Five translucent mountains stood in the air, and a scholar stood on each peak.
On one side of Mount Tai, Fang Yun was in the light ball of his country, resisting the power of the five mountains. Behind him, the scholar jade moved continuously, and the brush in his hand flipped.
Not long after, Fang Yun's country expanded, and one after another, famous generals and monarchs appeared beside him.
After leaving Sacred Burial Valley, Fang Yun had learned all the war poems of the Great Confucian, so in this battle, he used more war poems of the Great Confucian than in Sacred Burial Valley.
Soon, ten monarchs of war poems appeared beside Fang Yun, either waving the Emperor's Sword, holding the Sovereign King Bow, or holding the Tiger Talisman to summon an army. They joined forces with Fang Yun to attack the scholar Jing Chengxi in front of them.
The rest of the spectators on the Sinful Turtle Prison Cart looked at the ten monarchs of war poems in disbelief.
Excluding the legendary war poems of the Saint Arrival, the monarchs of war poems were the strongest type of war poems. Each monarch of war poems was at least equivalent to a Great Confucian of the first realm.
However, no power could be perfect. The monarchs of war poems had an obvious shortcoming, which was that they consumed a lot of talent.
After all, every monarch had once carried the fate of the country and was the lord of the people. Once they appeared, they needed a lot of talent.
Generally speaking, a Great Confucian could summon two monarchs at most. If three monarchs were summoned, the talent could only last for fifteen minutes at most.
But now, there were ten monarchs of war poems, and all of them were famous. Shang Tang, the founding monarch of the Shang Dynasty, King Wu of Zhou, the leader of the Five Hegemons of Spring and Autumn, Liu Bang, the Great Emperor who killed the white snake, Liu Xiu, the Great Emperor who expanded the Han Dynasty, and Sun Quan …
Any Great Confucian who summoned ten monarchs of war poems at once would definitely be drained of talent. But now, Fang Yun was still alive and well, not affected at all.
Jing Yuanhu shouted from the Sinful Turtle Prison Cart, "Fang Yun is ambitious. He has amazing abilities, but he didn't reveal them in front of the Sage Temple. He must have some secret that he can't tell others by entering the Ancient Land of the Sea Cliff. "
Jing Liren helplessly glanced at his nephew and gently shook his head. There was no need for Jing Yuanhu to say this. Almost everyone could guess that Fang Yun's purpose for coming here was not simple.
Looking at Fang Yun's valiant figure fighting in front of him, a look of regret appeared on Jing Liren's face. At that time, Jing Yuanhu was in charge of the overall situation of the Jing family. He could have refused, but in the end, he underestimated Fang Yun. He thought that Fang Yun's strength was at most on par with Wen Zong after leaving the Divine Temple.
From the looks of it, Fang Yun's strength was indeed on par with Wen Zong's, but it was unknown how many people he was on par with.
Jing Liren pondered for a moment and waved his hand at Jing Chengxi with all his might. When Jing Chengxi turned his head to look at him, he opened his mouth and said, "I can take charge of the overall situation from here. Fang Yun is no small matter. You can't do anything to him. Now, we only have two choices: use that treasure to subdue him as soon as possible, or go to the Poison Desert to find the family head and Lei Tingyu, and let all the great Confucians of the Ancient Land of the Sea Cliff join forces to kill him! "
Jing Liren was very far away from Jing Chengxi. Having lost his talent, his voice could not be heard far away. However, as a great Confucian, Jing Chengxi could read lips.
After a few breaths, Jing Chengxi's expression changed slightly. Before the outcome of the battle could be determined, he suddenly threw something to Fang Yun from his sleeve.
It was a model that looked like a small boat. It was only a foot long and was condensed from countless golden grains of sand. Apart from that, it was extremely ordinary and did not even have a gorgeous light.
However, this small sand boat contained explosive power. Every grain of sand exuded a faint Saint's aura.
If one looked closely, they would find that every grain of sand was in the shape of a human head.
The minute details were extremely terrifying.
However, Fang Yun showed an undetectable smile.
"A Half-saint treasure? I have one too! "
Suddenly, everyone saw a vast expanse of whiteness in front of them. It was as if the sun had risen in front of them, and scorching heat waves swept out in all directions.
Everyone immediately narrowed their eyes and looked over. A huge bronze wheel appeared behind Fang Yun. It slowly rotated, emitting the sound of grinding stones. At the same time, it emitted a faint flame that distorted the entire sky.
The Starfire Spherical Sky Mirror released a powerful Saint's aura, blocking the sand boat.
"Eh?"
At first, Fang Yun thought that the sand boat was a complete Half-saint treasure. Since the Starfire Spherical Sky Mirror could not block it, he wanted to take out a Half-saint treasure like the Crimson Giant Flame to block it. However, the Starfire Spherical Sky Mirror blocked it, which meant that the sand boat was just a projection.
Most of the Starfire Spherical Sky Mirror's power was sealed, but it was still a complete treasure of Dragons. It could easily resist the projection of an ordinary Half-saint treasure.
"Why do you have a Half-saint treasure?!"
Jing Chengxi looked distressed and hurriedly recalled the sand boat.
However, it was too late.
The sand boat's surface was already burning with endless Sun Truefire, and the entire treasure was slowly melting.
The nineteen scholars in the Sinned Turtle Prison Cart were dumbfounded.
The reason why they had absolute confidence in defeating Fang Yun, other than their numbers and the five literati masters, was that the sand boat's projection was their trump card.
The sand boat was a treasure that Jing Sheng had obtained from the Ancient Sea Cliff Land. He had refined and modified it for many years before it could be used by humans.
For Half-saint's residence and Elder Bi, the Jing Family Patriarch had brought the sand boat's main body to the Poison Desert. And to capture Fang Yun, they had brought a projection.
Although the projection's power was far inferior to the main body, it was still very strong. Especially the Saint's aura, it could definitely suppress anyone below Half-saint.
They believed that as long as they activated the sand boat's projection, the Saint's aura would sweep across all sides. Fang Yun would panic and beg for mercy.
But the result was bad!
It had been burned by Fang Yun!
The development of the situation had completely exceeded their imagination. They had never dreamed that a Fourth Realm scholar could have a complete Saint's treasure, and it looked very powerful.
The others didn't recognize it, but Jing Chengliang suddenly said, "I remember this treasure. It appeared in the murals of the Water Tribe. This is the Dragons' treasure, the Starfire Mirror! It should be an Ancestral Treasure, but its main function is long-distance teleportation. It's not as powerful as an Ancestral Treasure when used to kill enemies, but it's still above Half-saint's treasure! "
Hearing the words Ancestral Treasure, everyone couldn't help but shiver. That was a treasure personally refined by an Ancestral Treasure. In the entire human race, only Confucius's treasures could reach that level.
They suddenly felt that it was normal for the sand boat's projection to be burned by this treasure.
"Fang Xusheng, there might be some misunderstanding between us …" Jing Chengxi threw away the sand boat that was about to be burned to ashes and smiled kindly.
"Eighty breaths."
After Fang Yun finished speaking, the way he held the brush suddenly changed. He was no longer holding the brush properly, but as if he was holding a sword.
Fang Yun wielded the brush like a sword and waved it lightly.
Ten miles of cold light shone, and a line separated heaven and earth.
Chi …
An ear-piercing sound rang out. Ten miles of sword light broke through the surging power of the five peaks and flew toward Jing Chengxi like a huge scimitar.
Three thousand guests intoxicated by flowers, one sword freezing fourteen provinces.
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