"Xiao Mountain, there is a beast called Qiongqi, it looks like an ox, has hedgehog fur, it is called Qiongqi, it sounds like a dog, it eats people."
As soon as his voice faded, the sheepskin scroll once again flashed a dazzling golden light. Several bison like monsters rushed out of the golden light, pouncing over to the three-eyed monster, opening their bloody mouths to tear it apart.
"Ying Xiao Mountain, Xiao water flows out, and the north flows into the Ling Yang Swamp. It is the fish of Ranyi, fish body, snake head, six feet, eyes like a horse's ears, people will not squint when eating it, it can ward off evil. "
"Yi Wang Mountain, there is a bird, it looks like a crow, three heads, six tails and likes to laugh, it is called Xiao Yu, people will not get tired of eating it, it can ward off evil."
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Yang Xiaohu, like a bookworm, recited the contents of the sheepskin scroll in a loud voice. Every time he finished reciting, the sheepskin scroll suspended in mid-air would erupt with golden light, and countless strange-looking animals like the ones described in his recitation would break free from the golden light, fight for him, and kill in all directions.
"I didn't expect the book that the bookworm used to break the Dao to be the ancient book 'Classic of Mountains and Seas' — —" Kong Li said to Xiahou Qianbai, who was not far away, while brandishing his sword to kill the three-eyed demon.
"No wonder he never told us what book he used to break the Dao, it turned out to be a strange book like the 'Classic of Mountains and Seas' — —" Xiahou Qianbai said with a look of disdain, but there was still a hint of envy in his eyes as he looked over.
Since ancient times, the status of the cultivators who broke the Dao through poetry, songs, painting, and sculpture was higher than that of the real cultivators.
Because these people were talented, and could be called masters in a certain field of art. They not only had a strong fighting ability, but their works were also extremely influential — —
For example, Kong Li and Xiahou Qianbai, although their cultivation level was extremely high and their fighting strength was extremely strong, but death was death. Death was like a lamp going out, there was nothing left in this world.
Except for the strong people of Starry Sky who had made a special contribution to the human race or turned the tide to save the safety of the Human Race, they could still be remembered in the annals of history.
Most of the cultivators who relied on poems and songs to break through had works passed down through the ages. The longer time passed, the more valuable their works would be, and the more people would go after them.
For example, the Immortal of Poetry Li Qiubai, or Yang Xiaohu — — Wen Xinqi, his mind was enlightened, at that time Yang Xiaohu would naturally write a book together with his ancestors.
Books have been passed down, and people have been living in people's mouths.
"Hmph, you and I are fighting to the death … That idiot is just standing there and reading a few lines of crappy literature … It's really infuriating to compare people …"
"A bookworm will always be a bookworm. Even when he fights, he's still a bookworm … To kill an enemy and exterminate a demon, one naturally has to cut off his head and poke at his spring … A bookworm stands there and recites sour writings. How can he be as free and unrestrained as you and I …"
As he spoke, Xiahou Qianbai's long sword flickered, and with a flash of starlight, a large number of three-eyed demons that had been severed by Kong Li were blinded by him.
"Speed up, we can't let that bookworm outdo us — —" Kong Li said in a low voice, looking at the endless three-eyed demons on the river surface.
"Kill all these ugly monsters — —" Xiahou Qianbai's heart was burning with anger. With so many three-eyed demons, if they could not stop them this time, and allowed them to successfully enter Flower Language Plain, it would be difficult to drive them back.
At that time, it would be a catastrophe for the divine continent.
The two people advanced by leaps and bounds, their swords like shadows, so fast that it was hard to see them clearly.
Every time Kong Li swung his sword, a large number of three-eyed demons would be intercepted and cut in half at the waist. And Xiahou Qianbai's long sword vibrated, transforming into thousands of starlight, falling into the third eye of the three-eyed demon, completely destroying their source of power, and cutting off the chance for them to grow new limbs again.
The teachers and students of Starry Sky Academy formed the first echelon, guarding the banks of Nujiang and not letting the three-eyed demons take a step onto the river bank.
At the same time, more and more masters were rushing over, joining the battle before they could even say a word.
Since the collapse of the boundary, the earlier the people that arrived, the stronger they were. With their participation, even if the number of humans was far less than the three-eyed demons that were floating up from the mountains and plains, it was still difficult for them to take a step forward.
Roar — —
High in the sky, there was the roar of a dragon.
The sound came from far away, and seemed to be ringing from the Ninth Heaven, but in the blink of an eye it was already above their heads.
Rumble — —
A giant white dragon was dragging a long body, soaring through the clouds and mist. Passing through the thick clouds, it appeared in the sky above the Nujiang battlefield.
On the dragon's head stood several human men and women.
The white-robed girl holding a sword in one hand and a dragon horn in the other was the First Princess of the Peacock Imperial Court, Ying Qiandu. Although she had not fully recovered after returning from the Northern Sea, but when Li Muyang insisted on coming to help the Human Race, she immediately asked to accompany him.
Standing behind her were Lu Qingming and Qin Han. Lu Qingming was Li Muyang's father, and was once an outstanding soldier of the West Wind Kingdom. The Human Race was in trouble, how could he stay out of it?
Although he did not want his son to come and help, that was because his identity as Li Muyang was too sensitive. He was worried that after the Human Race's great victory, they would once again raise the butcher's knife against the Dragon Race that could threaten the survival of their race.
Just like tens of thousands of years ago.
And he himself — — as a human, fighting for his compatriots, his death was not to be regretted.
Wen Ruoruo was pregnant and could not go, so Qin Han regarded himself as Li Muyang's servant. His life, including the pious war hammer, were given by Li Muyang. Now that Li Muyang had come to exorcise the demons, how could he not come?
Behind Qin Han were the many masters of the Lu clan who followed Lu Qingming. They were Lu Qingming's guards before, and after Lu Qingming retired, they also settled down by the Sunset Lake with their families. This time, they once again followed General onto the battlefield.
Dragons could be big or small, they could rise or hide; when big they could breathe out mist, when small they could hide; when rising they could soar across the universe, when hidden they could lurk in the waves. Now that it was late spring, the dragon was riding the dragon.
Li Muyang came after all. In order to arrive at the battlefield as quickly as possible, and to be able to lead Ying Qiandu, his father Lu Qingming, Qin Han and the others, he did not hesitate to appear in the form of the mortal enemy of the Human Race — — the White Dragon.
Because the speed of the Dragon Race was the fastest, they could soar thousands of miles in an instant.
The movement above their heads was too great, the Human Race and the three-eyed demon who were fighting couldn't help but stop their movements and looked up.
"The Dragon Race — — the Dragon Race is here — —"
"It's that guy — — Li Muyang of Starry Sky Academy — —"
"The one in white is the Princess of the Peacock Imperial Court, Ying Qiandu — — she's riding a dragon — —"
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