As far as the eye can see, the ice peaks are continuous and last for a long time.
Fang turned around and stopped on an iceberg while riding his Zhanshilongma.
Yun Zhaochen then turned around and stood beside Fang Yun. When the other four university scholars saw Yun Zhaochen like this, they had no choice but to stand with Fang Yun.
"Then let me see how you can scare off the bear demon kings of the two tribes!" Lian Pingchao did not stand with Fang Yun and the other six people. He continued to run forward, but slowed down and kept looking back.
Ye Fangge said, "Forget it. This iceberg area is the result of Xiong Kong's Holy Strike. It is a force formed by him tracing the bloodline of the bear clan. It is difficult for us to break it. Our speed has been greatly reduced. It is only a matter of time before they catch up with us. We might as well fight to the death."
"Since we entered the ruins of Dragon City, we knew this would happen." Liu Shan'a said with a smile, but there was a dangerous aura in his eyes.
Fang Yun took out a porcelain bottle from the Yinjiangbei, opened it, and a surging breath gushed out from the porcelain bottle. The breath was as fierce as hot oil that spread out in an instant, submerging and soaking everyone.
Many people instinctively trembled slightly, and all the demon kings stopped.
All the demon kings felt that if they ran faster, they would definitely offend the things in the porcelain bottle.
"The holy blood of the demon clan? And it's the blood of the half-saint of my bear clan?" Xiong Kong jumped onto a five-meter-high iceberg and looked down at Fang Yun and others not far ahead.
The other bear demon kings also became cautious.
Lian Pingchao stopped and looked at the porcelain bottle in Fang Yun's hand in surprise.
Fang Yun said: "Who among you can write a war poem about the attack on the four realms?"
Everyone was stunned, then shook their heads helplessly.
"In the ancient land of Xuemang, only Wei Huangan has cultivated the Great Wind Song to the fourth level and can summon the Holy Soul. Apart from him, no one else has the fourth level of war poetry. On the contrary, the people of Shengyuan Continent have a long lifespan. There are a few scholars who can cultivate low-level war poetry to the fourth level."
"Holy Blood can directly elevate poetry to a higher realm. After using the Fourth Realm Battle Poem, although it will not be elevated to the unprecedented Fifth Realm Battle Poem, it can form a power close to the Fifth Realm. There is no official name for it, and most people call it the Pseudo Fifth Realm."
Fang Yun did not expect that Wei Huangan, the first university scholar in the Xuemang Ancient Land, could practice "The Great Wind Song" to the fourth level. Every time a war poem is improved by one level, it is equivalent to raising one level of literary rank. "The Great Wind Song" is a war poem for a scholar, and the fourth level is equivalent to a university scholar's war poem, but it has powerful characteristics and is much stronger than ordinary university scholar's war poems.
"Da Feng Ge" is an imperial poem. When one reaches the fourth realm of "Saint Soul", the power summoned is not the thoughts of a semi-saint, but the thoughts of Liu Bang, the founding emperor of the Han Dynasty, which can directly borrow power from the Han Empire across time and space.
"There are three realms, right? " Fang Yun asked.
"Yes! Fangge once created a Jinshi war poem during his Jinshi period. Although it has not been handed down from generation to generation, it uses the image of Axe Mountain and the idea of Pangu creating the world in mythology to form the "Falling Axe Chant". It is extremely powerful. Although it has not been handed down from generation to generation, he has used it himself to defeat all the handed down Jinshi exams. So he has been practicing this war poem repeatedly, and has already practiced it to the third level. Its power is equivalent to that of a war poem by a university scholar." Yun Zhaochen said.
"Mr. Fangge, I give you this bottle of holy blood. I will also give you a holy page. As long as they dare to charge forward, you will use "Song of the Falling Axe" on Xiong Kong, the chief of the Xiongya tribe. The "Song of the Falling Axe" of the Fourth Realm has surpassed the ordinary war poems of great scholars. It can at least bring Xiong Kong to the brink of death, or even kill him!" Fang Yun said.
Ye Fangge accepted Fang Yun's holy blood and holy page without hesitation. He said, "Okay! Look at me! If I can use my holy blood to forge the Four Realms Battle Poem, I will die with no regrets! Thank you, Yun Fang!"
The other university scholars were all excitedly staring at the porcelain bottle in Ye Fang's hand, and at the same time writing war poems with holy pages and holy blood, this is what many scholars dream of, if they can do it before they die. Die without regrets.
Holy blood is something that even people from semi-saint families cannot use casually. It is a top-level gift in the gift lists of all saint families, otherwise it would not be given to Fang Yun.
Although those university scholars were excited, there was something more in their eyes when they looked at Fang Yun. This was not the first time that they showed such thoughtfulness.
"Roar… "
The demon king Xiong Kong roared, his nose wrinkled and his teeth exposed, and said, "A mere drop of holy blood is not enough to make us retreat! You only have seven, no, only six grand secretaries now. With the holy page and a drop of holy blood, you are at most equivalent to ten grand secretaries. It's far from enough! Far from us!"
As Xiongsha approached Xiong Kong, he shouted, "Yes! Not even close! In front of our thirty-one demon kings, this is still not enough! Once a battle poem is used up, we have already broken through your defenses and killed you all!"
"Oh. Mr. Hemu, if your second-level poem "Ode to Kunlun" enters the third level, can it resist thirty-one demon kings for a while?"
Tan Hemu was stunned, then laughed and said, "My second-level 'Ode to Kunlun' is already equivalent to a great scholar's defensive war poem. If I can get the help of the Holy Blood and enter the third level, I'm afraid I can defend against a half-saint clone's attack, and stopping these demon kings is no problem!"
"I don't believe you have a second drop of holy blood!" Xiong Kong's eyes emitted a terrifying red light, which looked even more weird against the backdrop of the white bear fur.
"You must believe what I say!" Fang Yun said, taking out the second porcelain bottle and opening it.
A demonic aura like a sea tide instantly spread over dozens of miles.
"The blood of the giant whale half-saint!" Xiong Kong said through gritted teeth.
Xiong Sha asked in a low voice: "Could this be fake?"
"If even the holy blood can be faked, the human race would have unified the world long ago!" Xiong Kong said.
Xiong Sha was so angry that he gnashed his teeth and said, "Who is this kid? He first took out so many holy pages to scare me away, and then took out two drops of holy blood to scare you. He is more angry than a demon!"
"They should be people from the six sub-saint families." Xiong Kong whispered.
Fang Yun said this as he handed the second porcelain bottle to Tan Hemu.
"Are two drops of holy blood enough?" Fang Yun asked.
"Not enough!" Xiong Kong said, and the evil spirits around him were like ice, covering himself with a thick layer of ice armor, covering the armor of qi and blood.
"Well, then I won't take out one bottle at a time." Fang Yun said, taking out three porcelain bottles and opening them one by one.
Three different types of demon saint auras erupted at the same time.
All the university scholars and demon kings couldn't help but shiver, feeling inexplicably panicked.
At this moment, in this place, the aura of five kinds of holy blood are intertwined.
Lian Pingchao, who was about to run away, hurried back and shouted, "My dear nephew Yun Fang, I have reached the third level in the art of playing the zither. As long as you drop some holy blood into my dragon bone incense and ignite it, my Wind and Thunder Attraction will be upgraded to a higher level, equivalent to the power of the fourth level in the art of playing the zither, enough to sweep away all the monsters!"
Liu Shan smiled and said, "It's done! It's done!"
The other people also smiled happily. With five drops of holy blood, they could definitely deal a heavy blow to the thirty-one demon kings. With the combined strength of the seven people, they would at least take the lives of twenty demon kings before they died.
The key point is that both the human and the demon know that Fang Yun probably has more treasures in his hands!
Xiong Kong stared blankly at the three porcelain bottles in Fang Yun's hands, and said to Xiong Sha: "Now I understand how you felt when you saw the stack of holy pages. I feel deeply ashamed and endlessly angry! I really want to curse!"
"As the chief of ten major tribes, I don't have as many treasures as a small Hanlin. How can I not be ashamed!" Xiong Sha was very sad and angry.
Xiong Kong stared at Fang Yun for a long time without saying anything.
Xiong Sha whispered: "How about... let's withdraw first? Wucuo Novel Network has many words".
(To be continued.)