The Demon King Guxu was like the sun hanging in the sky, looking down upon all things.
Fang Yun leaned against the Water Throne with his head against the back of the chair. He even had difficulty breathing, but he was not at all timid.
Fang Yun said calmly: "The flower does not bloom among hundreds of flowers, but stands alone by the sparse fence, which is endless. I would rather die with fragrance on the branch, than be blown away by the north wind!"
The sound was as cold as a chilly wind, and it actually echoed Fang Yun's literary talent, causing him to let out a slight cry.
"I would rather die with fragrance on the branch, than be blown away by the north wind! What a good poem! Just this one sentence is better than sacrificing one's life for righteousness. When I come across such a good poem, my appetite is whetted." The voice of the Demon King Guxu was filled with joy, but there was a flash of blood in his eyes.
Fang Yun looked at the Golden Armored Demon King and said, "The Demon King was killed by the will of the human world once and lost the ability to escape. Does he remember that?"
Not long ago, Fang Yun designed a bet with the Demon King and all the saints in the demon world. The limit was three years. If Fang Yun could write sixteen war poems that would be passed down from generation to generation and become the world's master, then the saints in the demon world and the Demon King would lose to Fang Yun.
Fang Yun did this in order to prevent the saints in the demon world from killing him within three years, and also for the sake of the legendary tributary of the ancient galaxy.
To the saints and the demon king in the demon world, three years was just a blink of an eye, so they agreed. However, they never expected that in less than a year, Fang Yun would show strength that was enough to threaten the future of the demon world. The saints had to break the bet and use the Moon Tree Divine Punishment.
The saints breached the contract and bet that the tributaries of the ancient galaxy would belong to Fang Yun. Because the Demon King gambled his life with Fang Yun, he was killed by the will of the human world and lost the powerful secret art of "escaping from the shell".
The Demon King Guxu's gaze was as hard as a mountain, standing still.
"The will of the human world contains great power. It has not yet become a ancestral god, so it should be respected as a king. Life and death are like entering a mountain of knives and hell. The pain is unbearable. Occasionally, I will sweat profusely and wake up suddenly. I am willing to accept the loss, and you should also have the same tolerance as me. Since you have reached a dead end, go to death with an open mind and willingly dedicate yourself to the 'King of Stars'."
"The Kong family dragon back then also carried the 'King of Stars'. Could it be that the power you absorbed after killing him was dissipated?"
"Are you stalling for time? This emperor respects your talent for poetry and prose. So I will give you an extra moment. You guessed right. This emperor only wanted to take back the power of the Star King, but the kid from the Kong family was ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth. He would rather die than surrender, and even sacrificed his life in a desperate attempt. This resulted in the loss of the power of the Star King." The Demon King Guxu remained calm, as if he was chatting casually.
Fang Yun's face was pale, his body still slowly dissipating. He smiled with difficulty and said, "If you can really hold on for a moment before taking action, if there is a future, this Saint will give you two moments of time."
Demon King Gu Xu sighed softly, looked into the sky, and said: "I have roamed the demon world all my life and have never met an opponent. After you die, only Ao Yuwei can fight. If there is a chance, I will kill Ao Yuwei in the Burial Valley and suppress the hundreds of tribes under the Sainthood. Then I can fulfill my wish and be crowned a saint in peace."
There is an inexplicable vicissitude in his voice.
Fang Yun closed his eyes, listened attentively, and said softly: "I always feel that I can't die."
"Those geniuses who died at my hands were just as you said." Demon King Gu Xu still had his hands behind his back, his feet on the air, not even looking at Fang Yun, just staring into the distance. He was even too lazy to collect the essence of his vitality.
"Maybe." Fang Yun's voice became increasingly faint, and the bloodstains under his eyes seemed to become brighter.
"What unfulfilled wishes do you have? Tell me all of them." said the Demon King.
"I'm dead now, with so many regrets and so many nostalgia, but I'll just turn into dust. How can I have any wishes? I just feel that I can still be saved." Fang Yun said.
"Mr. Fang is indeed a famous scholar of his time. He is still cheerful and talkative even when facing death. Then Mr. Fang, please fulfill my wish and give me a poem." said the Demon King.
Fang Yun said: "If I have the chance, I will write a war poem to bid farewell to the Demon King!"
"Obstinate." The Demon King shook his head gently. There was no murderous intent in his voice, but there was a hint of regret and a hint of indifference.
Fang Yun lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, and immersed himself in the literary palace silently.
It was quiet nearby, with ice covering thousands of miles. Occasionally, the essence of heaven and earth fell on the ice, making a crisp sound.
"The time has come. I, Guxu, will send you off!"
After Demon King Guxu finished speaking, there was a raging storm in his eyes. He took a deep breath, and there was no strange phenomenon around him. He just threw a punch calmly.
The holy energy is surging, the dragon's might is endless, there is no light for thousands of miles, and the sky is covered with one hand!
At this moment, Fang Yun's body below his lower abdomen completely dissipated.
"If you don't move, I might die slowly. You should ask me in advance what I got from the Sin-Suppression Hall. It's a pity, I don't know how many lives you have..." Fang Yun sighed softly, and time and space stopped.
The Demon King's eyes opened wide, and then he saw a giant blade of unknown length falling from the sky. Mountains collapsed, the earth collapsed, and the blade was about to destroy the sky.
"Slay the dragon..."
Just as the Demon King squeezed out two words from his throat, the Azure Dragon Sword swept across his head, then turned into a golden light and flew back to Fang Yun's eyebrows.
The Demon King's head and the helmet of the Dragon Power War Body were annihilated into nothingness, and the Demon King's body and the armor of the Dragon Power War Body fell down.
During the fall, the Demon King's body suddenly turned into scattered wood chips, and the headless armor of the Dragon Power Battle Body fell heavily on the ice.
All the university scholars who were sealed by the Demon King escaped and stared blankly at Fang Yun sitting on the Water Throne.
"Fang Xusheng..."
The speed at which Fang Yun's body dissipated suddenly increased dramatically, and it would completely dissipate between heaven and earth in just a few dozen breaths.
Meng Jingye shouted: "Return to the Holy Court immediately!"
"You can't go back." Fang Yun slowly descended, then threw the Seashell to Meng Jingye.
"Give this to my wife Yuhuan, and take a message to His Majesty the Dragon Saint of the East Sea. The Well of Suppressing Evil has been sealed again, and the head of the Ancestral Emperor has been beheaded. I hope the people of the East Sea will protect our family. If anyone wants to seize our property, I hope they will take five out of ten and show some mercy. Otherwise, I will raise all my Yin soldiers in the underworld to kill all the inferiors."
"Fang Xusheng!"
Everyone cried out loudly, tears streaming down their faces.
"The New Year is approaching. When you return to Shengyuan Continent, please wish you a good winter and a happy new year on my behalf. I wish the human race prosperity!" After Fang Yun finished speaking, the Water Throne suddenly collapsed, and what was left of Fang Yun's body disappeared like smoke.
"Fang Xusheng!"
The Blood Mang Ancient Land shook violently, and the blood clouds in the sky completely dissipated.
The first ray of starlight traveled billions of miles and illuminated the earth.
"I don't believe that Fang Xusheng will die!" Meng Jingye roared outside Juyun City.
Shengyuan Continent.
Boom…
Boom…
Boom…
The sound of the Holy Temple's death knell spread to every inch of human land.
Confucius passed away and the funeral bell tolled ten times.
The sub-sage fell, and the death knell tolled nine times.
The half-saint fell, and the death knell tolled seven times.
Sometimes the death knell of the human race tolls once, but it has never tolled three times.
"In the Void Saint Garden, Fang Xusheng's Void Saint Statue has cracked!"
The main hall of the East Saint Pavilion opened wide, and an official from the Holy Court with red and swollen eyes walked out quickly, holding high the East Saint's edict signed by the East Saint himself.
"Fang Yunsheng's death!"
The ten countries were shocked.
Yang Yuhuan walked back to her boudoir woodenly, slowly squatted down, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.
"Woo..." Nunu buried his head in his tail and cried.
The whole land of China is covered in mourning.
That night, the Lei family's ancestral home was filled with the sound of gongs and drums and firecrackers.
.(To be continued.)