Mingqi Demon King.
This is a bird demon that can only cry. It has no magic, no strong blood, and can't fly high or fast. Even its fertility is extremely low, but its cry can penetrate any protective force except that of Wendan.
With strange and mysterious voice, he is invincible in the same level.
Scholars of the same rank as Mingqi are absolutely unable to defend themselves against the power of Mingqi's mysterious voice.
Every hundred years, there are one or two scholars who can break the myth of Mingqi's invincibility, but it is useless for the vast majority of scholars.
Legend has it that in the demon world, there are no more than three great demon kings Mingqi at most, and no more than ten demon kings Mingqi. Mingqi of this level plays a great role in Wanwang Mountain. Even in the battle between the two worlds, only one appeared. Now, one appeared in the ancient land of Sangu.
The Mingqi Demon King was just a two-foot-long emerald green bird. Although it followed the White Dragon King, it was more leisurely than the White Dragon King. It was using its hard beak to comb its feathers, as if this encirclement and suppression of scholars was just a small episode that could not even make it temporarily give up preening its feathers to seek a mate.
The demon lord Mingqi often appeared in the ancient land of Sangu, but the appearance of the demon king Mingqi made all the scholars smell the decisiveness and cruelty of the demon clan.
In terms of rarity, Mingqi at the demon king level is no less rare than a real dragon!
While using the battle poem to charge forward, Grand Scholar Guo said to the other party, "There is no need to say much about the demon king Mingqi. The White Dragon King is the Dragon King of the Sea, the descendant of the Dragon Saint of the West Sea, with the blood of the Ancestral Dragon. He has been rampant in the three realms and has never met an opponent. He has been suppressed at the level of Dragon King, wanting to obtain a better means to be promoted to the Great Dragon King. In this way, he can lay the foundation for the Ancient Dragon Emperor. His best means of promotion is the drop of Ancestral Dragon's true blood that you obtained, so that the White Dragon Fish of the West Sea Dragon Saint forced you to give it. He came here today. Just to take revenge, and also to... stop you from using the imperial poem!"
Fang Yun's understanding of the monsters and ancient demons far surpassed that of Grand Secretary Guo, but he knew far less about the secrets of the human and dragon races than this great man who was stationed at the Holy Academy. After listening to Grand Secretary Guo's explanation, he remembered that the real dragon did have the means to restrain or even seize the Emperor's Poetry Dragon.
When the Sun Golden Dragon appeared, it was the True Dragon Ao Yuwei who took him away. When the Destruction Yellow Dragon appeared a few days ago, it was the True Dragon Ao Huang who took him away. These were not coincidences. This was because, apart from the Dragon Saint, only the True Dragon could lead the Dragon Soul.
Now Fang Yun can't kill the demon king even with the sound of the great way, except for the imperial poems, because the sound of the great way is essentially the power of the great Confucian. Although the demon king is one level lower than the great Confucian, there are still many ways to block it.
The Zhenhai Dragon King's beard twitched slightly as he looked towards Fang Yun. A complex expression flashed across his azure eyes, and he then said with a dragon roar that could pierce through the clouds and split the rocks: "I came here today only to settle the grudge of the Ancestral Dragon's true blood. Apart from taking away your dragon soul, everything else has nothing to do with me."
Fang Yun had a cold expression, his eyes were like ice, and he said with a spring thunder: "The Dragon Saint of the West Sea tried to seize the blood of the Ancestral Dragon but failed. He then plotted to destroy my peace, ruin my palace examination, and cut off my path to sainthood. Today, he even sent you to kill me. As the saying goes, three times the limit, I will definitely repay the Dragon Saint of the West Sea a hundredfold!"
The Dragon King of Zhenhai was calm and composed, with the mist around him still. He said proudly, "As long as the emperor doesn't write a poem, I won't take action. Besides, a mere Jinshi is not worth my action. As for those big words, I'll say them after I survive the Mingle Monster King."
"He's just the Demon King Mingqi. Nothing to be afraid of." Fang Yun's expression was calmer than the Dragon King Zhenhai, as if he really didn't take the Demon King Mingqi seriously at all.
The Mingqi Demon King suddenly stopped combing his feathers, tilted his head, and looked at Fang Yun seriously.
The scholars present had their own thoughts. Everyone knew how talented Fang Yun was in literature. However, few people knew that Fang Yun had already reached the peak of the second realm a long time ago. Because those who knew had long been gagged by Dong Sheng, the demon clan had no way of knowing.
As for the third realm, even top scholars find it difficult to reach it, and many semi-saints can only reach the third realm after being canonized as saints.
A literary talent at the peak of the second realm can definitely block the power of the Mingqi Demon King.
However, blocking is one thing, and being able to counterattack is another. Previously, Fang Yun used the words of the classics of the saints to kill Mingqi, but that was because those Mingqi were of low rank. Now, if Fang Yun wants to hurt the Mingqi Demon King, it will be more difficult than defending Ning'an City that day.
The Queen Bee Demon King said, "Mingle, stop playing and kill them all as soon as possible. If you continue playing, they will break through our defense line."
Both sides spoke very quickly. At this time, the pursuers behind them had not even arrived at Mo Ming's Mo family city.
The demon king Mingle nodded and said in a musical voice: "Since these humans are seeking their own death, I will help them. It's boring to use a butcher knife to kill a chicken. I have to do it myself for a mere human slave."
After saying this, the feathers around the Demon King Mingle trembled gently, his expression became extremely focused, and layers of mist appeared in his eyes.
Grand Scholar Guo shouted, "Everyone, be careful. Protect with all your strength, rush over as fast as possible, and kill Mingqi first!"
"Hahaha, kill me? Dream on!" The demon king Mingle retreated quickly. At the same time, more than twenty corpse demon kings protected Mingqi. Even the queen bee demon king moved closer to the demon king Mingle.
The originally unbreakable defense line began to loosen, but because the monsters were constantly retreating, the human race found it difficult to attack Mingqi for a while.
Everyone's body was cold. How many breaths could he hold out against the mysterious sound? One breath or two
Fang Yun suddenly said: "My fellow scholars, please continue to break through. It is just an arrogant little bird. Any scholar from the human race can deal with it! With this saint here, it can only shut up!"
“Hahaha… young human, your mere provocation is useless to me. I don’t like to talk too much. So, die!” Mingqi took a deep breath, then opened his mouth and made a Mingqi mystery sound.
While Mingqi was laughing, a holy page appeared on the tray in front of Fang Yun's chest. Fang Yun held a Hanlin Wenbao brush, dipped it in the ink of the Inkstone Girl, and began to write with his wonderful writing.
I entered the ancient courtyard early in the morning, and the sun shone on the tall trees.
A winding path leads to a secluded place, where the study is surrounded by flowers and trees.
The mountain scenery pleases the birds, while the lake's reflection empties the human heart.
All sounds are silent, but the sound of bells and chimes remains.
Fang Yun finished the poem in one breath, but the eyes of the nearby university scholars were more sharp. When Fang Yun finished writing, his eyes had already scanned the entire poem. Even at this critical moment of breaking out, the instinct of scholars made them secretly praise in their hearts.
The Juren, Jinshi or Hanlin scholars nearby who did not participate in the battle seemed to have left the battlefield the moment they saw the whole poem. On a bright morning, they walked along a mountain road surrounded by woods and came to an ancient academy.
Keep walking on the winding road until you reach a secluded place, feeling relaxed and contented, experiencing the fun of exploration and tranquility. Soon, the view in front of you becomes open and bright, and a study appears, surrounded by blooming flowers and lush vegetation.
Under the sunshine, the birds are very happy, and the pond nearby is clear and transparent, cleansing people's souls.
.(To be continued)
ps: I'm going out with friends tonight, the second update might be late, ahem...