The light of the Saint Page did not stop growing. The last layer of the "Treasure Light" slowly appeared and covered all nine layers of light.
The wind and grass in the dark forest,
The general draws his bow at night;
Looking for the white feather,
Not in the stone.
Lu Lun's poem originated from a story by Li Guang, the Saint Origin World's "Records of the Grand Historian". It was recorded that Li Guang went out to hunt and saw a stone in the grass. He shot the stone in the grass.
Li Guang, the Martial Sage Guan Yu, the Engineering Sage Lu Ban, the Zither Sage Yu Boya and the rest were all Illusionary Divine dream masters. Although they were not as powerful as the True Divines of the Divine Temple, they were still famous figures and had their own ancestral halls.
The poem first described how Li Guang was hunting demons when the wind blew in the dark forest. It seemed that the demons were coming. It then described how Li Guang shot the arrow with all his strength, only to find that the arrow pierced the sharp part of the stone. It described the process of Li Guang shooting the stone, using the most concise words to show the strength of Li Guang's archery.
The golden Saint Page that was covered by the nine layers of Treasure Light flew up and exploded in the air, bursting into a ball of golden light.
This golden light was only slightly bright in the eyes of Fang Yun and the other humans, but it was extremely dazzling in the eyes of the demon turtle.
Even though the demon turtle had the blood of a pseudo-dragon and was only a step away from becoming a demon commander, its eyes still felt a stinging pain.
The golden light dissipated, and a three meter tall phantom of a golden-armored general stood in the air. This general exuded an indescribable aura. His majestic figure made everyone admire him and the demons tremble in fear. His eyes seemed to be able to see through the world. His left hand held the war bow and his right hand nocked an arrow, slowly drawing the bow.
The wind howled in the sky, and a funnel-shaped wind vortex appeared above the general's head, sending a large amount of Yuan Qi into the general's body.
"Saint Summoning!" Many people shouted in unison. Even the demon turtle shouted in demon language, its eyes were filled with fear.
As a pseudo-dragon, the demon turtle had a deep understanding of human history. Whether it was a famous person, a Xusheng, or a True Saint, the poem of the first battle would increase in quality. It was more powerful than a normal poem and was close to the strongest Saint Soul.
Regardless of whether it was the Saint Summoning or the Saint Soul, they would collect one of the seven divine senses left behind by the Sages of Heaven and Earth: benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, faith, integrity, and courage.
In the Saint Origin World, Li Guang had killed countless demons and made great contributions in battle. The 'Divine Will of Courage' he left behind was not just his own strength, it also included the thousands of soldiers and horses he had led, the good name he had left behind in the history books, and the gratitude of countless humans for his great contribution in killing demons. If all of these forces were to be summoned at the same time, it would be enough to fight against a Great Demon.
"Run! This person is even more talented than me! He must remember this person and report this person to the Dragon Palace and the Demon Realm! When he grew up, he would be the second Li Wenying. No, one of him would be worth ten Li Wenying! If he doesn't die, then my Monster Clan will! "The Monster Turtle shouted in its heart. It collected the fake Dragon Balls in the sky and turned around to flee.
"You can't escape!"
Fang Yun said in a low voice. His gaze fell on the corner of the Demonic Turtle's mouth, where his classmate's blood was still dripping.
Li Guang's shadow moved. The bow was like the autumn moon in the sky, and the arrow was like a meteor falling to the ground. The night sky within a few miles was illuminated by the arrow.
The Demonic Turtle was scared out of its wits. It knew it couldn't escape, so it retracted its body into its shell and used all of its Qi and blood to cover its body with a layer of blood-red light.
Everyone could only see a trace of silver light in the night sky. Then, the silver light pierced through the Demonic Turtle's tail and shot out from its mouth, leaving a deep hole in the ground.
The Demonic Turtle was motionless. There were continuous bursting sounds coming from its body as blood flowed out. The fake Dragon Balls that it couldn't retrieve in time also fell to the ground.
Li Guang's shadow lowered its head and looked at everyone. Finally, it looked at Fang Yun. His gaze seemed to be empty.
Everyone was stunned. Although Li Guang wasn't a Half-saint, he was still Xusheng, who had contributed greatly to the human race. They carried the destiny of the human race. As long as the human race was not destroyed, as long as the history books were not destroyed, the spiritual will of such a person would exist forever.
Normally, Li Guang's spiritual will would disappear immediately when he was summoned. But now, it was moving uncontrollably. This was the greatest affirmation of Fang Yun. It was obvious that he was trying to encourage the younger generation, and was praising Fang Yun's determination to kill demons. It was an affirmation of his contributions to the human race.
Fang Yun lowered his head slightly to show his respect.
Li Guang's shadow nodded his head slightly as well. Then, it turned into countless specks of light and disappeared into the air.
Fang Yun had overdrawn his spiritual will. He had been relying on his determination to kill demons and avenge his friends. Now that his wish had been fulfilled, his vision turned black and he collapsed.
"Fang Yun!" Lu Yu hurriedly supported Fang Yun.
The other High Scholars came over to take a look.
"He just used up his spiritual will. It's not a big deal." One of the Deputy Generals said.
Suddenly, Nunu jumped out of the crowd and ran to the Demon Turtle's corpse. She picked up the pseudo Dragon Ball that was less than a quarter of its original size and ran back to Fang Yun.
Everyone looked at the pseudo Dragon Ball with envy. This treasure was extremely rare. Although it was only a Demon General's pseudo Dragon Ball, its value was close to that of a Great Scholar's treasure. It was not something that could be measured by gold or silver.
The High Scholars looked at each other, and then looked at the High Scholar who was holding onto Chen Xi's brush. They hesitated for a moment, but in the end, they sighed. There was no doubt that only Fang Yun had the right to obtain this pseudo Dragon Ball. Even if Li Wenying came, he would not be able to take it away.
Nunu carefully placed the pseudo Dragon Ball on Fang Yun's mouth. Then, she slowly pressed down with her little mouth. At the same time, she used her claws to open Fang Yun's mouth. Finally, she stuffed the entire pseudo Dragon Ball into Fang Yun's mouth.
Nunu carefully closed Fang Yun's mouth again. Then, she stood up and looked at everyone with vigilance, as if to say, "Be careful. Don't get close to Fang Yun!"
The Dragon Ball slowly melted in Fang Yun's mouth. Finally, it turned into a faint stream of water and flowed into his stomach. A surge of vitality formed in his body, constantly nourishing him.
An Chengcai looked at Fang Yun and said in a low voice, "In the face of danger, he did not panic. He turned the tide, but he did not hesitate to sacrifice himself. This is a real scholar." As he spoke, he held the dagger in his hand even tighter.
Mr. Wang said helplessly, "Since he can even make a poem that summons the saints, then I don't have to hide it anymore. This morning, he also made a poem that uses force. To be precise, it should be a poem that uses force. You also know that we can't announce this matter. Otherwise, the Barbarians and Demons will kill him at all costs. They might even send out Great Demons. But these two poems are very useful. We can't not announce it. So, we can only use the old method. "
The High Scholar said, "Then we can only lie and say that a scholar has successfully changed the poem that he made when he was a Xiucai."
"Let's find a great scholar. I don't believe that a scholar can change two poems in a row."
"That's the only way."
"Fang Yun is really something. He can even summon the Divine Sense of the Archer Sage. Otherwise, we would all be buried here. That Demon Turtle said that it could go to the Dragon Tower. This means that it has a special status in the Jiao Dragon Palace. "
"It's only a Demon General, but it's so powerful. It must be a big shot in the Jiao Dragon Palace. We can't let the Jiao Dragon Palace know that it was Fang Yun who killed it. Otherwise, it will be very disadvantageous for Fang Yun."
"Before the Court Master arrives, no one is allowed to leave or contact the outside world. Those who disobey will be beheaded!" The High Scholar said.
"Yes!" Everyone answered in unison.
"Fang Yun is awake!"
Everyone hurriedly looked at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun slowly opened his eyes. His body was warm and he didn't feel tired at all. Although he had exhausted his Talent Qi, the discomfort had disappeared.
"Ying ying!" Nuu happily clapped her little paws.
"Fang Yun, thank you for saving us!" The High Scholar cupped his hands and said.
"Thank you for saving our lives!"
All the High Scholars, students, and teachers cupped their hands and thanked him.
Fang Yun hurriedly said, "Everyone, please don't say that. If it weren't for you guys constantly draining the Demon Turtle's Blood Qi and shell, and if it weren't for you guys activating the power of the Heart of Jade Blood, I wouldn't have been able to complete this poem."
Fang Yun now understood that the main reason he was able to complete this poem was because of the Heart of Jade Blood. That was the power of five High Scholars who sacrificed fifty years of their lives in exchange for it.
At this moment, a low voice said, "I said I would protect you. I didn't expect you to save us. I was careless and thought that the Demon Turtle only had the Blood of a False Dragon. Now I understand that its father is probably one of the famous Great Demons of the Flood Dragon Palace. I was at a disadvantage in a direct battle with it and was defeated by its sneak attack.
Everyone looked towards the source of the voice.
"General Chen is awake!"
His shoulder was already bandaged and he struggled to stand up. "Let's go and see that Snake Demon. County Magistrate He should have already held it down. It doesn't have the Blood of a False Dragon. Moreover, the Great Confucian's filthy words from a few days ago must have drained much of its Blood Qi. It can't use it anymore. I still have the strength to fight, but it will definitely die! On the way, tell me what happened. How did Fang Yun kill the Demon Turtle? "
The group continued to walk towards the peak. The Demons were either killed or long gone.
At the peak of the mountain, a human and a Demon were fighting. County Magistrate He had already re-formed his Battle of Words, but its power was far weaker than before. At the same time, he continuously recited battle poems and kept the Demon Commander busy.
An Chengcai kept walking with his head down. No one knew what he was doing.
The group quickly arrived at the peak. When the Snake Demon saw the humans appear, it began to fight with all its might. County Magistrate He was gradually unable to hold on.
A few High Scholars began to recite poems and quickly rushed forward to attack the Demon Commander.
Seeing that the Snake Demon was getting closer and closer, An Chengcai suddenly said to Fang Yundao, "Fang Yun, come closer. I have something to say to you."
Fang Yun nodded and walked over, distancing himself from the others.
The little fox followed beside Fang Yun, her pitch-black eyes darting around before landing on An Chengcai's chest.
An Chengcai put away his dagger and took out a cloth bag from his chest. He handed it to Fang Yun and whispered, "I'll leave this with you. If I have nothing to do, I'll come back for it. If I have something to do, this item will belong to you. Only you have the right to be its owner! Don't ask what it is and don't let anyone know. Once you enter the range of the Holy Temple, you will naturally know. "
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