The people of Xiangzhou and Jiangzhou across the river were very unlucky. They first saw the Yangtze River turning into a dragon and were terrified. After the Yangtze River finally returned to normal, they just went to bed and heard bursts of firecrackers, disturbing their sweet dreams.
In front of Yueyang Tower, almost everyone was silent.
Even Jing Guoren or Fang Yun’s friends fell into a brief silence.
The price of the human race's struggle is too high. In just one night, forty-seven people had their literary talents shattered or torn, and it was difficult to continue the holy path. At the same time, thousands of people were stared at by thousands of people. The literary talents will always be tarnished and their future will be bleak.
Suddenly, many people looked at Lei Tingzhen, his body trembling slightly, as if he had a stroke.
The literary talent is shaken.
"It's all my own fault." After saying this, old man Hua Jun stood up and, with the help of two beauties, staggered towards his carriage.
After listening to what old man Hua Jun said, many people sighed, and the atmosphere at the scene began to cool down.
Zong Ganyu suddenly raised his head and looked up at Fang Yun from bottom to top, his face was ferocious and his eyes were like a tiger devouring a group of beasts.
"Why is it so!"
The sound of spring thunder splits the sky and tears the stars, echoing for thousands of miles.
Fang Yun glanced at Zong Ganyu and did not say anything out loud, but just responded in a normal voice.
"childish."
Thousands of stars flashed across Zong Ganyu's eyes, like falling stars. The aura around him surged but returned to normal in the blink of an eye.
Wu Jun snorted and said, "Since you have come to Yueyang Tower, you should be prepared to have your literary courage shattered!" It seemed that he was explaining Fang Yun's two words, and it seemed that he was summarizing today's literary gathering.
Yi Zhishi stood up and walked slowly towards the passenger ship on the river bank. Except for Fang Yun and the great scholar, no one among the millions of people noticed his actions.
Yi Zhishi took nine steps and suddenly stopped, looking back at Fang Yun in surprise.
Then Fang Yun put away the Holy Throne Void Tower Pearl and spoke like thunder.
"Jiao Sheng Ao Zhou, who has occupied the side hall of the ancient Jiaolong Palace, has been dishonest and undisciplined. Without the imperial decree of the Dragon Court, he brought the dragon clan's treasure to harm Wenxing Longjue. He has committed crimes against his superiors and fought against his own clan. This is a heinous crime. I declare that Jiao Sheng Ao Zhou will be deprived of his position in Jiao Sheng Palace and the title of Lord of the Yangtze River. He will reflect on his mistakes for three hundred years. If he commits the same crime again, all the waters will punish him!"
Fang Yun spoke every word in the authentic dragon language, mobilizing all the strength of the Wen Palace Panlong and consuming dragon energy to issue the Dragon Lord's decree.
Every time Fang Yun spoke a word, a little golden light flew out. Finally, all the golden lights flew high into the sky, condensed into a small ball of light, and then exploded. The light scattered in all directions, instantly crossed the sky and disappeared.
All educated people could feel that the Yangtze River seemed to become much more active in an instant, with a thriving atmosphere, as if it had just recovered from a serious illness, or as if it had seen the light of day again.
However, those great scholars and university scholars looked toward the mouth of the Yangtze River tens of thousands of miles away, and saw that the vital energy of the heaven and earth was surging in the sky above there, and the sea vapor from all over the world was frantically converging there, forming a dark vortex that only people of high literary status could see.
The whirlpool seemed to absorb the essence of water from all over the world. Just by looking at it, it felt like being in a boundless ocean, which could be suppressed by the endless sea water at any time.
The dark vortex turned into a vast ocean and fell downward, getting smaller and smaller, until it finally turned into an ordinary drop of water, crystal clear, falling on the river surface.
boom…
A drop of water flows into a river.
The river water exploded, thousands of turbid waves flew into the sky, and a circular wall of water was set off.
The river water below was instantly cleared, revealing an ancient dark green stone temple. The front and center of the temple were intact, but the sides and back were in ruins. It was obviously a dead object, but it was like a living history book, showing people the tragic battles of ancient times.
“This Saint will definitely avenge this!” The roar of the Dragon Saint exploded on the Yueyang Tower.
"You talk as if if I don't do this, you will make peace with me." Fang Yun smiled indifferently, turned around and walked down the Yueyang Tower.
The green shirt on the Yueyang Tower disappeared, and everyone felt that the world seemed to have lost its most beautiful color.
In the Jiaolong Palace, the Jiao Saint retracted his holy body and transformed into a hundred-foot-long Jiaolong, lying behind the main hall.
All the officials of Jiao Sheng Palace arrived and looked forward, but they could not see the true appearance of Jiao Sheng because of the water curtain.
In the main hall there are golden turtles and bronze cranes, red pillars with coiled dragons, canopies and long fans, and copper incense burners, which are very different from ordinary demon palaces.
These water demon ministers imitated the way humans went to court, arranged in order of official rank, holding tablets and keeping silent.
"Prime Minister Turtle and Minister Carp will stay, and the rest of the ministers will retreat."
"Yes, sir!" All the water monsters swam away.
There is a turtle in the main hall, thirty meters long and five meters tall, dark blue all over, like a small mountain.
Opposite the turtle monster, there was a ten-foot-long red carp with bright eyes and fluttering whiskers.
The tortoise minister asked, "Your Majesty, do you have anything to tell us two officials?"
The tortoise spoke in a strange and flowery language, very seriously.
Jiao Sheng said coldly, "What do you think about what happened today?"
The Minister Li swam forward half a foot and said in a shrill voice, "Fang Yun is just a small university scholar, insignificant. If it weren't for the intervention of the Half Saint of the Kong Family and the Saint of Li, he would have knelt in front of Lei Zhongmo's portrait today and become a sinner laughed at by thousands of people."
"The power of the Saint Lord of the Yangtze River has been taken away, and I can no longer control the water of the Yangtze River. What do you have to say?"
Prime Minister Turtle said, "I think that Fang Yun's title of Wenxing Dragon Lord was not issued by the Dragon Court, so the title is not legitimate and the so-called three hundred years of ban is just a joke. In my opinion, his decree will become invalid in two or three years at the least, and five or six years at the most. He only knows a few words of the Dragon Tribe language, so he can't be considered a true Dragon Lord."
"Well said." Jiao Sheng's tone finally relaxed.
After a long while, the Jiao Saint said, "I don't trust other water monsters. You two monsters are smart and have read human books, so I have always regarded you two monsters as my right-hand men. During the time I am away, I will let you two monsters take charge of the Jiao Saint Jade Seal. Even my children must obey your orders."
Prime Minister Turtle and Minister Carp looked at the water curtain in front of them in surprise.
Prime Minister Turtle said, "May I ask your Majesty, where are you going and when will you return?"
Jiao Sheng laughed and said, "There is no need to hide this from you two demons. I got a star road leading to the ruins of the Ancestral Emperor from the Demon King."
Prime Minister Turtle and Minister Carp looked at each other, then their faces were filled with joy and they congratulated each other repeatedly.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! If you can obtain the treasure of the Ancestral Emperor, you may be promoted to a great sage and rule the world!"
The Jiao Saint coughed lightly and said, "Keep your voice down. As for ruling the four seas... wait until I have truly achieved it before you speak."
"Yes!" Prime Minister Turtle and Minister Carp nodded in agreement.
"The Ancestral Emperor's ruins were originally where the Demon Emperor wanted to go after he was canonized. I heard that it was related to the Ancestral Emperor Tu Ting. As for what kind of ruins it was, he didn't know, but in any case, it must be a great treasure. The ancient land is not far from Shengyuan Continent. I will go to the South China Sea Dragon Palace to borrow a Galaxy Sky Boat, which will take at least a month and at most three years to arrive. When I come back, the injury of the West Sea Dragon Saint will be healed. By then, I will join forces with the Three Dragon Saints, replace the East China Sea Dragon Saint, exercise the power of the four seas, summon the ancient Dragon Court God, control the star sea, and suppress Fang Yun! By the way, open up... hehe... retreat!"
After a few breaths, a huge temporary sea eye appeared at the mouth of the Yangtze River, connecting to the Dragon Palace in the South China Sea, and then disappeared.
In the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, the sleeping Dragon Saint Ao Yu suddenly looked up, looked towards the direction of the South China Sea, frowned slightly, then lowered his head and continued to sleep soundly.
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