Everyone was stunned. How could something with the aura of a semi-saint be shattered so easily
Although a semi-saint is not immortal, the power of the holy force contained in it can easily last for millions of years as long as it is not eroded by an overly powerful force.
Although the ruins of Dragon City are dilapidated, there is almost no strong external force, and it is impossible for them to be damaged so easily.
"Yun Fang, how dare you tease me!" Lian Pingchao shouted angrily and turned his head suddenly. The red light in his eyes became brighter, the vitality of heaven and earth around him shook, and strong winds scattered.
"Mr. Pingchao, you are joking. It's just that you are short-sighted!" Fang Yun straightened his waist and responded to Lian Pingchao without fear.
Lian Pingchao gritted his teeth, and all his words were blocked by Fang Yun, because he had said before that he could not blame Fang Yun for his misjudgment, but only himself.
Ye Fangge advised, "Old Lian is so old, but he still has a hot temper. You just lost a piece of Phoenix Fire Wutong wood, don't you still have the fur of the Demon Saint in your hand? Who hasn't made mistakes when choosing things in the antique market?"
Lian Pingchao asked slowly: "Yun Fang, let me ask you, did you know in advance that there was something wrong with this thing?"
Fang Yun asked back: "Then I would also like to ask Mr. Ping Chao, do you want this thing, or do I force it to give it to you?"
The entrance to the ruins of Dragon City was surrounded by blood mist, and the vital energy was shaking. In the blood mist, Fang Yun and Lian Pinghu looked at each other, and the other five people kept their lips tightly closed, and the atmosphere was depressing.
After a while, Lian Pingchao smiled coldly and said, "Since you teased me, your friendship with me is over! If others are in trouble, I will definitely help them, but if anything happens to you, don't blame me for standing by and watching!"
"Oh." Fang Yun agreed casually, calmly. He had known about the Xuemang Ancient Land for a long time, and he had no hope for someone like Lian Pingchao.
"Hmph!" Lian Pingchao flicked his sleeves and looked at the light curtain that separated the entrance from the periphery of the ruins.
Liu Shan laughed and said, "Then I will start writing "Chang Wu"."
"Changwu" is a poem in "The Book of Songs", the oldest collection of poems of mankind. It was written by ancient people and finally compiled and revised by Confucius into "Book of Songs", becoming one of the Confucian classics.
This poem is a poem for going to war, also known as a marching poem, and is the only marching poem handed down from generation to generation. It directly enhances the power of the human race. Some scholars will practice it repeatedly. Once they reach the third level, it is enough to make the body of an ordinary soldier equivalent to that of a demon soldier. It is one of the fundamental powers that enable the human race to fight against demons and barbarians.
The only flaw of this poem is that it requires a very low rank. If one does not practice it repeatedly to improve his realm, the power of this poem after being used by a great scholar will be almost the same as that of a Jinshi, and it can only increase its range.
Many university scholars and great scholars have studied the poem of marching, but unfortunately only a few can produce a poem of high literary status, and it cannot be passed down to future generations.
Therefore, the handed-down heroic poems have always been the shortcoming of the human race.
"The king has ordered the ministers to be illustrious and glorious. The great ancestor Nan Zhong, the great master's father..."
Liu Shan'a holds the great scholar's pen and writes quickly. The poem is completed in three realms and the soul of the virtual saint appears.
The poem page burned quickly, then turned into a radiance that penetrated into the bodies of the seven people.
“Crack, crack…”
Fang Yun heard the sound of his bones growing rapidly. Then he found that his body was full of strength and his body grew two inches taller in a short period of time. The muscles all over his body bulged, stretching his Hanlin uniform tight.
"Changwu" can not only make the human race strong, but also enhance the human race's reaction ability and other aspects, so even great scholars need to receive a boost before fighting.
Fang Yun felt dizzy and realized that he had rarely come into contact with the Three Realms Marching Poetry, and his body was having trouble adapting for a while. So he reached into his clothes and took out a marching pill jointly developed by farmers, doctors and military strategists from the Yinjiangbei. It was said that it was made from the flesh and blood of leopard monsters and shark monsters with abundant life. Eating one pill would ensure that you would not be hungry for ten days.
Fang Yun ate one pill and found that he was still hungry. He continued to eat and finally stopped after eating five pills. In order to avoid any harm to his body, he took out a piece of Dragon Palace Blood Ginseng and put it in his mouth.
The other six grand secretaries had received the enhancement of the apostolic poem hundreds of times, and their bodies had become familiar with this power, so they did not react as strongly as Fang Yun.
Lian Pingchao snorted lightly, his eyes full of disdain. Qiu Meng and Tan Hemu shook their heads slightly. They all saw that Fang Yun had too little practical experience and could not even immediately withstand the Three Realms Farewell Poems. He would definitely suffer if he went deep into the ruins of Dragon City.
Ye Fangge said, "Yun Fang, I see you don't have much experience. Zhao Chen agreed to let you come just to let you see the world and put your knowledge of ancient exploration into practice. After this layer of light curtain, you will be at the outskirts of the ruins. There will be many war statues inside. If we are not careful, we may not be able to protect you. I do not recommend you to enter."
Lian Pingchao interrupted, "So when God wants to give a man a great responsibility, he must first make him suffer and work hard. If he can't even overcome the small difficulties outside the ruins, he is not worthy of being called a scholar. He should just stay in the rear city and be a Taiping Hanlin."
Fang Yun said calmly: "Thank you Mr. Fangge for your attention. As for whether I am worthy of being called a scholar, Mr. Pingchao has no say. The child's method of provoking others is useless to me. If you like to chatter, I will listen to you at another time, but this is the ruins of Dragon City. We are going to the Five Dragons Hall, so it is not suitable for long speeches."
Lian Pingchao glared at the others and said, "Look, this guy is so arrogant even though he is only a Hanlin. He has no respect for an elder like me. How can we feel at ease entering the ruins of Dragon City with such a person?"
"Okay, both of you, stop talking. Mr. Pingchao is experienced and makes sense. Yunfang is young and energetic, so it's harmless. Hemu, you have already practiced the second level of Hanlin Zenghu Poetry. I'm counting on you."
Tan Hemu nodded slightly and wrote the second realm's Hanlin Zenghu poem "Yijia".
The protection-enhancing war poem is different from the defense-enhancing war poem. The defense-enhancing war poem is only used for one person, while the protection-enhancing war poem is used for a large range of people. The power of the protection-enhancing war poem is relatively weak, but if it triggers a shocking phenomenon, it will be of great significance.
Enhancement and protection can overlap.
There is only one poem of encouragement handed down from generation to generation, "Changwu". Poems of enhancement and protection are better. There are poems of enhancement and protection handed down from generation to generation for the three literary ranks of Xiucai, Juren and Hanlin, but there are no poems of enhancement and protection handed down from generation to generation for higher literary ranks.
After Tan Hemu finished his poem, a layer of transparent light armor appeared on the surface of everyone's body. It was only as thick as four or five pieces of paper stacked together, but it had stronger protective capabilities than ordinary steel. An ordinary demon lord would need at least two full-strength attacks to defeat it.
For a grand secretary, poems to strengthen the army and poems to inspire people are of little use; these two poems are enough.
"Everyone, call out some of the War Poetry soldiers first, and then enter the light curtain."
All seven of them used war poems to summon strong war poem soldiers and generals. Only Fang Yun had less than five soldiers, while the number of war poem soldiers and generals of the others was more than two thousand.
Yun Zhaochen waved his hand, and seven people entered the light curtain under the protection of Zhan Shi’s soldiers.
Fang Yun felt that the light curtain seemed to be non-existent and he passed through it easily.
Seven people arrived at the outskirts of the ruins.
Fang Yun looked carefully and found that the blood mist in the sky was thicker, and it could be seen that the distance had dropped to fifteen miles.
Fang Yun compared it with the entrance in his mind. The good thing was that there was no dust here, as if it was protected by the power of the Five Dragon Hall. Weapons and items that were not particularly damaged could be seen everywhere.
The bad part was that ten stone statues as tall as five stories rushed over.
(To be continued.)