Qiu Meng sighed and said, "My fellow writers from the sub-saint families, it would have been better if you had known Fang Xusheng earlier. If I had known that Fang Xusheng was so high in status, how could I have made such a stupid choice? It's just 1,400 kilograms of dragon-patterned rice."
Meng Jingye smiled and said, "You are not unlucky. If you knew how many people in Shengyuan Continent were deceived by him... ahem, if you knew how many short-sighted people sought their own death, you would understand that you are actually very lucky. As for the six of you, with the personal decree of Saint Fang Xu, as long as you change your ways, you can move to Shengyuan Continent at any time. Goodbye!"
After saying this, the people from the three sub-saint families entered the dungeon one after another.
The remaining Grand Scholars of Xuemang Ancient Land stayed where they were, thinking about what Meng Jingye had said before.
Wei Huangan was stunned for a while, then smiled bitterly and said, "This scholar has always been proud to be invited by the Holy Academy, but who knew that you would be so lucky that Fang Xusheng just gave you a piece of paper and a word, and you would have the opportunity to move to Shengyuan Continent."
Tan Hemu sighed and said, "Although our ancestors fled to Xuemang and have hated Shengyuan Continent for generations, if they can choose, I think most scholars would still like to return to Shengyuan Continent, even if it is a hundred times more difficult to advance to a higher position. The six of you have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so you must seize it. With the care of Saint Fangxu, your status will be extraordinary."
The six people held the holy edict in their hands and bowed their heads in thought.
Wei Huangan said: "Let's go, let's go into the prison of crime together."
Everyone walked down the stairs and disappeared into the entrance one by one.
There was a flash of light, and Fang Yun felt himself being torn apart by a huge force. He appeared in mid-air, and then stood firmly on the ground with his powerful reaction ability.
The world before my eyes was dark red.
Fang Yun looked around vigilantly. He had known that the blood mist in the dungeon would be thicker, but who knew it would be so thick that the visibility was only two hundred feet!
Two hundred feet, which means that even the verbal battles of ordinary Hanlin can reach the destination in one breath after reaching the highest speed, which means that the demon king can directly launch a demon attack. It also means that if the demon king consumes the power of the holy phase and turns it into speed, he can reach the destination in two breaths, and if he runs normally at full speed, he can reach the destination in ten breaths.
"Two hundred feet, it's too unfair to the human race..."
Fang Yun continued to observe. In addition to the blood mist, there was a row of cages on each side. The cages were similar to human prisons, all made of metal railings. The difference was that the iron railings were engraved with dragon characters, forming a powerful force to prevent the prisoners from escaping.
These cages are independent, and only a few can be seen within two hundred feet. Each cage is fifty feet long and nearly fifty feet high, and is firmly cast into the ground.
Fang Yun stepped on the ground, took a closer look, and secretly cursed the dragon clan for their extravagance.
The floor of this dungeon was actually made of dragon blood rock, which was made by collecting various top-grade stones that were extremely solid. After being crushed, special divine metals were added, and then real dragon blood was injected, and some blood of the Dragon Saint must be dripped in, so as to refine pieces of dragon blood rock.
The tower at the main gate of Liangjie Mountain was made of dragon blood rock, stretching for 500 feet. It was found by the saints from the ruins of Dragon City after many years of searching.
This dungeon is dozens or even hundreds of miles in radius and is made of dragon blood rock. If it is placed on the Two Worlds Mountain, it is enough to cover the main city wall. Unless the saints attack the city, the city wall will never be damaged.
Fang Yun immediately took out the inkstone turtle, and used the Grand Secretary Wen Bao Zhengqi pen to dip it into the ink of the ink girl, and wrote the full war poem "Night Attack", transforming himself into a general wearing armor and attacking the enemy camp at night, riding a war poem horse.
"Night Attack" was originally just a war poem by a Juren. Even if it reached the second level, it was only equivalent to a war poem by a Jinshi. It became a shortcoming for Fang Yun now and could not be compared with the war poem Longma by the Grand Secretary.
Fang Yun rode the Zhanshi military horse to the nearest cage.
The cage was square, with each railing one foot apart. Through the gaps in the railings, Fang Yun saw a dried corpse inside.
Fang Yun took a closer look and recognized that it was an ancient shark king. It was in a very bad shape. If it had not been for the protection of the cage, it would have been blown away long ago.
Fang Yun tried to reach his hand into the gap between the railings, but he encountered an invisible film and was unable to enter.
Looking at the cages and blood mist in front of him, Fang Yun outlined the general scene of the entire first floor. There should be hundreds or thousands of rows of cages here. Each row of cages is more than two hundred feet apart, and the cages in the same row are about fifty feet apart.
Then, Fang Yun's expression changed and an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"After entering the dungeon, you will appear in different locations. If someone is moved to a cage, then they can only consider themselves unlucky."
Fang Yun was thinking when he suddenly heard a slight vibration from the side. He looked carefully, shook the reins, turned around and ran.
“It’s Fang Yun!”
"There can't be a dragon-eating vine here!"
"Xiong Tu said that even if he had the Dragon Talisman, he could only avoid the jailers here but could not command them, let alone Fang Yun!"
"catch him!"
"We can't let him get away!"
"Revenge for my brother!"
There were actually four bear demon kings, all subordinates of the Bear Butcher from the Angry Axe Tribe.
The moment the four demon kings saw Fang Yun, they retreated at first out of fear of the Dragon-Devouring Vine's reputation, but they quickly reacted and chased after him with all their might.
Fang Yun thought to himself that this was bad. If he encountered one Bear Demon King, he would not need to retreat. Instead, he could fight to test the gap and perhaps win. But if he encountered two Bear Demon Kings, he would have to avoid them and stay away from them. Now there were four Bear Demon Kings, and running away was the only option.
"Haha, this idiot, he doesn't have a university scholar by his side, and he doesn't have a war poem dragon horse, so his speed is too slow!"
"We can catch up with him in thirty breaths at most!"
The four demon kings were seen running at an extremely fast speed, and the distance between the two sides was rapidly closing.
What Fang Yun was worried about finally happened.
Fang Yun took out the holy page and held the Grand Secretary's Righteousness Pen in hand, ready to use the power of the holy page to turn the virtual into the real to form a poem to stop the four demon kings. But a moment later, Fang Yun put away the holy page and wrote quickly with the Righteousness Pen.
The desert sand is like snow,
The moon over Yanshan is like a hook.
When will the golden brain be
Walk quickly and enjoy the autumn.
While Fang Yun was writing, his vision became blurry. He seemed to see a scholar standing at the foot of Yanshan Mountain, looking at the crescent moon. The moonlight sprinkled down, making the desert look like snow with white light. The scholar wondered when he could ride a war horse, use a golden saddle, and gallop on the battlefield in autumn.
Right now! Now!
The original light emerges.
The first precious light emerged.
The inherited treasure light emerges.
The layers of light from the ink girl, the inkstone, the tortoise shell, the precious pen, etc., added up to increase the power of the entire poem several times.
The Hanlin’s poem about running!
A warhorse with a golden saddle immediately appeared beside Fang Yun. The new black warhorse was much taller and stronger than the warhorse created in "Night Raid". With the golden saddle, it looked majestic and powerful.
There is a crescent mark on the forehead of this warhorse.
Fang Yun clearly sensed that the actual speed of this batch of black golden armored war horses far exceeded that of ordinary Hanlin war poems, and was only slightly inferior to the war poems of the Grand Secretary. They could be completely called pseudo-Grand Secretary war poems.
"It's the power of the Moon Emperor!"
Fang Yun was delighted. He did not expect that this poem could actually bring out the power of the Moon Emperor and the Moon Phase Divine Stone.
Fang Yun immediately jumped onto the new warhorse, and then discovered that a large area of desert appeared behind the warhorse! .
(To be continued.)