If the monsters only wanted to obtain the Shadow Sky Divine Liquid, they could just rely on their powerful strength to block the battlefield canyon. No matter how strong the fifteen university scholars were, they could not break through the defense line formed by hundreds of monster kings.
However, the monsters chose to split their forces into two groups and attack from the front and back, with the sole purpose of killing everyone.
In other words, kill Fang Yun!
For the demon clan, killing Fang Yun is even more important than obtaining the Shadow Void Divine Liquid.
Even without the Shadow Void Divine Liquid, the demons might be able to find similar divine objects, but if Fang Yun were allowed to survive, it would pose a huge threat to the demon world.
A Jinshi who couldn't even be killed by the Moon Tree's divine punishment!
A scholar who can astonish the world!
A young man who brought down the Holy Eight-Sided Sword!
A human race that forced the three ancestral gods of the demon world to join forces to issue an oracle!
There is no reason that can stop Yaoman from killing Fang Yun.
A large number of demon kings on both sides formed a double-team.
Scholar Guo took a deep breath and gave orders calmly.
"Mo Ming, the people at the back are in your hands. Hold on for twenty breaths! The rest of you, charge forward! Everyone join forces and carve out a bloody path!"
Of the thirty people present, twenty-nine rushed forward, toward the Sangu battlefield.
Only one person turned around and went against the crowd.
He was a university scholar dressed in blue, with an ordinary appearance and hands much rougher than those of most scholars. He had a conspicuous black belt tied around his waist.
Mo Ming, who was flying against the flow, had a faint smile on his face. He stepped on Pingbu Qingyun and flew quickly, saying with thunderous tongue: "Brother Guo, you underestimate me. I can hold out for at least thirty breaths!"
Facing the ferocious Demon King, Mo Ming remained calm, his voice steadier and his eyes brighter.
Fang Yun's shoulders trembled slightly, he gritted his teeth and didn't look back.
Scholar Guo stood up straight, looking at the demon barbarians in front of him like a city wall, with his back to Mo Ming. He said, "I bet three jars of green plum wine!"
"Okay! Pour it on my grave at this time next year." After Mo Ming finished speaking, he untied the Mo family belt and threw it forward.
The strongest defensive force of the human race, sticking to the old ways!
The Mohist belt transformed into the shadow of a city lying in the canyon.
Then, Mo Ming pointed forward and said, "Humanity should love all, and the strong should not attack. Stick to the rules, promote the benefits of the world, and eliminate the harm of the world!"
When Mo Ming used the power of Mozi Star, the Mo family's Wentai appeared behind him, and there was also a city above the Wentai.
The city formed by the power of the stars rose from the ground and merged into the power of the Mohist belt. Then, the Mohist Mo Shouwentai emitted a brilliant light.
Mo Ming slapped his chest with one palm and sprayed out a blood mist from his mouth.
"Wherever my body is, wherever justice is, my blood will turn to jade, and I will exchange my entire life for the righteousness of heaven and earth!"
A righteous spirit similar to that of a great Confucian scholar formed out of thin air and merged with the three forces of Mo Shou's belt, Mo Zi's star position and Mo Shou's writing desk!
A peerless and magnificent city rises from the ground!
The three cities of Mohism, invincible defense!
The majestic city exudes a metallic glow, as if it were made of black iron. It is indestructible.
There are tens of thousands of soldiers standing on the city wall, each holding a weapon, and the aura exuded by each soldier is no less than that of a powerful demon soldier!
Behind the soldiers were countless catapults, giant crossbows, and other powerful city defense mechanisms.
Then, a seven-foot-long brown mechanical tiger appeared at Mo Ming's feet. Its claws reflected cold light, and its two ruby eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Mo Ming's hair and beard turned snow-white in an instant. Wrinkles and age spots appeared on his face at a speed visible to the naked eye. His skin became extremely loose, and his dark blue blood vessels almost burst through his skin.
Mo Ming gently stroked the mechanical tiger's back and whispered, "Old buddy, sharpen your teeth and follow me to fight."
The mechanical tiger rubbed Mo Ming's arm gently with its head, a hazy white light emanating from its body, and it roared to the sky.
Mo Ming raised his chin and looked at the monster rushing towards him, still with a faint smile on his face, neither happy nor sad.
While Mo Ming was blocking the other half of the monsters, Fang Yun, Grand Secretary Guo and others flew forward together on Pingbu Qingyun. Those grand secretaries all wrote hidden edge poems to intensify their verbal sparring. A powerful literary platform appeared behind them. Then they used the grand secretaries' defensive war poems in unison, and then used powerful offensive war poems, forming powerful rays of light to attack the monsters in front.
After using the Hidden Sword Poem, Hanlin and Jinshi can use the Dragon Sword Poem to summon a second sword of words, or summon war poems and soldiers to assist in the battle.
Although the Dragon Sword Poem is peculiar, it has only been around for a short time and has remained at one level. The power of the verbal sparring summoned at present is only equivalent to that of the Jinshi level. It is of great help to the Jinshi and is better than nothing to the Hanlin, but it is useless to the Grand Secretary, so no Grand Secretary has used the Dragon Sword Poem.
The Grand Secretaries present were all the elites of the human race, and almost all of them had read mountains of books and studied the sea of knowledge. Each of them had at least two literary hearts. There was even a Grand Secretary from the Mencius family who had an incomplete supreme literary heart and was able to do two things at the same time, but his literary heart was far less brilliant than Fang Yun's.
Fang Yun and others originally wanted to help those university scholars, but after a closer look, they gave up the idea and used movable protective war poems to protect themselves.
The Grand Secretary’s battle poems are too powerful, the Hanlin has the power to cut off peaks, and the Grand Secretary has the ability to destroy cities!
When Grand Secretary Guo finished his poem, a war poetry army consisting of 5,000 men suddenly appeared and charged straight at those barbarian kings with the momentum of destroying both themselves and the enemy.
As Li Daxueshi finished his poem, ten meteorites ten feet high fell from the sky, hitting the demon kings and the barbarian kings, making them scream in pain.
Even four university scholars cooperated, and with the help of ice arrow rain and hurricane, the huge waves carried the giant whale and rushed into the enemy camp, forcing the powerful Demon King to retreat continuously.
The power of the human race's Grand Secretary is terrifyingly strong. There are even Grand Secretary's War Poems of the Second Realm or Hanlin's War Poems of the Third Realm, which are no less powerful than the Great Confucian War Poems. But even so, the demon kings are only injured but not dead. As long as they have blood, they can recover quickly.
The Corpse Demon King is a dead creature. Its disadvantage is that it is not as flexible as the living Demon King, but its advantage is that its body has been transformed by secret techniques, making it even stronger, and it has no fear, making it the best suicide squad.
Although the monsters were retreating slowly, their formation was not in disarray. The most terrifying one was the Queen Bee Monster King. Little bee monsters kept emerging from her belly. The aura of those bee monsters kept getting stronger, and they could become Bee Monster Kings in at most twenty breaths!
"Who can kill the Queen Bee Demon King? If we let it continue, within a hundred breaths at most, it will create an army of 10,000 Bee Demon Lords, which is enough to trap us!"
"I'll go ahead!" Just as Grand Scholar Tang finished speaking, he saw two figures appear in the fog ahead.
Everyone, including Fang Yun, was horrified.
Flying in front was a white dragon king, a real dragon that was twenty feet long, with clouds and mist all around it, and deep blue eyes. It had neither the will to fight nor anger, and it glanced at everyone present with great indifference, then flew slowly forward on the clouds.
It was clear that the Dragon King had no intention of joining the war, but everyone felt as if a mountain had suddenly pressed down on their hearts, making it hard to breathe and their backs bent.
Although it was the first time that Fang Yun saw the Dragon King, he had already vaguely guessed his identity and clenched his right fist tightly.
This dragon king is already terrifyingly powerful, but behind him, there is a demon king who poses an even greater threat to the human race.
(To be continued…)