At this moment, Fang Yun's thoughts were flying in his mind, as if as long as he wanted, he could flatten Zhilei Mountain. At the same time, he had an unprecedented desire. Within a few years, he would be able to be canonized as a saint, rule the Holy Burial Valley, and destroy all the worlds single-handedly.
However, just a moment later, Fang Yun's face turned red and white.
"I'm just a bachelor!"
Fang Yun silently recited a sentence in his mind, and the chaotic thoughts in his mind slowly sank and seemed to disappear.
Fang Yun's eyes were bright and his face showed a look of realization. When he obtained a power that was not commensurate with his own, it turned out to be such a state. At the same time, he also felt a little happy. This time, by using the holy energy, he could do two things at the same time, fighting while practicing in secret.
At this moment, you are practicing the holy path with the ability of a semi-saint incarnation.
Fang Yun has reached the peak of the rank of Grand Secretary. There is nothing more that a Grand Secretary can learn. If he continues to study and practice, all he can learn can be the path of a great scholar.
"wonderful!"
Fang Yun said secretly in his heart, and ordered his mind to practice in the Wen Palace. Then he consumed two strands of holy energy, and with a stroke of genius, he spoke fluently.
"The north wind blows the white grass to the ground, and the snow falls in August. Suddenly, a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom..."
On the paper was "Song of White Snow Farewell to the Barbarian King".
"The grass on the plain withers and grows again every year. Wildfires cannot burn it all, but it grows again with the spring breeze. Distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and clear green connects to the deserted city. I send the barbarian king away again, with a feeling of parting."
He was reciting "Fude Guyuancao Ershou Manhuang".
These two poems, which once blocked the enemy's mighty army in the north of Ning'an, have now descended on Zhilei Mountain.
Although there is no holy page, there is holy energy, which turns the virtual into the real.
Behind Fang Yun, the Xuehai Wentai appeared. Holy light was rippling on the surface of the Wentai, and it also absorbed holy energy.
The wind and clouds in the land of thunder suddenly changed. Snow-capped mountains stood tall and the grasslands were covered. In the heavy snow, all things were frozen, but the vast wild grasses were unyielding and merged with the wind and snow, climbing all over the mountain tops and soaring above, trying to bind the Thunder Dragon.
This poem that was infused with holy energy was extraordinary and appeared quickly. The Thunder Dragon crashed into the mountain, looked around, and found himself in the vast snow with an angry look on his face.
When it saw a large amount of weeds rising up, it became even more furious. It waved its claws violently, and thunder was like a waterfall, pressing down the snow-capped mountain.
Boom boom boom…
Amidst the huge roar, the mountains collapsed and the grass withered.
With just one strike, Fang Yun's strongest poem to stop the enemy disappeared into thin air.
However, these two poems blocked five breaths of time.
Shan Zhongyang exclaimed: "In terms of power, the human race's poetry is undoubtedly the best. As for our various races, we have more power than skill."
When the Thunder Dragon saw Fang Yun running away, he became furious. He took a deep breath and roared towards Fang Yun.
Thunder Dragon gave an order, and thousands of thunders followed. All the thunder within a radius of three thousand miles gathered above Fang Yun, and then fell around Fang Yun, instantly forming a thunder prison with a radius of three hundred feet.
The walls of the Thunder Prison are made up of countless falling lightning, densely packed, interweaving and shining brightly, blocking off all directions and the sky.
"Not good! Attack together!"
Everyone bombarded the wall of the Thunder Prison fiercely. Brilliant light burst out like a rainbow. The wall of Thunder in front became thinner. They were about to attack again to break it open, but in the blink of an eye, thunder fell from the sky again and filled the thin space.
"broken… "
Fang Yun recalled that the dragon clan had once recorded that this thunder prison gathered all the thunder power within a radius of thousands of miles. Unless someone could extinguish all the thunder within a thousand miles, they would be trapped to death inside.
"If I become an emperor, why would I be afraid of a mere thunder prison..." Shan Zhongyang said hatefully.
"Unfortunately, the ground of Zhilei Mountain has been tempered by lightning and fire, and is extremely solid. We can't escape underground even if we want to."
"This place is too far from the Fenglun Mountains, and the Saint in the mountains cannot rescue us."
"There is no way to escape, we can only break it with force."
The mountain holy spirits gritted their teeth, began to consume their holy energy, and attacked desperately.
Fang Yun also injected holy energy into the war poems and integrated it into the True Dragon Ancient Sword, and began to attack continuously.
The Thunder Cage was towering into the sky, at least three thousand feet high. The Thunder Dragon was suspended in the sky, looking at Fang Yun and the Mountain Spirit with contempt, like a cat playing with a mouse, and was not in a hurry to take action.
After everyone attacked with all their might and consumed a lot of holy energy, they were still helpless against the Thunder Prison.
For Fang Yun, the biggest gain was a deeper understanding of the Holy Qi War Poetry, which would give him more power in future battles.
At least so far, no one is willing to consume a whole ball of holy energy for practice.
After repeated attacks, Fang Yun discovered that the Thunder Prison was not perfect. Although the Thunder Dragon was powerful, it only relied on its talent and strength, which lacked cleverness. The mountain spirits could not detect it, but Fang Yun could easily find it with the wisdom of the human race.
Afterwards, Fang Yun secretly discussed with the Mountain Holy Spirit, and after a brief rehearsal, he suddenly attacked and blasted a big hole in the Thunder Prison.
Everyone was overjoyed and were about to break through the siege, but a series of strange screams were heard in the sky, and the thunder prison suddenly changed, and billions of thunders bombarded from the sky.
"Oh no, the Thunder Dragon is taking action!" Shan Zhongyang shouted while fighting against the thunder in the sky.
Everyone was trapped in the prison, unable to hide in the narrow space. They could only withstand the thunder and had no strength to break out. They could only watch the big hole being slowly filled up by the thunder.
Fang Yun sighed helplessly, grabbed the Sea-Swallowing Shell with one hand, and the holy energy in his body rushed into it frantically.
A moment later, an object that looked like a car but was not a car, and like a chair but was not a chair, fell into the air. The texture of this object was like wood, with clear brown veins and a surface as smooth as jade. There was a yellow canopy hanging from the top, a tiger skin cushion, and a dragon skin backrest. It was simple yet luxurious.
This wooden cart may look crude, but it exudes a murderous aura. It seems as if there is a ferocious beast hidden in the seat, which may command the army and destroy the world at any time.
Fang Yun sat upright, his mind fixed on all directions and his eyes looking at the nine realms.
The Holy Spirit of the Ten Heads Mountain Range was secretly amazed.
Fang Yun consumed four balls of holy energy to summon the Wu Hou Chariot, and then sent another ball of holy energy into the Wu Hou Chariot, merging it with the incomplete Confucian text "Peach Blossom Spring" in the Wu Hou Chariot to drive the Wu Hou Chariot.
A truly powerful Wu Hou chariot should be driven by the true writings of great Confucian scholars, and the holy energy is even higher than that.
Fang Yunru sat in the throne room and said, "This Thunder Prison is powerful and has the might of heaven. Thunder Dragon may not be able to create more and more. As long as we break it, we can let the sky be high and free. Next, you break through the wall as before, and I will use the Wuhou Chariot to block it for a few breaths, and then we will break through together!"
"good!"
There was a faint glow on the surface of the armrest of the Wu Hou chariot, as if it was jade carved into wood. Fang Yun tapped it lightly, and the Wu Hou chariot was filled with holy energy. The canopy on the top began to emit silver light, like smoke and rain, like a starry sky, rising slowly, and the thunder in the sky could not penetrate it.
Fang Yun sat in the middle of the carriage, holding up thousands of thunders.
The Holy Spirit of the Ten-Headed Mountain Range felt relieved and overjoyed. He immediately attacked with all his strength, creating a large hole in the wall of thunder, and then rushed out with Fang Yun.
"Ah..."
The thunder dragon howled in anger and stretched out its huge claws again, bursting out thunder.
Without the siege of the Thunder Prison, everyone fled while fighting against the thunder, getting closer and closer to the exit of Zhilei Mountain.
At this moment, Ye Hongyu raised his eyebrows and discovered that there was an unusual movement in the thunder in the distance. He was silent for a few breaths, turned around, and galloped away.
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