A mighty sound rang out, like a heavy hammer hitting a drum. Heaven and earth were dim, and the entire corridor was pitch black.
Then, the Grand Sun rose above the roof, the mountain on the left broke through the ground, and the river on the right surged out. The ground under their feet turned into soil, turning the corridor into a world of blood.
Unlike the previous Bloody Light World, there was a new kind of Saintly Way Mighty Power in addition to the thin Holy Qi and the power of decay.
Although this holy power was far less dense than the power of Half-saint, the purity of the breath and the vastness of the holy power were above the power of decay.
In the world of blood, behind Fang Yun, a new mountain rose from the ground. It was autumn, and chrysanthemums were in full bloom. When the autumn air was cool, there was a sense of desolation.
After the mountain rose, Fang Yun's mind moved, and a page flew out of his Sea Swallowing Seashell, turning into light and dissipating.
Peach trees suddenly appeared around Fang Yun, and the peach blossoms were bright and fragrant.
The chrysanthemums were elegant, and the peach blossoms were romantic.
Fang Yun ignored the battle and happily picked up the brush, saying, "As a poem, 'Journey to Peach Blossom Spring', and Tao Sheng's' Peach Blossom Spring '."
The fishing boat chased the water and loved the mountain spring, and the peach blossoms on both sides of the river.
Sitting and looking at the red trees, one doesn't know the distance, and walking through the green stream, one ignores the people.
Sneaking through the mountain pass, one looks at the flat land after the mountain opens.
Looking at the cloud tree in the distance, one looks at the scattered bamboo.
The woodcutter had the Han name, but the dweller didn't change his clothes.
The dweller lived together in Wulingyuan, and even built a farm outside of things.
The house under the moonlight was quiet, and the chickens and dogs were noisy in the clouds when the sun rose.
It was shocking to hear that the common people fought to gather, and competed to return home to ask about the city.
At the peaceful and bright lane, the flowers bloomed, and the fisherman and woodcutter entered with the water at dusk.
At first, they avoided the place and went to the human world, and didn't return until they became immortals.
Who knows what happened in the gorge, and looked at the Kongyun Mountain from the human world.
It was hard to see in the spiritual realm, and one's heart was not finished.
Out of the cave, separated by mountains and rivers, the Ci family planned to travel for a long time.
They said that the past was not confused, and they knew the current changes.
At that time, they only remembered the deep mountains, and the green stream flowed to the cloud forest.
Spring is full of peach blossoms, it is hard to tell where to find the source of immortality.
Fang Yun composed a poem and the Peach Blossom Spring, and the Peach Blossom Spring resonated with Tao Yuanming's Half-saint robe. Fang Yun's saintly aura surged again.
The blood-red light seemed to have spread out for thousands of miles. The peach blossoms and chrysanthemums were beautiful, and the world was bright and beautiful.
A surging aura shook the corridor.
Behind Fang Yun, a faintly discernible illusory old man appeared. His back was facing everyone, and he was carrying a bamboo basket on his back. He was walking in the fields, fertilizing and weeding, leisurely and contented.
Not far away, the Sunfall Holy Spirit looked at Fang Yun in shock. At first, when it saw the tortoise armor behind Fang Yun, it didn't care, because Fang Yun was only a human and couldn't use the full power of the tortoise armor. It could only be used as a particularly sturdy armor.
Later, when Tao Yuanming's Half-saint robe appeared, Fang Yun's aura surged, and the Sunfall Holy Spirit was only surprised. But now, the aura of the Half-saint robe was close to the strongest body in the world, and Fang Yun had completely activated it.
The Sunfall Holy Spirit was a bit regretful, but then a look of determination flashed in its eyes.
"I'll see what you can do as an emperor!" Instead of retreating, the Sunfall Holy Spirit advanced. The sun ring behind it suddenly expanded, and its diameter increased to more than ten meters. Then, there seemed to be a space crack in the middle of the ring, and a bit of divine light flew out and landed behind the Sunfall Holy Spirit's head.
The Sunfall Holy Spirit showed a pained expression. Its body trembled slightly, and a strange light flowed around its body. The light around its body condensed into hexagonal mirrors. These mirrors connected to each other and formed a pure white armor.
The mirror armor started to reflect all kinds of light.
Fang Yun's Bloody World had been attacking the Sunfall Holy Spirit, but now, all the power that fell on the mirror armor was reflected back.
A dark yellow sandstorm seemed to have formed around the Sunfall Holy Spirit. All sorts of terrifying powers collided around him, forming a storm of power. There were faint signs of the Divine Path clashing, and the sounds of countless worlds slaughtering one another were heard.
The surging power was so strong that it could easily kill a Fifth State Demon King or a human Wen Zong.
The power of Fang Yun's country was almost completely nullified by the mirror armor.
The Sunfall Holy Spirit didn't let its guard down, because just like before, once its mind left the mirror armor, it would still be swallowed by an unknown power.
"What a miraculous country. If I kill you and bring your body back to the peak of the Rising Sun Mountain, the three Saints will definitely reward me handsomely. And you will also become an excellent carrier of the Sunfall Holy Spirit. Perhaps you will become a Saint of the Sunfall Peak! "
After that, the Sunfall Holy Spirit didn't move its feet, but its body seemed to be pushed by a great power. It sped up toward Fang Yun. Wherever it passed, the storm of power swept over everything, untouched by disasters.
Fang Yun held the writing brush in his hand. With a wave of his hand, a Saint Level Literary Heart appeared. With a light wave of the brush, the ink spilled, and the Great Confucian Army Camp Poem "Breaking the Formation" was formed. Behind him, an army camp appeared on the Southern Mountain.
Then Fang Yun actually waved again, making a sword summoning poem. He opened his mouth, and two True Dragon Ancient Swords with the same aura and power flew out.
The two True Dragon Ancient Swords were like two small dragons. They intertwined and danced, with Saintly Way power on their surfaces and brilliant golden light, attacking the Sunfall Holy Spirit.
The Sunfall Holy Spirit didn't care. Two of its arms waved the swords to defend, while the other two arms waved the flame whips. With a violent sound, the whips whipped toward the two True Dragon Ancient Swords.
Fang Yun didn't dodge. The two True Dragon Ancient Swords cut the two flame whips at the bend. At the same time, the ink sword below the True Dragon Ancient Swords also attacked.
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Like molten iron falling into water, the two True Dragon Ancient Swords cut through the two whips and went straight for the Sunfall Holy Spirit.
"This is impossible!" The Sunfall Holy Spirit was shocked. The power of the human race's ancient swords was only average in the ten thousand worlds. They couldn't possibly defeat the Sunfall Holy Spirit's weapon. But in the next moment, the Sunfall Holy Spirit realized that it must be the effect of the Half-saint's clothes. That was a treasure refined by the Half-saint himself. It was too powerful for the human race.
The Sunfall Holy Spirit quickly calmed down. After the True Dragon Ancient Swords passed through the thick energy storm, it waved the two flaming Sun Swords and stood next to the two True Dragon Ancient Swords.
With the sacred power provided by the Half-saint's clothes, Fang Yun didn't hesitate to use the True Dragon Ancient Swords to fight the Sunfall Holy Spirit head-on.
The four swords clashed with each other, producing a series of buzzing sounds. Flames surged, forming a blinding light that blinded everyone.
After fighting for only three breaths, Fang Yun could tell that the Sunfall Holy Spirit's talent was completely different from that of the Barbarian Monster.
The Barbarian Monster's fighting instincts were at the level of a Saint by relying on its ancestral soul. If Ye Futian fought it with the True Dragon Ancient Swords, he would be at a disadvantage. He could only test or learn from it.
The Sunfall Holy Spirit's fighting ability was far inferior to the Barbarian Monster. It was even slightly inferior to the Barbarian Monster without its ancestral soul.
The Sunfall Holy Spirit's strength lay not only in the mirror armor, but also in the nature of its power. It was as if it was a small sun. If it weren't for the power of the Half-saint's clothes, the two True Dragon Ancient Swords would have been damaged or even melted.
The Sunfall Holy Spirit's four arms made up for its shortcomings. It withdrew its whip and turned it into a Sun Sword. Using its four arms and four Sun Swords, it attacked Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Swords.
Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Swords were immediately at a disadvantage. They were often hit.
However, Tao Yuanming's strength wasn't the battle of words.
It was poetry.
Coincidentally, Fang Yun's battle poetry was also very strong.
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