Jing Sheng's family had treasures from various clans. Although they were not as rich as some of the human clans, they were still better than some of the newer clans.
However, the water curtain cracked and collapsed at the same time as the Frost Sword Radiance.
Jing Chengxi was stunned and could not believe what was happening before his eyes.
The Frost Sword Radiance was indeed powerful, but it was still at the level of a Great Confucian battle poem.
It was impossible for any Great Confucian battle poem to destroy a treasure with one blow.
"What kind of demonic power do you have?" Jing Chengxi thought of the strange power that entered his body and panicked. If the demonic power was so powerful that it could even destroy a treasure, then his defensive battle poem would not last long.
Moreover, they were in the Five Sacred Mountains, which were known for their defense. How powerful was Fang Yun if such a power could not stop the Frost Sword Radiance?
Wen Zong was different from Wen Hao.
Wen Zong was actually an all-around improvement of a Great Confucian of the Four Realms, but it did not form a particularly powerful new power. It could be invincible against enemies of lower realms, but it had no advantage against Fang Yun, who was a monster of the Four Realms but was superior to Wen Zong in all aspects.
"You have Wen Xin of Great Talents!"
Jing Chengxi used his defensive battle poem while releasing a Great Confucian literary treasure. He was surrounded by a sea, forming an extremely strong defensive power of Great Confucian.
Fang Yun did not answer. He waved his brush again, and the Frost Sword Radiance appeared again, shining brightly.
Chi …
The defensive battle poems surrounding Jing Chengxi were all shattered and finally landed on a protective shield formed by a rare treasure.
This time, the protective shield formed by the treasure only rippled like water and did not shatter immediately.
However, Jing Chengxi did not feel lucky. Instead, he felt goosebumps all over his body.
For a scholar of the same level, a defensive battle poem would usually be able to block a killing battle poem, unless the scholar had cultivated a third or even fourth realm battle poem. This was because every defensive battle poem required more Qi of Heaven and Earth than a killing battle poem, and the killing battle poem would constantly dissipate its power in the process of being released, becoming weaker and weaker.
However, this exception was broken by Fang Yun. A defensive battle poem of a Wen Zong could at least block four to five attacks of a Great Confucian of the Four Realms. However, so many overlapping defensive battle poems were now broken by Fang Yun's poem.
"You … You actually possess true Saint Force!"
Jing Chengxi's eyes widened. He finally understood why his defense was so weak, and why Fang Yun was not afraid of the five literati working together.
Not far away, Jing Chengliang shouted, "Impossible! You must be mistaken! There was some strange power in his attack, but it dissipated after entering my body. It should have been dispersed by my own power. "
Jing Chengxi's expression changed drastically. While continuing to write defensive poems with his treasures and pen, he roared, "Chengliang, find a way to find the external force in your body right now. Hurry up, or it will be too late for regrets! From the very beginning, I felt that power was strange, so I tried my best to expel it from my body. You can't be careless! "
"Third Brother, look at how scared you are. He's the Lord of Governance, so he has some holy aura. But holy aura is at most like an outer layer of power. It can only be destroyed from the outside, but it can't enter the body. Eh? How come my Qi is lacking? Why did my Great Confucian War Poem collapse halfway through … "
Jing Chengliang hastily used a xenogeneic treasure to block Fang Yun's two True Dragon Swords. He was stunned.
Jing Chengxi turned to look at his younger brother, and his expression changed drastically.
Jing Chengliang was a dignified literati, but his aura had suddenly fallen to the peak of Grand Scholar, and it was still falling.
Jing Chengxi felt his scalp go numb. He could not understand this strange power at all.
He had never heard of Saint Force that could make a Great Confucian of the Five Realms drop five or six realms silently.
"Fang Xusheng, let's talk nicely. We can admit defeat, but you can't use evil arts …" Jing Chengxi's hair stood on end. He suspected that Fang Yun was not a human at all, but a ferocious creature or even an ancient ferocious creature.
Before they left, Jing Liren had repeatedly said that if they failed to capture Fang Yun, they should leave decisively. If there was a big shot behind Fang Yun, they should admit their mistakes and surrender immediately. Jing Chengxi had promised before, so he gave in immediately.
Fang Yun was almost amused by Jing Chengxi. He explained helplessly, "Stop talking nonsense. This is my Withering Power, the Saint Force I obtained from the Tree Realm in the Sacred Burial Valley. It was not supposed to be this strong, but with the guidance of the alien Half-saint and the combination of it with my own holy aura, it was close to the complete nature of the Saint Force. Therefore, it was broken when it encountered it, and decayed when it encountered it."
In fact, Fang Yun had been using these five literati to train his troops. After all, he had not really fought a strong enemy after obtaining the Withering Power and the Lord of Governance's holy aura.
Fang Yun had not used the Ink Turtle Lady's power, nor did he use the power of the Mist Butterfly.
Fang Yun had thought that his new Withering Power could fool all the literati. However, other than Jing Chengliang, the other literati were extremely vigilant. After being invaded by the Withering Power for the first time, they would do their best to disperse it, paying a heavy price. After that, they would carefully avoid coming into contact with the Withering Power.
This was the intelligence of the human race's Great Confucian. If the Great Demon King of the Barbarians encountered such a situation, he would only rely on his battle instincts to deal with it. However, those below the level of Half-saint would not be able to detect the Withering Power at all.
However, there was still one among the five literati, Jing Chengliang, who had underestimated his enemy, or was forced into a corner by Fang Yun's True Dragon Sword.
Fang Yun's two True Dragon Swords stopped attacking.
Jing Chengliang's aura was still rapidly weakening. Even the Mount Heng beneath his feet was slowly shrinking.
He was no longer a Great Confucian, so the Five Peaks could not be maintained.
Jing Chengliang ignored the fact that he was on the battlefield and sent his Spiritual Sense straight into the Literature Palace.
He was shocked to find that there were grey vines growing both inside and outside of his Palace of Literature. These vines had thorns that looked like the mouths of mosquitoes. They pierced into the walls of the Palace of Literature and absorbed the power of the Palace of Literature.
Jing Chengliang found the culprit that caused his Literature Palace to fall. He let out a mad roar, then shook his Literature Palace, activated his Talent Qi, and used all kinds of methods to attack those grey vines.
However, all of them failed.
Those grey vines were still firmly rooted in his Literature Palace.
Suddenly, Jing Chengliang felt a slight pain in his chest. He hurriedly checked with his Spiritual Sense. What he saw scared him out of his wits.
Grey vines were growing out of his heart. Moreover, the vines were growing in his blood vessels along with the flow of his blood. In a few dozen breaths, his entire body would be covered in grey vines.
Mount Heng beneath Jing Chengliang's feet suddenly disappeared.
The Five Peaks disappeared.
Other than Jing Chengliang, the other four Great Confucians appeared around their bodies.
Jing Chengliang's Literature Palace fell from Great Scholar to Hanlin.
The Meteoric Rise under his feet disappeared.
He was stunned for a moment, then his body suddenly fell.
However, he was a Great Scholar after all. He didn't panic when falling from a high altitude. Instead, he used the power of the Divine Pen to write a flying poem. However, the Divine Pen stopped after writing a few lines.
Hanlin didn't have a legendary flying poem. Only Great Scholars could use it.
"Help …" Jing Chengliang finally lost his composure and yelled at the top of his lungs.
Jing Chengxi helplessly wrote a flying battle poem. He turned into a red-crowned crane and flew down to support Jing Chengliang.
Jing Chengliang's Qi was still falling.
Jing Chengxi threw away the brush and said, "Fang Xusheng, please let my brother go. Let him recover his Great Scholar strength. The Old Man admits defeat."
The other three retreated and defended, no longer fighting with all their strength.
Fang Yun stood in the air. He didn't do or say anything, like an indifferent spectator.
The red-crowned crane flew over with Jing Chengliang on its back and finally flew to Jing Chengxi's side.
"Third Brother …" Jing Chengliang said bitterly. He closed his eyes and breathed his last.
Then, everyone saw a horrifying scene.
Jing Chengliang's body shrank rapidly as if dehydrated, turning into a dried corpse. Then, grey vines appeared on the surface of his body.
Where there is wither, there is glory.
Where there is decay, there is life.
The vines intertwined with each other. Finally, a flower grew at the top. The flower bloomed and withered, bearing a yellow fruit. Soon, the fruit disappeared into thin air.
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