When the three-headed ancient demon king saw Fang Yun wake up, he actually stopped. The university scholars who had a chance to catch their breath immediately strengthened their defenses. At the same time, they looked at Fang Yun with a hint of joy on their faces, but there was sadness in their eyes.
"Fang Yun, let Wu Chang out!" said the Ancient Elephant King.
"If you let him out, we might be able to give you a chance. After all, you are from the Hundred Emperors Tribe, at the top of the stars." said the Ancient Ape King.
The ancient tiger king's sharp claws slid lightly across the ground, making a long hissing sound and leaving a shallow mark. His eyes were like lights, and he did not hide the murderous intent and threats in his heart.
Fang Yun's eyes swept across the ancient demon treasures on the three ancient demon kings. Now that they had put them on, he could only use the ability of the Fu Yue clan to weaken them and could not force them to take them off.
Fang Yun tried his best to conceal his mental and physical fatigue. He looked at the nine university scholars who were still standing and said, "I have just recovered and I am in better spirits. How is the battle going? What are the chances of escaping?"
The nine university scholars looked at Fang Yun, but no one spoke.
Fang Yun was stunned and sighed softly, thinking, yes, nine people can't say that the chance of escape is zero.
"What about the battle situation? We still can't hurt them?" Fang Yun frowned and looked at the three-headed demon king. There were many signs of new growth on the three-headed demon king's body, but it was nothing serious. His blood and energy were still strong, so he could hold on for another hour without any problem.
Wei Huangan said helplessly: "No, absolutely not! We even used our Blood and Heart and Holy Pages to attract the righteous energy, but it can only injure them but not kill them. They will grow flesh and blood very quickly. All our attacks only resulted in a small loss of their energy and blood."
"The qi and blood of these ancient demon kings are much more powerful than those of ordinary demon kings. If my guess is correct, the total amount of qi and blood in each ancient demon king's body is ten times that of a demon of the same rank." Meng Jingye said.
"At least fifteen times! And the quality is at least twice! If you obtain the ancient demon's inheritance and become a king, it will double again!" Fang Yun knew better than anyone how powerful the ancient demon clan was.
Many university scholars were shocked. Yun Zhaochen sighed and said, "No wonder it feels like their blood and energy are endless. Now I understand why they always say that the demon barbarians can only defeat the ancient demon clan by relying on the demon sea tactics. If they don't attack them with ten times the force, they will die without any life."
"Actually, excess qi and blood is not the biggest problem," Zeng Yue said.
Everyone looked at Zeng Yue and motioned for him to continue.
Zeng Yue looked around at everyone and said, "After I entered the Blood Mang Ancient Land, although my strength has declined, I am still at the stage of studying things. I have the power of studying things, exploring the essence of things, and I have long seen that the flesh and blood inside the ancient monsters' bodies are not particularly strong, but their blood, skin, and some of the flesh and blood under the skin completely surpass the monsters. The hardness of their internal flesh and blood is probably only a hundred times that of humans, but the hardness of their external flesh is hundreds of thousands of times that of humans, which is completely impossible to estimate."
Fang Yun nodded. There was no detailed research on the flesh and blood of ancient monsters in the ancient monster inheritance. He said, "This statement is correct. In other words, as long as we break the protection of the flesh and blood of the ancient monsters, our war poems can cause great trauma to their bodies. It will increase their consumption of blood and qi, slow their recovery, and thus kill them?"
"That's right. My opinion is the same as Zeng Yue's. We have all tried penetrating battle poems. Only under extremely coincidental circumstances can we attack inside their bodies. And every time we attack inside the body, these ancient monsters react greatly. They will become more angry and even roar." Meng Jingye said.
Mo Yao hurriedly said, "Your Majesty the Ancient Demon King, don't let them continue talking! They are researching ways to kill you. Be careful!"
The Ancient Ape King laughed contemptuously and said, "What if we let them continue their research? But you are right. Since they won't hand over Wu Chang, we have no choice but to take action. Fang Yun, let me remind you that Wu Chang's status is higher than ours. He is the grandson of the ancient demon saint 'Wu Yue'. Once he dies, His Majesty Wu Yue will definitely sense it. Even if you escape to the edge of the Ten Thousand Worlds, he will kill you. If you die, His Majesty Wu Yue will definitely find a way to kill your entire family!"
"Wu Yue is not dead yet?" Fang Yun was slightly surprised. Because the ancient demon inheritance records that Wu Yue was one of the two great demon saints of the Abyss Squid Clan, and before the inheritance, the father of this generation of Fu Yue was severely injured by Wu Yue and other ancient demon saints.
“Your Majesty Wu Yue just…” The Ancient Ape King’s expression suddenly changed, and he said angrily: “You are actually trying to trick me! The ancient monster is indestructible and invincible! Kill!”
As the Ancient Ape King spoke, his arms stretched out like a dragon emerging from the sea, and he struck out with all his strength. The sea water exploded, and the defensive battle poems collapsed one after another.
Many university scholars immediately defended again.
This time, the attack of the three-headed ancient demon king was even more fierce, and many university scholars immediately felt overwhelmed.
"Fang Xusheng, let us stop him, you can escape on your own!" Wei Huangan said loudly.
"Yes, Fang Xusheng, you escape by yourself! When the time comes, we will burn all our lifespans one after another and use our Blood and Red Heart. We will definitely be able to stop them for a few seconds and create time for you!" Zeng Yue said.
"Since you are Wen Xing Longjue, you must have a way to escape. Don't worry about us!" Yun Zhaochen expressed his guess.
Fang Yun was stunned for a moment, the bloodstains in his eyes became redder, and his teeth were clenched.
"That day, three valleys fought continuously. For the sake of humanity, for the Holy Academy, and for victory, I watched with my own eyes as one university scholar after another left to resist the enemy for me, to fight for me, and to die for me. I still remember what Peng Zouzhao said. He said that he had no arms, so he cherished this world more than anyone else; he could not hug, so he wanted to protect humanity more than anyone else. He died in the three valleys. I swore that I would never let the scene of that year happen again! Either win or die, I will never survive on the death ladder formed by the corpses of my comrades again!"
Fang Yun looked at the three-headed ancient demon king and the backs of the nine university scholars. His eyes were dim with water. He raised his right arm and shouted, "Today, I want to win and survive! Even if I only have one arm left, I will reach out for Peng Zouzhao and touch the future! Pen!"
At Wen Xing Long Jue's command, the heaven and earth shook and the sea churned.
The Zhengqi Pen actually flew into Fang Yun's hand automatically as if it were a living thing.
"Inkstone, come here!"
The inkstone turtle flew to the pen like the most loyal lackey.
"Mo is coming!"
The ink girl flew out of the ink, embraced the tip of the righteousness pen, was soaked in the ink and dyed black, and then returned.
"Paper!"
The holy page was suspended in front of Fang Yun.
“Holy Blood!”
A drop of the holy blood of the Dragon Saint flew out from the seashell it swallowed, fell into the tip of the pen, and merged with the ink.
Fang Yun looked up at the monsters, his eyes like knives, and said slowly: "Today, you will all die!"
"Don't let him finish!" Mo Yao shouted.
Tang Jianqiu said with a smile: "Master Mo, why are you so anxious? What can a Hanlin do?"
Xiong Tu also said: "Let him write. I want to see what he can write! Even if he writes flowers, it won't change anything!"
"He put pen to paper..."
“You see, there is no vision…”
The nearby university scholar couldn't help but look back and was shocked to find that Fang Yun was writing a poem about the defense war that he had written in the Holy Ruins.
The north wind blows through the Qin Dynasty Pass,
The iron armor reflects the snow and the night becomes even colder.
Swallowing the six kingdoms alive and building up his achievements,
Die in the northern border to defend the country!
Previously, the poem was just a scene, but now, a layer of hazy light appeared on the page. Within the light, there was a scene of the famous Qin general Meng Tian fighting against 300,000 barbarians on the vast grassland.
The soul of the poem was completed, and the shadow of General Meng Tian appeared behind Fang Yun.
The university scholars were not surprised to see the phantom of Meng Tian appear in the Poetry Soul. Although generally speaking, one needs to be in the third realm to summon the soul of the Virtual Saint Meng Tian, but Fang Yun is a Virtual Saint and he is the original work, so even the Poetry Soul can directly obtain the thoughts of the Virtual Saint Meng Tian scattered in the myriad worlds.
Later, the university scholars who turned back saw that Fang Yun continued to write old poems.
The Yellow River flows far away among the white clouds,
A lonely city and a mountain.
Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows
The spring breeze does not reach Yumen Pass.
After seeing this poem, the university scholar, who had once had hope in his eyes, suddenly felt his eyes darken and his heart turned cold.
Everyone knew that Fang Yun was able to write the two poems "Ode to the Qin People" and "Yumen Pass", but these two poems alone could not change the situation of the war.
They soon discovered that the poem also had a phantom on its surface, and it was the second level of poetry, with the soul of the poem appearing. In the phantom stood a Qin Dynasty border guard hero, still Meng Tian, but at this time Meng Tian was improving the brush in the military camp.
Another shadow of Meng Tian appeared behind Fang Yun and merged with the previous shadow.
Fang Yun finally improved this poem from the first level to the second level, but the grand secretaries were not happy at all, because this time the poem could not change the situation of the war at all.
Just when they were disappointed, they saw Fang Yun wrote three words under the two poems out of the corner of their eyes.
Destroy Loulan.
The moment they saw these three words, many university scholars associated "Ode to the Qin People", "Yumen Pass" and "Destroying Loulan" together, and their eyes instantly burst into brilliant light. It was like a star explosion!
The ancient city of Loulan was occupied by barbarians for many years. It was once the residence of the barbarian saints and still has barbarian altars.
All the university scholars took a deep breath and waited for the last time.
Fang Yun continued to write, and precious light was shining.
Qinghai's long clouds darken the snow-capped mountains.
The lonely city looks towards Yumen Pass from afar.
Yellow sands have worn golden armor through hundreds of battles,
I will not return until I have conquered Loulan!
The water shimmered, shadows floated, and everyone seemed to see that in the distant frontier, thick clouds rolled over Qinghai Lake, the sky was far away, and the clouds were low, merging with the snow-capped mountains. And in another extremely distant frontier, the majestic Yumen Pass of the human race stood, and the two were facing each other from afar.
In such a vast land, human soldiers fought against monsters and barbarians for years. The environment was harsh and the violent sandstorms were like weapons, which could even wear through the hardest golden armor of human generals.
However, even in such a harsh environment, the human soldiers were still full of morale and fighting spirit, vowing to kill all the monsters and rush into Loulan. If they could not recover the lost land, they would never return home!
Hanlin War Poetry, the second level of poetic soul. But under the urging of the Holy Blood, it was raised to the third level and became the Holy Summoning Level.
In the phantom, there appeared the scene of General Meng Tian leading the Qin army to hunt down the barbarians. Then the third phantom of Meng Tian appeared. This phantom was more solid and merged with the previous phantom to form the true power of the Three Realms Summoning Saint.
Original work Baoguang!
The first precious light!
Summon the Holy Light!
And the most important thing is the heirloom treasure!
The precious light is like scales, layer upon layer.
Three consecutive battle poems! Two realms in each!
Lian Pingchao stood in the distance, completely dumbfounded, his eyes wide open as he muttered to himself: "The second level battle poems of the Hanlin Academy are equivalent to the battle poems of the Grand Scholars. The three consecutive battle poems, each at the second level, have pushed the power to the peak of the battle poems of the Grand Scholars. With the addition of the Holy Blood, it has reached the level of the battle poems of the Great Confucianists! Moreover, his treasure pen seems to contain righteousness. Oh no, something is going to happen..."
"Something is going to happen!" Mo Yao also felt something was wrong.
.(To be continued.)