Fang Yun consumed his holy energy to speed up his escape and headed straight for the Fenglun Mountains.
The dragon's turning over will attract a large number of monsters and barbarians, and the area within tens of thousands of miles will become unsafe. The Fenglun Mountains are the only place suitable for him to become a great scholar.
After a long journey of a day and a night, Fang Yun finally arrived at the Fenglun Mountains again.
On the road, Fang Yun always had a sense of crisis in his heart, always feeling that he was being followed, but after entering Fengluan Mountain, that feeling disappeared immediately.
There is a semi-saint in the Fenglun Mountains.
Fang Yun did not go to the residence of the Holy Spirit of the mountain, but found a hidden cave, entered it, and summoned the war soldiers to protect himself. He put the last dragon power and ten groups of holy energy into the Starfire Hun Tianjian. As long as he encountered danger, the Starfire Hun Tianjian would spontaneously protect itself, which was enough to block the emperor's full-strength attack.
Finally, Fang Yun sat cross-legged on the ground, his mind entering the Palace of Literature.
The Wen Palace is huge and spacious like a city. Stars twinkle in the sky and silver light falls. The Wen Palace hangs high in the air, illuminating all around.
Deep in the Palace of Literature, a statue of myself stands, with a cloud of talent above his head, holding a rare book of the world, calm and composed.
Under the statue, there are some strange divine objects, such as the sapling of the tree of heaven, the ball of holy energy, and the nine literary platforms...
Fang Yun’s spiritual consciousness was like a translucent person, sitting cross-legged under the statue.
As soon as Fang Yun closed his eyes, the unfinished Ninth Writing Platform flew into the sky.
As soon as Fang Yun opened his mouth, he absorbed a large amount of holy energy and intertwined it with his own talent, transforming it into a powerful force that fell on the ninth writing platform and began to forge the ninety-ninth floor.
Heavy sounds like the collision of stone slabs rang out on the ninth literary stage. The sound seemed to penetrate the long river of history and connect the past and present of heaven and earth.
The moment the ninety-ninth floor was completed, the surface of the ninth platform was glittering with light, and the entire palace was filled with dazzling and brilliant light. Then, a ray of colorful divine light burst out from between Fang Yun's eyebrows and went straight up into the sky.
High in the sky, divine light suddenly exploded and turned into billions of light points, like flying catkins, flying in all directions of the Holy Burial Valley.
The sky above the Holy Burial Valley was clear as a mirror and remained unchanged forever. But at this moment, a pair of strange eyes appeared in the highest sky, like the lord of the Holy Burial Valley, looking down at the world.
The ninth literary platform was formed.
No matter what kind of holy power the first eight platforms contained, their surfaces were extremely delicate, as if they were the painstaking works of skilled craftsmen, but this ninth platform looked like a white square platform that was casually knocked out, with a rough and simple surface, and there was nothing on the platform.
It was like a square stone platform, bare as if it had just been dug out of the soil, without any powerful aura.
Ten balls of holy energy entered the Sea-Swallowing Shell, and a drop of holy blood flew out.
The blood of the Half-Saint King Jinglong.
The drop of holy blood squirmed in the air and turned into a one-inch-tall little man, who looked exactly like Wang Jinglong.
This little Wang Jinglong was just one foot away from Fang Yun's nose, with holy power rippling and bright eyes. He was clearly just a little man, but he seemed like a body holding up the sky, extremely tall and majestic.
Little Wang Jinglong seemed to have expected this. He nodded slightly to Fang Yun and said, "Good."
After saying that, Xiao Wang Jinglong took a step forward, disappeared, and appeared on the ninth writing platform.
Little Wang Jinglong found a place to stand on the desk and turned into a white statue, motionless.
The entire stone platform still looks rough, but it is surging with an inexplicable aura, like an ancient beast lurking or a ferocious god lurking.
The entire Wen Palace trembled slightly, as if it was shocked by the new Ninth Wentai.
The Holy Soul Literature Platform is the best of all time.
Fang Yun opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
Nine literary platforms were officially built.
Fang Yun stood up, his clothes fluttering, his black hair swaying, bursts of strange fragrance spreading in all directions, and pieces of strange flowers falling like rain.
The cave seems like a paradise, pleasing to the eyes.
Pingbu Qingyun appeared under his feet, holding up Fang Yun. Unlike usual, this time Pingbu Qingyun was shining brightly, as if the sun, moon and stars were hidden in the clouds, emitting soft, white light that illuminated all directions.
The next moment, another layer of Pingbu Qingyun appeared, and two layers of Pingbu Qingyun, one above and one below, supported Fang Yun.
One after another, rising clouds appeared, and finally formed nine layers of white clouds. Fang Yun stood on them, like a god living in the clouds.
Behind Fang Yun, a green light appeared, like ripples on a lake.
Then a grand and ancient palace flew out from behind Fang Yun's head. It was a miniature Wen Palace. It was thrown into the green water. Then rocks rose from the water and a tower was built in the void, completing a layer.
Fang Yun's eyes darkened and his expression became listless.
Afterwards, a water drop-shaped strange object flew out again. It was a shrunken Wen Dan, which landed on the first floor of the tower. Rocks were created from the void, and the second floor of the tower was built.
Fang Yun's face turned gloomy again, as if his literary talent had been taken away.
Afterwards, the True Dragon Ancient Sword, the Literary Lamp, the Cloud of Talent, the Literary Desk, and the Historical Code flew out one after another, each forming a layer of the pagoda.
The pagoda has six sides and a pure white body. A colored glaze lamp with a red flame is hung on each corner.
Fang Yun had collapsed to the ground, sweat pouring down his body, and his strength seemed to have been drained away.
Then, a terrifying scene appeared. Fang Yun's body surface suddenly moved. Many fine and dense black words suddenly appeared on his skin and hair. These words flowed slowly like water, making Fang Yun look like he was no longer a human, but a monster made up of these black words.
Soon, the black words connected into lines, left Fang Yun's body, and fell on the seventh floor of the tower.
Every time someone leaves, Fang Yun has a little less skin or flesh.
When all the black words disappeared, Fang Yun was left with only skin and bones, like a mummy, and could die at any time.
Then, two rays of light appeared behind Fang Yun and expanded rapidly.
A ray of light was white, like the vast clouds in the sky, covering thousands of miles. Upon closer inspection, it was not white clouds, but white people of light, including peddlers, emperors, generals, men, women, old and young, as if no one in the world was missing.
The white light is soft and warm.
Opposite the vast white light, there are rippling black shadows, like a cloak sunk to the bottom of the deep sea, like dark clouds stained with endless ink, covering the mountains, composed of countless black figures, as if they were an army in formation.
The black light was solemn and murderous.
The two kinds of light were like two wings across the sky, quickly converging and all falling on the eighth floor, forming the ninth floor of the tower.
Nine layers of white clouds flew away from Fang Yun, supporting the nine-story tower.
Only dry bones were left on Fang Yun's body, with cracks all over his body. He fell to the ground, motionless.
Suddenly, Fang Yun’s head fell off and rolled on the ground, his bones turned to ashes, as if he was dead.
However, among the gray ashes, a pale silver star rose up, slowly flew high, and landed on the side of the basil.
Then, one tiny star after another rose from the ashes, and finally they were lined up in a row, with nine stars filling the sky.
All the ashes disappeared.
Fang Yun's flesh, blood, and bones turned into the Nine-Layered Cloud Tower Star.
Suddenly, the heaven and earth shook, wind blew out of nowhere, and powerful forces surged in from all directions.
The power was strong and powerful, majestic and majestic, and it madly poured into the nine layers of clouds of the nine stars and nine towers.
Then the star tower and clouds changed at the same time, the nine-story pagoda turned into bones, the nine layers of clouds turned into flesh and blood, and the nine stars reunited their souls.
After three days and three nights, the positive energy of heaven and earth slowly dissipated, and Fang Yun's new body was formed.
At the moment the body was formed, seven orange crescent moons appeared in the sky above Fang Yun, with surging talent like a tide, and finally falling back between Fang Yun's eyebrows.
At the moment when Fang Yun was promoted to a great scholar and his talent reached the level of the moon, everyone in Shengyuan Continent felt the sky shaking and looked up at the sky.
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