While the other grand secretaries were flying, the Sea-Swallowing Shell flew high, emitting a ray of white light, which gradually collected the bodies of the demon kings.
Many university scholars looked at them with envy, as each corpse of a demon king was a treasure and could be exchanged for a new Hanlin literary treasure from the Holy Academy. And these demon kings basically had blood and qi containing lake shells or even river shells on their bodies, so there must be a lot of treasures inside.
Xiao Yetian hesitated for a long time, then flew forward on Pingbu Qingyun. Then he looked at Bingtong and said with thunderous tongue: "Brother Bingtong, can you tell me what happened before?"
Bing Tong sighed and said, "I really don't want to recall it. For us in the Bing Clan, it has become a sad past."
Many university scholars laughed secretly. The Ice Clan had actually become so sad.
Bing Tong continued, "At first, a hundred demon kings besieged Fang Yun, then the Ice Bone King brought another hundred demon kings, and then Fang Yun summoned ten demon kings from the demon world and the Dragon King of the Sea. Oh, and there were three big demon kings, but they were killed by the power of the Ice Emperor Palace as soon as they appeared. I don't know what means Fang Yun used to order the ten demon kings from the demon world and the Dragon King of the Sea to attack the Ice Clan Demon King. In the end, Fang Yun just sat back and reaped the benefits. It's that simple."
"Then why has it become so warm here?" Xiao Yetian asked.
Bing Tongdao: "Fang Yun composed three snow poems in a row, using the blood of the three saints on the Three Saints Page to inspire them, blending with the power of heaven and earth in the Ice Emperor Palace. The last poem he composed was "Spring Thunder", which absorbed all the coldness of the wind and snow, turning it into thunder, and punishing all the monsters with divine punishment."
Many university scholars gasped and widened their eyes. If they were not concerned about their status, who knows how many colloquial slangs they would have uttered to express their amazement.
"There were two corpses before, and they seemed to be from the Ancestral God clan. Did they also die at the hands of Fang Xu Sheng?" Xiao Yetian was somewhat unwilling.
Bing Tong nodded.
"There is no body of the Zhenhai Dragon King here, only some traces of the dragon clan. There is not even any real dragon flesh and blood or broken scales. Maybe he ran away?" Xiao Yetian asked.
Bing Tong showed a strange look and said, "He wanted to run away, but he didn't. The real dragon's flesh and blood, as well as the blood-stained soil on the ground, were taken away by Fang Yun. After all, even a little bit of real dragon scales is worth more than a Jinshi Wenbao."
Xiao Yetian stood there in a daze, a look of disbelief on his face.
The other scholars were horrified and helpless. They looked around but found that there was no chance to find it. The swallowed seashells had taken it all. But a few scholars were unwilling to give up and were still secretly watching. After all, it was a real dragon, and any drop of blood could have a great effect. The real dragon blood of the Zhenhai Dragon King fed to snakes and aquatic creatures had the same effect as ordinary holy blood.
Xiao Yetian continued to ask: "The dragon clan has the Dragon Soul Tree, so how could Fang Yun kill him? You must have seen it wrong. Although its body was taken away by Fang Yun, its soul should have escaped."
Bing Tong rolled his eyes at Xiao Yetian with disdain and said, "Don't forget that this is the land of ancient monsters. There is the power of the ancestor emperor Tu Ting. Fang Yun used the Heavenly Law to borrow Tu Ting's power to take his soul. The Dragon King of Zhenhai is dead and cannot die again. Now, the West Sea is probably wailing for a hundred thousand miles..."
In the distant Shengyuan Continent, the entire West Sea was covered by boiling blood clouds.
Blood poured down from the blood cloud, staining the entire sea surface.
"Who killed my true dragon son!" The sad roar filled the entire Shengyuan Continent.
The sea stretches for millions of miles with raging waves and howling winds. Thousands of islands are sinking, countless corpses are floating on the surface of the water, and tens of thousands of fish are struggling to jump out of the water and die one after another.
They will be buried with the real dragon.
A stream of light flew out from the Holy Academy, and the original copy of the holy book "Shui Jing Zhu" flew straight to the west coast of Shengyuan Continent, fell into stone, and piled up layer by layer, rising continuously. In an instant, a dam spread across hundreds of thousands of miles of coastline, reaching thousands of feet high and blocking out the sky and the sun.
The huge waves of the West Sea hit the dam violently, but it remained standing.
Soon, all the major families in Shengyuan Continent received a piece of news.
Back then, the Dragon King of the West Sea sent the Demon King into the Blood Mane Realm to kill Fang Yun, but was attacked back. He then forced his way into the War Realm before his injuries were healed, and was injured by the Sky-Splitting Palace, where he had been recovering. However, due to Ao Cang's sudden and inexplicable death, the Dragon Saint of the West Sea was furious, vomited blood repeatedly, and his injuries worsened.
All the major human families tried to figure out who killed the Dragon King of the Sea. Even the Wenwang family could not figure out who killed him. They could only conclude that there was at least intervention from a power at the level of an ancestor, otherwise the Dragon King of the Sea would have returned to the Dragon Soul Tree.
Deep inside the Ice Emperor Palace, many university scholars gathered in front of Wu Hou's carriage, slowly drinking tea to remove the coldness from their bodies.
The grand secretaries secretly observed Fang Yun and found that Fang Yun was absent-minded and didn't know what he was thinking about.
Hu Li appeared calm on the surface, but he stared at every university scholar who approached him, with his back slightly arched and his feet on the pedals of the chair, ready to attack at any time.
At this moment, Fang Yun's mind was in a daze in the Wen Palace.
Suspended in it was a blue droplet of water, nearly an inch high, with a tiny dragon soul inside.
"Isn't this the legendary sea soul? And it is formed from the soul of Dragon Emperor Pulao, how could it be obtained by the Dragon King of the Sea? This is a good thing! The Dragon Emperor is equivalent to a saint or an ancestor god. The power in it is no less than the drop of Ancestral Dragon Blood that I got that year. After all, when that drop of Ancestral Dragon Blood was born, the Ancestral Dragon was at the level of Dragon Emperor. This Dragon Emperor Sea Soul is different. Not only does it contain the power and soul of the Dragon Emperor, but because it was nurtured by the ocean, it has all kinds of magical effects."
Fang Yun was surprised and happy, and kept thinking about everything about the Dragon Emperor Sea Soul.
"The Sea-Suppressing Dragon King is such an idiot! The Dragon Saint of the West Sea was probably in seclusion, and he didn't ask about the role of the Dragon Emperor's Sea Soul, so he used the stupidest method to forcibly absorb it. What a waste of resources! The Dragon Emperor's Sea Soul is simply equivalent to a miniature Dragon Emperor's soul, with countless functions. If he had to devour it, it would only be most useful when a semi-saint is promoted to a great saint. It would be a waste to use it to promote a semi-saint."
Fang Yun shook his head slightly, then bowed his head respectfully and said, "I am Fang Yun, the Dragon Duke of Wenxing. I have obtained the Pulao Sea Soul and I will use it. Thank you for your gift, Senior."
Fang Yun bowed his head to express his gratitude, but this drop of Dragon Emperor Sea Soul moved slightly, as if it was being worshipped and leaned sideways, and should not be treated with the full greeting.
Fang Yun raised his head, and the Dragon Emperor's Sea Soul was restored.
In the Wen Palace, the water shimmers, as if you are in the Dragon Palace.
Fang Yun stretched out his hand and saw the Dragon Emperor's Sea Soul separate a drop of azure blue water, which flew over the Wen Palace and wrapped around Wen Dan.
There was a faint layer of watery sheen on the surface of Wendan, which seemed to be there and not there.
Fang Yun revealed a faint smile. From now on, this layer of water light could withstand any attack that exceeded the limit of Wen Dan's endurance, whether it was a violation of the oath or a Ming Qi attack; whether it was going against one's will or a mental collapse, this layer of water light could offset it.
After all, this is the power of the soul of the Dragon Emperor.
Heaven does not punish saints.
The Dragon Emperor Sea Soul has many other magical uses. Just by placing it in the Wen Palace, it can repair all the hidden diseases of the Wen Palace and nourish all the strength. For Wen Xin, the Dragon Emperor Sea Soul is the best nourishment. After all, most Wen Xin were born in Wenhai, and the dragon clan is the master of all seas.
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