! Fang Yun, if the heavens want you dead, then you have no choice but to die! "
In a mysterious place in the Gods Bestow Mountains and Seas …
The chanting soul, the Three Thousand Eyes, and the mysterious white-robed man turned around and looked in the direction of the Ancient God Pagoda.
The chanting soul and the Three Thousand Eyes were only slightly curious while the white-robed man smiled slightly.
"Good."
Outside the Gods Bestow Mountains, in the Saint Burial Valley, there were powerful intents rising in the sky.
Suddenly, a giant black claw that covered a thousand miles rose from the Blood Graveyard of the Demons and Barbarians. It soared up for ten thousand miles and instantly appeared outside the Gods Bestow Mountains. It turned the surrounding thousand miles into an endless night. It had the power to destroy the world. The ferocious intent was overflowing and was actually going to disperse the Ancestor of Poetry's treasure light.
The Gods Bestow Mountains and Seas' saint light rushed into the sky. The powerful aura suddenly intensified. The thousand-mile giant claw was like wax near fire or snow near water. It was melting at an extremely fast speed.
That giant black claw was fearless and continued to smash at the Ancestor of Poetry's treasure light.
Suddenly, a sparkling and translucent crystal brush flew out from the Blood Graveyard of the Human Race. It was a hundred miles long and instantly arrived outside the Gods Bestow Mountains. It was like a mountain that covered the sky. It carried a brilliant divine light and stabbed at the giant black claw.
Before the crystal brush stabbed, a strange word flew out from the direction of the danger zone, Reverse Stele Mountain. It emitted an evil and ferocious divine light as if it came from the ancient times and wanted to go to the future. The divine light swept across and swept the crystal brush into the space-time turbulence. The crystal brush was very close to the black claw, but it seemed like it could never reach it.
The moment the divine text flew out of the Reverse Stele Mountain, the saint aura of the Dragons Graveyard of the Blood Graveyard of the Gods Bestow Mountains shook. A rotten dragon claw descended outside the Gods Bestow Mountains and wanted to stop the giant black claw.
However, in the depths of the Saint Burial Valley, a black sun suddenly appeared in front of the dragon claw and sucked it in.
In the Feng Skull Mountains, there was a cold snort. Then, a giant mountain that carried the power to destroy stars tried to suppress the giant black claw.
At the same time, in the Tree World, there was an endless brown tree root that crossed the space and flew straight over.
The majestic tree root was like a mountain range lying in the sky.
Everywhere in the Saint Burial Valley, there were mighty forces approaching. At this moment, they all paused and wanted to wait for the result of the tree root and the giant mountain.
The giant mountain paused for a moment as if it was preparing to dodge the tree root. However, the tree root suddenly sped up and wrapped around the giant black claw tightly. Then, it twisted violently.
The giant claw exploded. A pitch-black rain of blood spilled over a thousand miles. It was as if the end of the world had arrived.
The Gods Bestow Mountains and Seas seemed to have entered a time standstill. All the mighty forces stopped moving and then dispersed.
When the blood rain stopped, everything outside the Gods Bestow Mountains and Seas returned to normal except for the stinky blood on the ground.
The Ancestor of Poetry's treasure light that rushed into the sky was like a swallow returning to its nest. It quickly flew back to the Blood Graveyard of the human race and formed a beautiful rainbow in the sky.
The Ancient God Pagoda shook slightly and then returned to normal.
In the treasure pavilion, the situation changed slightly.
The Ancestor of Poetry's treasure light was indescribably grand. It condensed the spiritual energy of an entire race. Those ancient corpses were actually intimidated by this power and all retreated. Even the Ox Emperor Ancient Corpse looked at Fang Yun suspiciously. It didn't dare to go forward and kept growling and bluffing.
The three great scholars saw the birth of the Ancestor of Poetry's treasure light for the first time in their lives. Their faces were filled with astonishment.
The three of them didn't just pay attention to the Ancestor of Poetry's treasure light. They paid more attention to the meaning of the words.
An old general, after getting drunk at night, observed the sword under the lamp and reminisced about the past. After entering the dream, it was as if he had returned to the battlefield of the past.
In the continuous camp, the soldiers were sharing delicious beef in front of the bonfire. At the same time, they were listening to the sonorous military music.
After resting and reorganizing, in the rustling autumn wind, the bugle horn sounded. The army got into formation and the general reviewed the troops.
The warhorses were like fine steeds. The cavalry charged forward. The arrows were like thunder. The archers were shooting valiantly.
With such elite troops, it was enough to fulfill the dream of the human race's emperor. It was enough to expel the demons and barbarians, conquer the ten thousand worlds, and complete the achievement that attracted the attention of the world. It was enough to leave one's name in history.
Even if he was old, how could he feel regret?
The general left the tent and walked on the battlefield with his sword!
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