The Inkstone Turtle fiercely glared at Fang Yun, furious as if it had been abducted. However, when the Ink Lady lightly stepped on it, it immediately became well-behaved. It angrily tilted its head to one side, refusing to look at Fang Yun.
There were no demons or barbarians on this layer of leaf. Fang Yun inwardly let out a sigh of relief. He had been afraid that if he were to suddenly appear in a group of Demon Marquises, even if he had three heads and six arms, he would still be surrounded and beaten to death.
No matter how many Demon Soldiers, Demon Generals, and Demon Commanders there were, their strength was still limited. However, Demon Marquises were different. Demon Marquises were often the leaders of a Demon Barbarian tribe, while Demon Marquises were often the officers of a human province. From this, one could see just how different the strength of this level was.
The massive leaves here were stacked layer upon layer. Whether it was Demon Barbarians or humans, they were like ants on the leaves, incomparably insignificant.
Fang Yun lowered his head to look at his body. It was different from the normal shorts that ordinary humans wore. The shorts he was wearing were like the armor of the monarch race. They were made up of pieces of silver jade armor, as if they were part of some strange battle armor.
These shorts were originally extremely short. After Fang Yun killed many Demon Barbarians, they gradually grew longer.
"Just what happened in the Celestial Tree?"
Fang Yun looked around and chose to walk in the direction closest to the edge of this massive leaf.
As he walked, he used the Ink Lady's ink to write the "White Horse Poem" and the "White Horse Hero Poem", summoning two War Poem Generals. Because the War Poems contained the Inkstone Turtle, the Ink Lady, and Fang Yun's star positions, as well as the assistance of the Emperor race's jade armor, if the two War Poem Generals went to the Demon Marquis Plains, they would be able to gain a foothold there. In other words, they would have the strength of a Demon Marquis or a Hall of Hanlin.
Afterwards, Fang Yun recited the "Song of Yi Shui" and "Sending Jing Ke" to form a War Poem. Moreover, these two poems were Second Realm War Poems, summoning a War Poem Assassin that was far more powerful than ordinary Smoke Assassins.
This War Poem Assassin was seven feet tall and seemed to be made of black iron. A bloody light surged in its eyes, and its killing intent was as sharp as a blade. It was even stronger than the two War Poem Generals, at least as strong as Second Hall of Hanlin.
Ordinary Grand Scholars would find it slightly difficult to maintain three war poetry creatures because it would continuously consume their talent. However, to Fang Yun, the rate of consumption was not as fast as the recovery rate of the starlight formed by Wen Gongwen's star fragment, so he did not mind at all.
He had made ample preparations. As Fang Yun advanced, he pondered the changes in the Celestial Trees.
The Celestial Tree was extremely mystical. It was equivalent to an independent ancient land and was especially suitable for demonic barbarians.
The demon barbarians' bodies would not enter the Celestial Tree. As long as one's spiritual sense entered the Celestial Tree, they would not truly die. However, after Fang Yun entered, the situation changed. All the Demonic Beasts and Barbarians that died at his hands were ultimately unable to escape the Celestial Tree. He would die completely.
Fang Yun lowered his head and looked at the emperor race shorts he was wearing. He had already guessed that this Heavenly Tree was definitely related to the Emperor clan, and the reason why he was able to kill the Barbarian Demons was definitely because of the power of the Emperor clan.
However, even the Kong family did not know what the Monarch race was. Ao Huang had said something later on, but he only said that the Monarch race should have a certain relationship with the Ancestral Dragon. As for the details, even the Dragon Sage did not understand.
"Since I have the power of the Emperor clan, I should often come to the Celestial Tree to hunt Demonic Beasts and Barbarians. Every time I kill one, the Human race will have one less enemy! However, I hope that I won't run into a powerful Holy Son or Demonic Marquis. At present, I'm still slightly inferior. "
Fang Yun had seen the power of a few top-tier Demonic Marquis from Ao Huang's Void Room Pearl. Their innate talent was in harmony with the heavens, and a single punch could move the wind and clouds. In terms of instantaneous destructive power, it was not the slightest bit inferior to the most powerful Han Lin's war poem. In the time it took for a human Han Lin to recite a poem, a Demonic Marquis could unleash several dozen punches.
Fang Yun continued to walk for a while. He wrote "Shuidiao Getou – When Will the Bright Moon Appear?"
"When will the bright moon appear? With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the clear sky …"
After he finished writing, he changed the original "Hugging Yang Yuhuan" to "Hugging Peng's Traveling Photo."
A bright moon that was taller than a person appeared in front of Fang Yun. It was like a door that crossed space. He saw a Han Lin wearing a white plum blossom robe standing on the other side of the bright moon door. His sleeves were empty and fluttering gently.
Beside the armless Han Lin, there was a Han Lin with a slightly feminine voice. He kept reciting battle poems, one after another, without a break.
In addition, there were five other Han Lin beside the two of them. All of them were injured.
In front of the seven Han Lin, there were a total of ten Demonic Marquis. Behind the ten Demonic Marquis were three Demonic Marquis corpses.
Under normal circumstances, the seven Han Lin would definitely not be able to defeat thirteen Demonic Marquis.
However, the armless Han Lin, Peng Zouzhao, was here.
Peng Zaozhao's famous real name, 'Calamity', was floating in midair two hundred meters away. The ten Demon Marquises, on the other hand, did not dare to go any further. They did not dare to break through or go around him.
The Demonic Marquis originally had powerful close combat abilities, but now they could only use demonic arts to fight. Therefore, even though they had the advantage in numbers, they were no match for the war poems of the human race. Instead, they were surrounded by the war poems of the Han Lin and fell into a bitter battle.
Previously, someone had said that the armless Han Lin, Peng Zouzhao's Calamity Tongue Sword could fight against ten. Fang Yun did not believe it, but today, he believed it after seeing this scene.
They could not enter the bright moon door while fighting, so Fang Yun walked into the full moon.
Fang Yun passed through the full moon door. His body became completely translucent and was formed by moonlight.
The seven Han Lin turned their heads to look. Except for Peng Zouzhao, everyone was happy.
"Fang Xusheng?"
Only Peng Zouzhao's expression did not change. His two sleeves were still fluttering. His bronze face was square and extremely firm, as if it had been carved out by an ax. Especially his eyes. They were clearer than anyone's eyes that Fang Yun had ever seen. Black was black, white was white. No image could be seen in his pupils. It was as if nothing in the world could be reflected in his eyes.
Fang Yun was slightly shocked. He did not expect Peng Zouzhao's will to be so firm. This was the legendary untainted by blessings and did not rely on external objects. He had an incomparably pure and magnificent aspiration. It was equivalent to having his own Divine Path early on.
Five blessings. The first was longevity, the second was wealth, the third was peace, the fourth was good virtue, and the fifth was the end of life. Six Extremes. The first was misfortune, short, and broken.
The second was illness, the third was sorrow, the fourth was poverty, the fifth was evil, and the sixth was weakness.
The Five Blessings and Six Extremes were concepts in the holy book, Shangshu. They represented the five good things and six bad things in life. Only when one cultivated to an extremely high realm could one comprehend the Five Blessings and Six Extremes, allowing one to not be arrogant because of blessings and not be sad because of extreme sorrow.
Only now did Fang Yun understand why Peng Zouzhao was so powerful. It turned out that even before becoming a Great Confucian, he had deeply studied Shangshu, wanting to sever the Six Extremes and accumulate the Five Blessings.
"This student entered the Celestial Tree to investigate the abnormalities in the Celestial Tree and to contribute to the resistance against the encirclement of the Demi-human race," Fang Yun explained his intentions.
Everyone else looked at Peng Zouzhao, but his bronze face did not change in the slightest. He was still as unmoved as a stone statue.
Fang Yun had long since known that this person was not good with words, but he had not expected him to be this good.
A handsome Hanlin youth with slender fingers at Peng Zouzhao's side faintly smiled and said, "Thank you, Fang Xusheng. These monsters and barbarians truly are infuriating. It's a pity that this Celestial Tree is too large. A single leaf is larger than an entire prefecture, so we don't know where to find you. "
Fang Yun glanced ahead. The monsters and barbarians did not know what was going on here. They thought that they had received reinforcements and nervously defended themselves, not daring to attack.
"The full moon formed by the song 'Shuidiao Getou' not only has the ability to communicate, it also has the ability to point. Both of us, so long as we move toward the center of the full moon, we will naturally meet."
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