While Fang Yun's main body was talking, Huanmo Fang Yun suddenly grinned and recited a poem that could be used even without the Qi of Heaven and Earth.
Because this poem consumed one's lifespan.
Hard times come by, the spears fall from the sky.
Mountains and rivers shatter, the wind flutters, the ups and downs of one's life.
Fear speaks of fear on the beach, and sighs in the ocean.
Everyone dies since the beginning of time, and the loyal heart shines in the history!
Huanmo Fang Yun turned into smoke and dissipated, but the power of this poem surged into Fang Yun's body.
"Thank you, Lord Jian Mei!"
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he held the Great Confucian Treasure Brush, dipped it in ink, and swung it horizontally.
When the brush landed, the aura of talent soared to the stars, and the power of dragons and phoenixes could not be retracted.
Three thousand guests were drunk with flowers, and one sword froze fourteen states.
The drum horns lifted the sky, and the air was cold, and the wind waves moved the mountains.
Peace was forever the golden sky pillar, and who envied the marquis of ten thousand households!
The world was cold, and golden light fell from the sky, forming the shape of Peace City and enveloping Fang Yun, forming a strong defense.
Strangely, in the golden light of Peace City, there were countless translucent scholars who were either writing or reciting. Golden words flew out from the mouths of the brushes, forming a line and entering Fang Yun's literature palace.
When the golden light fell, an arc of silver light flew out along the tip of the brush, like a curved blade, flying horizontally and cutting towards the Shell Wing Emperor.
In the process of flying, the silver arc quickly enlarged, and finally became a hundred miles long.
Wherever the silver arc blade passed, the ground froze, and white frost spread. The flames from the previous battle were all extinguished.
When the silver arc blade arrived in front of the Shell Wing Emperor, the sword light shone like the moon, murderous, and destructive aura burst out from the sword light.
With a flash of cold light, fourteen states were destroyed.
Clang!
The sword light slashed onto the shell of the Shell Wing Emperor, creating a loud sound. The Shell Wing Emperor's body was sent flying, and a deep horizontal hole was cut in the second layer of the shell. Cracks spread around the hole.
"Why can you still use war poems? Why are there voices of all living beings in the poem? Why … "
Before the Beilwing Emperor could finish, Fang Yun stepped forward and waved his brush a second time. The golden light shone again, and Ning Ancheng's golden light was even stronger. The Frost Sword Qi appeared again, and it slashed the Beilwing Emperor's shell.
Next, Bei Yi Emperor looked at Fang Yun in disbelief because Fang Yun wrote a battle poem with every step he took and a sword light with every stroke.
The powerful war poems of the Great Confucian were being shot out continuously like a crossbow.
Sword light flashed in a continuous manner.
The lightning summoned by the Baywing Emperor had only destroyed the first layer of Golden Light Ning An City that had been strengthened by the Morality Poem. The subsequent layers of Golden Light Ning An City were getting stronger at an unbelievable speed.
Wen Ying's poem became Fang Yun's book, a brush, a sword, a peace.
As soon as the sword light appeared, the sound of air being torn apart was heard.
At this moment, cold light flashed continuously on Hundred Coffin Island as strange sounds rang out continuously.
Bei Yi Emperor had become a live target. Frost Sword Qi landed on his body one after another, making it impossible for him to dodge.
He also tried to summon thunderbolts to attack Fang Yun continuously, but Fang Yun's momentum was already established. The golden light of Ning An City had accumulated too many layers, and the divine thunderbolts were weaker than the previous one. They could not do anything to Fang Yun at all.
Fang Yun withstood the lightning and walked forward step by step, getting closer to Bei Yi Emperor.
Frost Sword Qi shone in the air.
"Why … Why is there such a battle poem? What's the use of the forbidden divine wood …"
Bei Yi Emperor panicked and started to attack randomly while defending with all his might.
Having said that, the Frosty Sword Qi was too powerful. In addition to the support of the various Wen Hearts of the Fang Qi, the powers of the Kong Zi, the Demon Ancestor, and the Dragon Saint Star, as well as the withering power left behind by the Illusion Magic Cube, the power of each sword was close to that of a newly advanced Ruler.
Fang Yun was no longer in a sorry state. The light in his eyes and the Frost Sword Qi reflected each other.
Praising the ancients and praising the sages was one of the biggest categories of human poetry. Many poems became war poems because of praising the sages. However, these war poems only appeared after the death of the sages. Occasionally, a half-step saint would recite these war poems, but they had never been handed down.
The human Half-saint once prophesied that once a living saint was recited, a battle poem would be passed down from generation to generation. Then, the saint who was recited would gain the favor of the Literati Star. There would be no restrictions on using this poem.
It did not need talent, Primordial Qi of Heaven and Earth. It did not need to be recited or written. It did not need to care about the vibrations of qi after repeated use … The only restriction was where the Literati Star shone.
This was the greatest gift of the Literati Star.
If that was all, the power of this poem would not be enough to defend against the Bei Yi Emperor's divine lightning.
The reason why there were the images of scholars in Golden Light Ning An City and the weak voice of all living beings and the weak power of living beings was because of the Sacred Apricot Star Festival.
The resonance of all living beings.
This phenomenon combined all the poems of the Sacred Apricot Star Festival. When Fang Yun used this battle poem, its power was greatly increased.
Not only that, this phenomenon also gave the poem Fang Yun's power. He could write it with just a wave of the saint grade Literati Heart.
From now on, any great scholar who used this poem could write it with just a wave of the brush. They did not need to spend time writing it.
Fang Yun wrote the battle poem with every step. His power kept increasing. When Golden Light Ning An City accumulated to a certain level, the recitation of the scholars became deafening. It was full of piety and solemnity. It was as though Fang Yun had really become the Half-saint. It was as though Fang Yun had really become the god they worshipped.
The Bei Yi Emperor could not fight back. When the divine power was exhausted, all the shells shattered.
With a flash of cold light, the Frost Sword Qi split the Bei Yi Emperor's body into two.
"My original body will not forgive you!"
The Bei Yi Emperor yelled. His body suddenly exploded, forming waves of air that spread in all directions.
The powerful waves of air landed outside Golden Light Ning An City. The Golden Light Ning An City dissipated layer by layer, but there were still dozens of layers left.
Fang Yun put away his brush and stood still. He used all his power to check the Bei Yi Emperor's body and the remaining power to prevent it from reviving again.
After a long time, nothing happened.
Fang Yun knew that the Bei Yi Emperor was finally dead.
"Phew …"
Fang Yun let out a long breath. He sat on One Step On The Cloud and put away the Tortoise Armor Battle Body to relax his body.
Fang Yun looked down at his body. His clothes were already burned. His skin was covered in bruises. This was an injury that could not be healed even after eating so many Flesh Incarnation Fruits. It was obvious how serious it was.
Fang Yun's body was only in its original shape. It could collapse at any time.
After eating so many Flesh Incarnation Fruits and suffering such a powerful attack, his body could not take it. He could only rely on the medical books to keep his body running.
"Let's deal with the Forbidden Divine Wood first."
Fang Yun used the methods recorded by the human race. It took him four hours to destroy the Forbidden Divine Wood and absorb the Qi of Heaven and Earth again.
Fang Yun looked at the herb garden where the Flesh Incarnation Fruits grew. He could only recover after eating the Flesh Incarnation Fruit. If he delayed for too long, he might get sick. Even a Half-saint might not be able to help him. He needed to be at least a Quasi-saint.
"Next, I need to find a way to get the medicine."
Fang Yun sat on One Step On The Cloud and flew toward the center of the herb garden.
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