Ba Xia's status in the dragon clan is the Dragon Emperor, and his position as a demon is equivalent to the ancestor emperor of ancient demons or the ancestor god of demons and barbarians, both of whom are called ancestors.
The Turtle Demon Marquis used the means of the demon world to summon the power of the Ba Xia bloodline, which was also the reason why the demon world believed that their side would win the three valleys in a row.
But just before that, Fang Yun obtained part of the power of Wenxing Longjue, and obtained the power of Donghai Dragon Saint to condense the Dragon Saint Star, and only then was he able to defeat the Turtle Demon Marquis.
Fang Yun said: "Of course I know that you are all rare geniuses and have hidden tricks. However, this is the Frost Arena, the land of ancient monsters."
The Dragon King of Zhenhai said coldly, "Ignorance. Any large arena must ensure relative fairness. Even if our dragon clan and the demon barbarians are the mortal enemies of the ancient demons, the large arena will not favor you, let alone suppress us. The reason why the ice clan is stronger is not because they are the descendants of the ancient demons, but because they are the ice clan and can absorb the power of ice. Even in the extremely cold land of the demon world, the ice clan will still become stronger. The reason why the three great demon kings were killed before was simply because their demon status was too high. In the past, it was common for the dragon clan or the demon barbarians to kill the ancient demon enemies and win and leave the large arena! This is the land of the ancient demons, but it is not your territory."
"You are talking about a complete and independent large arena, but you forget that this is already the ancient land of Shihan. Every inch of land here contains the will of the ancestor emperor Tu Ting. The cold air, the vitality of heaven and earth, all the power we can use will be close to the ancient monster because of the power of the ancestor emperor Tu Ting. The world is changing, but you are stubborn." Fang Yun said.
The Dragon King of Zhenhai sneered and said, "That's why I said you are ignorant. Even if the world has changed, even if you are indeed close to the power of this place, the real effect is nothing more than giving the war poem an extra layer of precious light. This level of enhancement is nothing to us."
"In front of the ancestral statue, even a newly promoted great demon king with abundant energy and blood will surely die. The mere enhancement you have gained is insignificant!" Lang Amber did not hide his contempt.
"Actually, I just said something else. This is the land of ancient monsters, and I am a human." Fang Yun had a warm smile on his face, like a gentleman smiling and a spring breeze blowing on his face.
This sentence does not have much momentum, nor does it contain any great power. It is just an ordinary sentence.
However, there were subtle changes in the expressions of the Ten-Headed Demon King and the Dragon King of the Sea.
Fang Yun is a human.
The human race is not a race that creates miracles, but a race that moves forward step by step, works hard bit by bit, and can turn accidental miracles into inevitable results!
When King Wen of Zhou was born, the demons and barbarians thought it was a miracle.
When Confucianism came into being, the demons and barbarians thought it was a miracle.
When a hundred schools of thought contended, Yaoman still believed it was a miracle.
When the forces of Confucianism, engineering, legalism, military science, miscellaneous school, medicine, etc. gradually flourished in the Shengyuan Continent, Yaoman discovered a problem.
All of that is not a miracle, but the inevitable result of human wisdom and hard work.
"You should have thought about it from the beginning. Is it easier to kill all the Ice Clan's minions or to kill all of you?"
The monsters were stunned.
Bing Tong stared at Fang Yun with eyes wide open. There was no need to think about this question at all. It turned out that from the very beginning, Fang Yun’s purpose was not to use these demon kings to stop the Bing Clan, nor was it the so-called "the fisherman benefits from the quarrel between the snipe and the clam".
Be it the Ice Clan of the Ten Cold Ancient Land or the Blood Demon Barbarians, their real power is only used to weaken the demon king that Fang Yun exchanged for.
From the moment he acquired Binggong Mountain, Fang Yun's real purpose changed from competing for the title of Ten Cold King to killing the thugs in Sangu Lianzhan.
"So what? There is no difference."
"A big difference."
As Fang Yun spoke, he slowly sat up straight, his life force rising wildly like the Yangtze River bursting its banks.
A breath later, Fang Yun's aura not only surpassed the Zheng Xin realm, but also went one step further and became a top university scholar.
Bing Tong was stunned, and then he realized that Fang Yun should have recovered his strength long ago, but he had been pretending to paralyze the Ice Clan Demon King or other enemies.
The snow is vast and heavy, like a mountain.
"There is no difference!" said the Dragon King of Zhenhai firmly.
"A big difference!"
After Fang Yun finished speaking, a holy page floated in front of him, the inkstone turtle and the ink girl appeared, the great scholar's precious brush flew up, and a drop of golden holy blood fell into the holy page.
"All my friends have come to the ancient land of Shihan, enjoying the snow and drinking tea. How pleasant it is. Fang wrote four poems to entertain you. Please have a safe journey to the underworld."
The demon kings were on full alert, but unfortunately, because they were seriously injured and were still recovering, they could not waste any strength and could only defend themselves first and then attack when they had the chance. Moreover, a real battle would inevitably involve testing, and unless there was a necessary reason, it was impossible for them to go all out at once.
The Dragon King of Zhenhai, Langbo and Hu Lan looked at each other and nodded slightly. At the critical moment, they would definitely use their strongest power to break it with one blow.
Fang Yun picked up the pen and started writing, completing the first poem in one breath.
"When the six-petal flying flowers entered the house, I sat and watched the green bamboos turn into jade branches. Now it is good to go up to the high building and look, covering all the evil roads in the world."
The demon kings are extremely different. This is not a war poem. It is just telling about the poet sitting at home and seeing six-petal snowflakes flying into the yard, covering the bamboo with heavy snow, like white jade. At this time, he can go to a high place and look far away, to see the heavy snow covering those dangerous roads, making the world tidy and clean.
Although the sentiment contained in this poem is not to kill all enemies, it also expresses the author’s wish to eliminate all evil and evil people, but it is not a war poem after all.
Layers of precious light flickered on the holy page. The holy page absorbed a large amount of vitality from heaven and earth, burning fiercely, and finally turned virtual into real. The heavy snow between heaven and earth suddenly increased.
The snow on this Motian Cliff was extremely heavy, with palm-sized snowflakes flying everywhere.
And now, those big snowflakes are piled up in layers, ten times as many as before.
The snowflakes were flying faster and their edges were sharper, and each one was equivalent to a blow from the demon commander.
This poem was enhanced by the power of the Ten Cold Ancient Land and actually reached the level of a great scholar.
The ten demon kings and the Dragon King of the Sea both laughed, because the snowflakes could not even touch their bodies.
The Dragon King of the Sea commented with a smile: "You almost frightened me at first, and now you almost made me laugh. Let me see the power of this poem. Yes, the snowflakes increase, the coldness increases, the snowflakes are much stronger, and the range is large, as large as a great scholar's war poem, not bad. Oh, I forgot, this sentence 'cover all the evil paths in the world' has the power of illusion, right? I really can't see the scene farther away, and I can't even accurately perceive the distance of a hundred feet away. But who needs to attack the enemy a hundred feet away, isn't it enough to just get close to you?"
Lang Amber smiled and said, "This battle poem is a big trouble for ordinary demon kings. They will probably get lost constantly, but we are not ordinary demon kings."
All the demon kings present laughed. Even if the other eight demon kings were not of the ancestor god's bloodline, they were at least holy sons. This level of illusion would not affect their close combat at all.
Hu Li remained silent. She was an expert in illusion. The illusion in this poem was indeed mediocre. But it was not right to say that this poem was mainly written to increase the number of snowflakes. After all, no matter how many snowflakes there were, they could not do anything to the Demon King.
Many demon kings became relaxed and continued to walk towards Fang Yun while recovering their strength.
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