Scholar Guo was unable to write such a powerful and rapid war poem continuously. He handed the holy page to Fang Yun and found that there seemed to be a faint shadow in the depths of Fang Yun's eyes.
"Very sad?" Grand Scholar Guo's expression relaxed. His old face was clearly full of fatigue, but he tried his best to conceal it in order to comfort Fang Yun.
Fang Yun nodded.
"Very unwilling?"
Fang Yun nodded.
"Do you think we're making a huge sacrifice by risking our lives for justice?" asked Grand Secretary Guo.
Fang Yun nodded again.
"Wrong, absolutely wrong! We will only die at most, but you will not only bear our death, but also the rise and fall of the human race! We are just doing what we can. For the people of Shengyuan Continent, we are going against the tide, but for you, we are just going with the tide. You are walking on a road that no one else can set foot on, and you are carrying the highest mission of the human race. You are going against the tide of the human race, and there may even be a day when the saints of the human race fall one by one, and you will have to face the saints of the demons and barbarians alone! We will die in battle, and you will too, but if you die here, there will be no one to stop the entire human race behind you in the future!"
A gleam of water flashed across Fang Yun's eyes, then quickly disappeared.
"It is easy to sacrifice one's life for justice, but it is not easy to survive." After saying this, Mr. Guo took out the holy page with his hands covered with age spots and wrote the war poem again.
The holy page burned, and "Song of the Immortal Crane" emitted a large amount of white light, and finally formed a ten-foot-long war poem crane, which landed beside Fang Yun.
"Go ahead." Guo Daxueshi handed a precious pen to Peng Zouchao and looked at Fang Yun with a kind smile, just like an old man looking at his children and grandchildren.
"I..." Fang Yun felt something blocking his throat and was unable to speak. He could only sit on the Zhan Shi Crane in silence.
Peng Zouzhao and Kong Mingji each took out a piece of the Grand Secretary's treasure pen selected from the Holy Academy's treasure house. They also released the War Poetry Crane and rode on it.
Scholar Guo turned around and walked in the opposite direction.
Three War Poetry Cranes were flying in the sky. Fang Yun turned around and shouted, "Mr. Guo, if you have anything to say, I will definitely bring it to your family if I can go back."
After a moment of silence, Grand Secretary Guo said, "Give birth to a few more children, and follow Fang Xusheng into the demon world and kill him!"
Xianhe and Pingbu Qingyun walked in the opposite direction. Instantly, they pulled away from each other. Fang Yun heard the sound of Guo Daxueshi using Bixue Danxin, which gradually faded.
"Wherever my body is, my righteousness will remain. My blood will turn to green..."
Amidst the fierce roar and brilliant light from behind, three cranes carrying three people flew forward at high speed.
This time, it took a full quarter of an hour for the demon kings to catch up.
When Fang Yun and the other two looked back, they saw that the formation of the monster kings was in complete chaos, and their number had dropped to forty-three. The remaining monsters were either killed in battle or seriously injured and unable to catch up.
The arrogant queen bee demon king had disappeared, and several of the bird demon kings that were good at flying had been killed by the great scholars who fought desperately. The remaining corpse demon kings were all covered with scars, and the injuries caused by the righteous spirit made it impossible for them to recover in a short time.
There were still fourteen normal demon kings and barbarian kings left. Most of them were covered in wounds. Among them, the demon kings of the three ancestral gods were responsible for the heaviest pursuit mission, so they had the most wounds. However, the ancestral gods were very powerful, and although they had many wounds, their injuries were relatively lighter than those of other demon kings and barbarian kings.
Only the Dragon King of Zhenhai can ride on the clouds and mist, and he is the most relaxed.
At this moment, the eyes of most demon kings and barbarian kings were bloodshot. They were dominated by their vigorous fighting instincts and were running, jumping, or flying with all their might.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! There are only two Hanlin left. This is much easier than dealing with one Grand Secretary!"
"Hurry! Hurry up! The end of the canyon is just ahead, we can't let them pass!"
"No! If they keep up this speed, they may enter the Three Valleys battlefield! We must not let them in!"
"Those corpse demon kings are too badly injured and too slow!"
"Then don't worry about them, let's charge ahead with the fourteen of us alive!"
"But... some of them are only slightly faster than the Corpse Demon King."
"No, if we are so slow, they might rush into the Sangu battlefield first!"
"Zhenhai Dragon King, why don't you take action! Fang Yun's life is at your fingertips, why don't you take action?" The demon king Hu Lan roared.
The Dragon King of Zhenhai sneered, "Why, the little cat who admitted defeat in front of me back then dares to give orders now?"
Hu Lan and the other demon kings' faces changed, and they realized that although the Zhenhai Dragon King had disappeared in recent years and had just reappeared, he cooperated with the demons and barbarians and no longer showed any murderous intent, but that did not mean that he was an easy-going Dragon King.
"Lord Ao Cang, only you can turn the tide. If His Majesty the Dragon Saint of the West Sea saw you kill Fang Yun, he would be extremely pleased and might even let you become the Dragon King of the West Sea ahead of time!"
As the Zhenhai Dragon King flew, he lazily said, "You are so stupid. No wonder you dare not talk back when scolded by humans. He is Wenxing Dragon Lord! Even if I am a real dragon, killing a dragon lord is a serious crime. If I really do it, that damn old man Donghai Dragon Saint will definitely find a chance to kill me! So, I can watch him die, but I will never do it at this time. I will wait until he becomes a university scholar."
The Dragon King of Zhenhai looked at these demon kings and barbarian kings with a look full of undisguised contempt. Except for the demon king Mingle who was very far behind, all the demon kings present were defeated in his eyes, and the kind of defeated kings who were so vulnerable that they were not worth caring about at all.
If this matter was not of great importance, the Dragon King of Zhenhai would have killed it directly based on Hu Lan's words alone!
Many demon kings and barbarian kings looked at each other, and remembering the vicious reputation of the Dragon King of the Sea, no one dared to persuade or request anymore. They were not the demon king Mingqi, and could not control the way to enter the Wanwang Mountain and make the real dragon bow its head.
Hu Lan's heart was filled with intense hatred. If he killed Fang Yun this time, he would be trained by the Tiger God clan and even the entire demon world. He would be able to use at will those divine objects that he dared not even think about and those secret places that he could not even touch. His future achievements would definitely surpass those of the Dragon King of Zhenhai.
But now, the Dragon King of Zhenhai can obviously help easily, but he doesn't take action, causing the opportunity to disappear.
Hu Lan looked at the other two demon kings of the Ancestral God Clan and said, "Langbo! Shehu! We have a great opportunity in front of us. If we lose it, we will not only get nothing, but will also be punished and become the laughing stock of the clan! The human race can use their blood and loyalty, and we can also exchange our lifespan for power! Do you dare to kill Fang Yun with me? Those two Hanlins are nothing to be afraid of!"
There was a fierce light in Langbo and Shehu's eyes.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
The three-headed demon king suddenly roared to the sky, and dark mist erupted from his body. Then his body formed a huge suction force, not only sucking the mist into his body, but also sucking the virtual image of the ancestor god behind them.
The surrounding demon kings retreated hastily.
Even the Dragon King of Zhenhai frowned slightly.
"Ah..."
The three-headed demon king's body suddenly expanded, and bulging tendons and blood vessels appeared on their body surface, and powerful blood and qi flowed in their body. Then their lips and teeth opened, and their hair grew rapidly, like a ferocious monster.
"Boom..."
The three-headed demon king suddenly sped up, running and jumping at more than twice the speed of sound, far exceeding the speed of the Grand Secretary's Pingbu Qingyun and Zhan Shi Xianhe.
On the ground behind them, there was a series of spider-web-like cracks.
The three-headed demon king was getting closer and closer to the three war poetry cranes.
On the crane, Peng Zouchao and Kong Mingji looked at each other and nodded slightly.
Peng Zouzhao controlled his sleeves with his talent, rolled up the Wenbao pen left by Grand Secretary Guo, looked at Fang Yun, and said: "The Sangu Lianzhan is now handed over to you. Just as Grand Secretary Guo said before his death, the mission on your shoulders is heavier than ours! We can die, but you can't!"
Fang Yun looked at Peng Zouzhao. Looking at this first Hanlin of the human race and his empty sleeves, his eyes were filled with sorrow and anger.
Peng Zouzhao said slowly, "That day, Mr. Qiu Chongshan asked who was still alive, and you answered 'I'm still alive'. So, I hope you can keep your word. In fact, three years ago, I learned about the importance of this three-valley battle. As a selected Hanlin, Mr. Guo Daxueshi told me that the chances of surviving the three-valley battle were very slim, and it could even be said that I would die."
Peng Zouzhao took a deep breath and continued, "I am not afraid of dying in Sangu, nor do I have any resentment. I even think it is an honor and affirmation. It's just... I won't accept it! The Southern Saint promised me that as long as I become a university scholar, he can reshape my arms for me! I want to become a university scholar! I have never held a piece of paper, I have never held a brush, I can only feel the paper and brush with my shoulders, teeth, and feet, but I have never touched them with my hands! I am not afraid of sacrifice, but I won't accept it! I have never touched anything! I won't accept it!"
Fang Yun's eyes were filled with tears, and he gritted his teeth to hold back the tears. He really wanted to go and stop Yaoman, but his mind told him that he couldn't do that.
Peng Zouchao's eyes were filled with tears as he said, "But I know that I am a human, I am Peng Zouchao, and I am the number one Hanlin! I must do everything I can to protect this human race! No matter how unwilling I am, I will protect it with my life! Fortunately, fortunately, a man named Fang Yun appeared. His poems are used to stabilize the country, his lyrics are spread all over the world, and he created one war poem after another. He suppressed monsters and barbarians in the Holy Ruins, eradicated plague in the hunting grounds, suppressed the aquatic tribe in Ning'an, and even wrote articles to shock the saints and fight against divine punishment! I read stories about you in the Literary Newspaper and your poems and articles in the Holy Way. One day, I suddenly felt willing. I was really willing to come to Sangu to fight! Because I know that no matter what happens to me in the future, there will be a man named Fang Yun who can do better!"
Fang Yun looked at Peng Zouzhao, his eyes blurred by tears.
Peng Zouzhao released the "Song of the Immortal Crane" from Wenbao's pen for Fang Yun, then lowered his head, looked at his empty sleeves, then looked up at Fang Yun and said, "I don't have arms, so I cherish this world more than anyone else; I can't hug, so I want to protect this world more than anyone else! Fang Xusheng, please live on, because you can protect the human race better than I can!"
The War Poetry Crane under Fang Yun suddenly turned around and headed towards the Demon King.
"Please touch the future of human race for me!" Wherever Peng Zouzhao flew, there was a sparkling crystal object.
Tears slowly slid down Fang Yun's face.
Two War Poetry Cranes rushed towards the three-headed demon king. The aura of the person on one of the War Poetry Cranes suddenly increased, and he was promoted from Hanlin to Grand Secretary.
"Wherever my body is, wherever my righteousness is, my blood will turn to green..."
Fang Yun was on top of the Zhan Shi Crane, listening to the rumbling sound behind him, tears flowing like a bursting dam.
"I want to live!"
“You must stay alive!”
"If I die, their sacrifice will be in vain!"
"I swear to kill all the demons and barbarians today, and I will slaughter all the saints in the demon world! One day, I will cut off the bloodline of all their tribes and come to Sangu to pay tribute to you!"
"I want to live!"
"Only by living well can we kill all those beasts! No one can stop us!"
"I will..."
"Kill you all!"
Fang Yun's hateful voice tore through the sky and broke through the clouds.
(To be continued…)