An invisible great force descended, and the sea water within a ten-mile radius was instantly pushed away. Then the sky and the earth became dark, and dark clouds rolled in the sky.
Woo…
The strong wind made a sound like crying and complaining, and yellow sand filled the sky, forming a strong sandstorm.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
In the yellow sand, flying stones are like arrows.
"Run!" Mo Yao and Tang Jianqiu fled desperately, with protective shields covering their bodies. Flying sand fell on the protective shield, making bang bang sounds like arrows hitting shields.
Suddenly, a thumb-sized flying stone came flying, silently penetrated the protective battle poem, and hit Mo Yao's left shoulder with a snap.
"ah… "
Mo Yao was caught off guard. He screamed and stumbled backward. He looked down and saw that the small stone had pierced his shoulder. He saw from the corner of his eye that the bloody stone was still flying backwards.
Mo Yao broke out in a cold sweat, although the human body was not as strong as the monsters, but the body of the Grand Scholar was nourished by talent and was far superior to that of ordinary people. What's more, with the dragon-patterned rice, the body of the Grand Scholar of Xuemang Ancient Land was far superior to that of monster soldiers and close to that of monster generals.
However, doubts arose in Mo Yao's mind, because the speed of the flying stone was not very fast, and it was impossible for it to penetrate his body, unless the stone had strange war poem properties.
The two armies "A hundred battles in the yellow sand will wear out our golden armor, and we will not return until we have conquered Loulan" immediately emerged in Mo Yao's mind, and he realized that the words "wear out" and "break" might be the essence of the whole poem.
"The third realm of Hanlin is equivalent to a great Confucian scholar. The aftermath here is so terrifying. The three ancient demon kings are in the center, and it is a hundred times more dangerous than us. This place is no longer a place we can stay!" Mo Yao ran away while reciting a poem fluently, but as soon as he got on the warhorse, clear cracks appeared on the protective war poem around him.
"This... My talent was clearly continuously providing power for the protective display, so how come it was broken? There's something strange, this is definitely not an ordinary war poem." Mo Yao looked at the yellow sand in front of him in horror and accelerated his escape.
The bear demon kings were hesitating, but a flying stone would always fly out of the dust, and if they couldn't dodge, the stone could easily crush their bodies!
The bear demon kings were all in panic. Everyone knew that there was a world of difference between the war poems of great scholars and those of great scholars, but it was really terrifying that a stone completely ignored their protection.
"Let's hide first!" Xiong Kong and Xiong Sha turned and ran, and the other bear demon kings hurriedly followed.
Xiong Tu shouted loudly: "What are you doing? The Ancient Demon King will definitely kill Fang Yun, and we will definitely win!"
Xiong Sha sneered and said, "Don't dream. The Ancient Demon King is simply the Mud Demon King who can't even save himself when crossing the river. Ouch... Fang Yun is too cruel. Next time I see him, I will run as far away as possible!" Xiong Sha's left hind leg was pierced by a stone, and he limped away.
Xiong Tu took a look at the gray sandstorm ahead and had to start retreating.
In the center of the sandstorm, the three ancient demon kings roared madly.
The yellow sand all over the sky kept hitting their body surfaces, causing their energy and blood to dissipate madly. The energy and blood they consumed with each breath was a hundred times more than when they attacked the Grand Secretary before.
A big hole seemed to appear in the sky above them, and yellow sand kept pouring down.
The scary thing is that the yellow sand attacks every part of their body surface, which causes their energy and blood to be consumed to the limit.
This is the power of "wear", wearing through every part!
The place where the three-headed ancient demon king was located was not only filled with yellow sand, but also with stones flying from all directions.
The stones completely ignored their Qi and blood defenses and easily penetrated their hard skin. The body of the Ancient Demon King was too strong after all. The stones could penetrate the bodies of the Bear Demon King and the University Scholar, but they could not penetrate the body of the Three-Headed Ancient Demon King and would stay inside his body.
These stones contained strange vital energy from heaven and earth. If they stayed in the body, it would prevent the healing of flesh and blood. The three-headed ancient demon king had to consume extra energy and blood to force the stones out.
Stones kept shooting into their bodies. Stones kept being ejected. The whole process was endless. The blood holes on their bodies could never heal. They kept consuming their Qi and blood.
"My treasure!" The Ancient Ape King roared loudly. The spiked arm armor on his arms were worn through by the yellow sand in a short period of time and became waste!
"My armor is also scrapped!"
"Only half of my claws are left. What should I do? This damn Fang Yun, ordinary great scholar war poems can't do anything to us, but this war poem seems to be specifically aimed at us who have thick skin and flesh, and it contains the righteousness accumulated by the Righteousness Pen. We can't stand it!"
"Are we going to retreat? How can the ancient demon clan be forced to retreat by a mere Hanlin? Absolutely not!"
"In that case, let's sacrifice our life span!"
"Okay! As long as we sacrifice our life span, our bodies will be upgraded to temporary king demon bodies, enough to resist this kind of war poem!"
"Sacrifice!"
The three ancient demon kings roared together, and their eyes dimmed, but their bodies suddenly swelled up, all the stones in their bodies were expelled, and the wounds all over their bodies healed in the blink of an eye.
On the surface of their bodies, there was an extra layer of golden yellow light. That light seemed to have been tempered by divine fire and polished for thousands of years. It was round and smooth, and contained an indestructible aura.
"The yellow sand's impact on us has become smaller, and stones cannot penetrate the light of the king!" The Ancient Ape King was overjoyed.
"Although this King's Light is only in its infancy and has not yet taken shape, it is enough to render them helpless! Let's go and kill them by surprise."
However, Fang Yun's voice came from the gray dust in front of them.
"Flying sand and rocks is just the beginning!"
As soon as Fang Yun finished speaking, all the university scholars' war poems attacked. Without exception, all of these war poems had a certain degree of penetration. Some war poems formed arrows flying all over the sky, some formed endless spears, some formed swords piercing, and some formed rays of light...
When the Ancient Demon King saw these ordinary university scholars and their war poems flying towards him, he rushed forward without a care in the world. However, in the blink of an eye, an incredible scene appeared.
Puff puff puff…
The sounds of weapons piercing flesh and blood rang out frequently, but in the blink of an eye, the three ancient demon kings were filled with all kinds of weapons, and some weapons even penetrated directly into the flesh and blood, destroying their internal organs.
Endless pain spread throughout the body. The ancient demon king could endure the physical pain, but they could not accept this reality!
The three-headed ancient demon king completely forgot about the battle and looked down at the war poem weapons on his body. He could not imagine why these war poem weapons could penetrate the light of the king.
The impact of these weapons is not just as simple as consuming qi and blood. Their ligaments, bones, veins and all other parts of the body that can transmit force are all damaged or even interrupted!
Their legs and feet were cut off one after another, and their bodies were broken into pieces one after another. Their recovery speed could not keep up with the speed of destruction caused by the war poems.
The three-headed ancient demon king opened his eyes wide, and slowly tilted and fell to the ground unwillingly. Even as powerful as an ancient demon, he could not attack anyone at this moment.
It was not until this time that the three-headed ancient demon king understood that the real power of this war poem was not the yellow sand and stones, but the battlefield formed by Qinghai, snow-capped mountains, yellow sand, Yumen Pass, etc.!
"These ancient monsters will never understand even if they die. This war poem was not formed by the wind and sand, but by the holy land of military strategists that condensed countless heroic souls of the human race!" Wei Huangan's voice floated in the wind and sand.
(To be continued.)