PS: Read the exclusive story behind "The Sage of Confucianism" and listen to your suggestions for the novel. Pay attention to the public account (add friends on WeChat – add public account – type qdread) and tell me secretly! Fang Yun's voice wasn't loud. It was only a few words, but all the Grand Scholars were filled with anticipation after hearing it.
Every word of Fang Yun's was like an inspiring poem, and every sentence was like an invigorating poem.
In the blink of an eye, the battlefield changed.
After the ten lava balls hit the ground, they flowed slowly and soon cooled and solidified. It looked like they were going to turn into gray rocks.
Suddenly, the poem cauldron above Fang Yun moved slightly. The word "poem" on the surface of the cauldron emitted a white light that only Fang Yun could see. It spread all over the battlefield and formed a sound that everyone could hear.
Within a thousand miles, jade objects vibrated and metal screeched.
"The sound of gold and jade vibrates!"
The poem cauldron could not only raise the level of a poem, but more importantly, it could add a strange power to the poem that even Half-saint couldn't fully control.
This was because the sentence "The sound of gold and jade vibrates" was praised by the Sage Confucius by Mencius. The power of this name was immeasurable.
Back then, Fang Yun had used the poem "The Butterfly Loves the Flower * Spring Scene" to stimulate the initial sound of gold and jade vibrates. This time, the poem cauldron directly gave the poem a higher level of power.
The surface of the lava that was about to cool suddenly split open and the ground rose, forming a new volcanic crater!
All the demons, barbarians, and humans were stunned. Ten new volcanoes with a diameter of a hundred feet slowly rose!
Every new volcano began to spew out huge balls of lava, each of which landed accurately in the midst of the Barbarian Demons and Barbarians.
Many demon marquises joined forces to attack a lava ball, causing it to suddenly explode. However, the lava ball's area of effect was larger, and more demons and barbarians died. The demon marquises who attacked the lava ball were hit by small pieces of lava. They screamed as they were burned to ashes.
The demon marquises could definitely resist ordinary lava for a few breaths, but the lava formed by Fang Yun's battle poem was far stronger than ordinary lava.
Each of the ten volcanoes spewed out ten lava balls with a diameter of fifty feet!
One hundred huge lava balls covered the battlefield like raindrops. When they landed on the ground, they quickly formed a lava floor.
Whether it was the Corpse Soldiers or the living demons and barbarians. They were either hit by the lava balls or blocked by the lava on the ground. All of them were burned to death.
At the end of the battle, the screams of demons and barbarians could be heard everywhere.
Soon, there was no sound at all. Many black skeletons floated in the bright-colored lava.
At that moment, the Lord of Pestilence's strength had yet to recover. They were unable to resist this power that was close to a natural disaster and were all destroyed by the magma.
Out of the five members of the Lei family controlled by the Lord of Plagues, four of them were burned alive by the lava. Only "Lei Li" remained in mid-air, unharmed by the lava.
"You have won this battle. But the final victory will belong to Bensei! " The Lord of Pestilence stared at Fang Yun for a long time. Thick currents of pestilence erupted from its body as it flew towards the Demon Mountain.
"I'm finally alive!" Li Fanming sat down on the ground and laid down. He didn't want to move at all.
"Phew …"
Many Grand Scholars exhaled heavily and sat on the ground, closing their eyes to rest.
Apart from the middle-aged Grand Scholars who had rich combat experience. The rest of the Grand Scholars were mostly dispirited. Since the Grand Scholars of the Ten Nations joined forces, they had been fighting continuously for several hours. It was really beyond their limits.
"Fang Xusheng, the power of your final battle poem increased by dozens of times. Its power is already close to the power of a Grand Scholar's battle poem. Is it because of the power of the Ancestor of Poetry?"
"Yes." Fang Yun sat back on the central seat weakly, breathing heavily. After the number of volcanoes increased from one to ten, the talent energy in his body poured out like a river bursting its banks. In the end, it stopped because of the lack of talent energy. Fang Yun had a feeling in his heart. If he had enough talent energy, the last hundred lava balls would. They would definitely turn into a hundred volcanoes!
Many Grand Scholars who didn't immediately rest stared at Fang Yun, unable to describe the shock in their hearts with words.
Back then, Xiang Yu learned the "Ten Thousand Enemies" technique. He walked the path of the military, but Fang Yun reached the level of ten thousand enemies when he was just a Grand Scholar. It was extremely terrifying.
Everyone saw that Fang Yun was very tired, so they didn't ask him anymore. Instead, they whispered to each other.
"What a terrifying volcano poem. Even the most talented Han Lin's full blow can't compare."
"The power of the Holy Page, Sacred Blood, and the Ancestor of Poetry is really powerful. Could it be that the Ancestor of Poetry's reward is to use the Golden Sound Jade Vibration anytime and anywhere? "
"There must be other conditions to use the Golden Sound Jade Vibration. If it could be used anytime and anywhere, Fang Xusheng would have already led us to the demon mountain."
"As expected of the Ancestor of Poetry …"
"By the way, I advise you not to look at the Spring Hunting List."
The Grand Scholars were stunned and realized something. They all looked at the Spring Hunting List.
At this moment, the Spring Hunting List's value increased by 100,000 points. It was far faster than any previous increase.
This time, Fang Yun killed too many demons and barbarians.
There were more than 20,000 demons and barbarians, and each of them had 100 points. There were more than 400,000 Zombie Soldiers and more than 150,000 Demon Generals, and each of them had five points.
Fang Yun's "Sutra of the Volcano" was worth three million on the list!
Yan Yukong smiled bitterly and said, "Look, Jingguo has more points than the nine nations combined!"
"If an individual can participate in the Ten Nations Grand Scholar Spring Hunting, Fang Xusheng alone has more than three million points and is ranked first in the Ten Nations! Thinking of this, I don't want to live anymore! "Kong Detian said.
"I've finally seen what it means to fight a nation alone today."
"He's unparalleled. He's truly unparalleled."
"I don't want to fight anymore. We can't win at all!"
"If we die on the hunting ground today, we'll be famous. For example, when the future generations introduce me, they will definitely ask, 'Do you know Li Fanming?' He's the Grand Scholar who died in the legendary battle where Fang Xusheng created four million points. "
"We might not die! With Fang Xusheng around, we have hope! "
"Shou Yu, what are our chances now?"
Ji Shou-woo looked at Fang Yun with a strange gaze in his eyes. He said firmly, "There was originally no hope, but now, there is a 10% chance of walking out of the hunting ground alive!"
"What? Only 10%? What's the difference between that and having no hope at all? "
"Isn't it too little?"
Everyone was in disbelief.
"A group of Grand Scholars have been schemed against by the Barbarian Soldier and killed by the Lord of Pestilence's clone. The 10% chance of winning is very high! It's very high! It's so high that even Half-saint wouldn't believe it. "Ji Shou-woo's tone was very solemn.
"Everyone says that you're the most outstanding successor of the King Wen Family in the past thousand years. They even say that your eyes can see the future. What should we do next?"
Everyone looked at Ji Shou-woo expectantly. It could be said that Ji Shou-woo was the main reason that the Grand Scholars had hope. If Ji Shou-woo hadn't discovered the Lord of Pestilence, they would have probably been killed by the Lord of Pestilence's insidious means.
"What should we do? I don't know. Let's wait for Fang Yun to wake up before making a decision. "
"But he's not the descendant of King Wen. He can't see the future."
"Maybe he can't see the future, but the future that I can see has already been changed by him!" Ji Shou-woo's eyes were brighter than the full moon.
Everyone was stunned. They didn't know why, but they felt that this was extremely shocking. It was even more shocking than Fang Yun's Echo Poem and the formation of the Golden Jade Ring.
"He … can really change the future?"
"He can!" Ji Shou-woo's voice was resolute and firm.
Yan Yukong looked at Fang Yun and smiled. "In the Comet Corridor of the Holy Ground, we watched his back. We watched as he moved forward step by step, using his own two feet to create a new future!"
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