Fang Yun's body did not move, but his mind was already in a strange world.
The sky and earth were pitch black in all directions, as if the void was sinking and the world was returning to silence. Slowly, thin silver-black lines appeared around the void creatures under his feet, and slowly intertwined to form low trees. These low trees were arranged in a mysterious and wonderful way, intricately, as if forming a maze.
At the same time, there seemed to be a mirror directly above, reflecting the same silver-black lines and dense forests.
The upper and lower images of the evil tree fragments were completely symmetrical. Fang Yun used his spiritual power to place one under his feet and the other on his head. The next moment, the two images of the evil tree fragments suddenly expanded!
The remaining image of the evil tree below turned into silver-black mountains, rivers, and hills, while the image of the evil tree above turned into the night sky covered with shining stars.
Amidst the billions of miles of territory and sky, Fang Yun is as small as an ant.
The heaven and earth shook simultaneously, and wisps of golden holy energy dissipated from them. In the blink of an eye, the golden holy energy turned into countless flickering shadows.
Those golden shadows were like gods and demons dancing wildly, filling the sky and earth.
Fang Yong tried his best to watch, but all the shadows were twisting and flickering at a very fast speed, and he couldn't see what it was at all. Every time he looked, he felt like a magnificent mountain rushing into his mind.
However, a moment later, Fang Yun felt that there were tens of thousands of mountains in his mind. They were connected into a mountain range, sealing off the world and about to burst his head. Moreover, the continuous mountain ranges were constantly growing stronger and more numerous, and could crush his spiritual world at any time.
Fang Yun's mood remained calm as he methodically controlled the holy energy in his Wen Palace and integrated it into his spiritual thoughts to fight against the invisible mountain range in his mind.
Fang Yun closed his eyes and was silent for a moment. Then he opened his eyes very slowly, revealing a very thin gap. Golden light flickered and holy energy surged across the gap.
At this point, Fang Yun could only see a few golden shadows in his eyes, but the flashing speed of each shadow was slowing down.
Fang Yun scanned the phantoms again, but there were so many of them, and each one was like a mountain or a world, extremely strange and distant.
Soon, Fang Yun's gaze focused on a beam of phantom. The speed at which the phantom twisted and flickered became slower and slower, until it was so slow that Fang Yun could clearly see all the subtle changes in the golden phantom.
Fang Yun stared at the phantom expressionlessly. After a quarter of an hour, the phantom suddenly trembled slightly and disappeared into the sky and earth. At the same time, a ball of light golden light suddenly burst out of his eyes, and then a peak in the invisible mountain range in his mind collapsed and turned into countless extremely tiny particles, which merged into his divine consciousness and the Wen Palace.
A loud and seemingly real sound rang out in Fang Yun's Wen Palace, like a giant hugging a mountain and crashing into the earth, resonating in all directions.
Fang Yun's body shook and he closed his eyes. Then a faint luster appeared on the surface of his skin and then slowly disappeared.
Fang Yun clearly had his eyes closed, but he saw a group of leaves that were very common in the tree world appear before his eyes. The leaves left the branches, slowly drifted down, and finally fell to the ground, drying up, rotting, and blending into the soil.
This seems to be a very ordinary scene, a phenomenon that cannot be more ordinary.
For some reason, Fang Yun smiled knowingly. He slowly stretched out his right hand, and gently pinched his thumb and index finger. A leaf from a tree above fell and landed between his two fingers.
Fang Yun smiled and slowly pinched the leaves.
One breath, two breaths, and the green leaves didn't change at all.
In three breaths, the leaves that were originally full of vitality turned yellow in an instant, and turned into ashes in an instant. The wind blew gently and dissipated like smoke.
A shadow, a leaf's birth and death.
Fang Yun opened his eyes, and two identical pictures of evil trees continued to appear in his eyes. His mind once again searched for the golden shadow between the remaining pictures of the evil trees. Soon, Fang Yun stared at another shadow.
In Fang Yun's eyes, the phantom slowly stopped flickering and finally turned into a branch with seven leaves on it. As time passed, the seven leaves withered and fell one after another. When the last leaf fell, the golden phantom disappeared.
Next, Fang Yun continued to capture new phantoms. Almost every phantom was related to falling leaves and withering, as if constantly repeating the process of vibrant leaves from their peak to withering.
The whole process seemed to be no different, but Fang Yun was like a possessed person, constantly looking for similar shadows.
That is not just an illusion, it is the trajectory of the holy path.
One thought, one world; one leaf, one universe.
After a day and a night, dark blood began to flow from Fang Yun's eyes.
After two days and two nights, Fang Yun's temples began to turn white.
After three days and three nights, the moon in Fang Yun's eyes suddenly shrank, and the pattern woven from silver-black threads lost its support and collapsed.
The extremely evil power in the Moon Tree fruit core was suddenly retracted into the core.
Fang Yun's eyes were actually replaced by pitch-black flesh holes. The eyeballs disappeared and the edges became smooth. However, after a few breaths, buds appeared at the edges of the flesh holes, slowly growing and finally forming new eyes.
At first glance, these eyes are no different from before, but if you look closely, you will find that these eyes are extremely white and extremely black, as if the two purest colors in the world are fused together. There is obviously a huge difference between them, yet they are extremely harmonious.
Fang Yun blinked lightly, feeling that the world before his eyes was a little different, but he couldn't tell exactly what was different. Then his mind entered the palace of literature.
Soon, Fang Yun's spiritual gaze fell on Cai Qi Ming Yue.
The talent of the great scholar condenses into the moon.
Before, a poetry tripod appeared above Fang Yun’s talent, and now, there is still a poetry tripod on the first bright moon on the left, but on the second bright moon next to it, there is a new bronze tripod with three legs and two ears. The body of the tripod is mottled and old, and a vast ancient atmosphere is overwhelming. Compared with the first tripod, it has a more gray atmosphere.
On the top of the second tripod, there is a very strange symbol, which looks like a picture or a word.
Fang Yun could not recognize this symbol, and it did not exist in the inheritance of the Tree Lord, but he knew at a glance that the meaning of this word was close to the Chinese character "枯".
Looking at the picture of the evil tree, Fang Yun comprehended a kind of holy power related to the evil trees in the tree world. This power is very shallow and is only the most basic holy power, but it has finally stepped into the realm of the holy way and has surpassed the realm on the edge of the holy way that great Confucian scholars can reach.
"Withered!"
Fang Yun officially named this new power, and then tried to use it. He soon discovered that neither war poetry nor verbal battles could "directly" carry this power, because this was the real power of the Holy Way, even if it was only at the lowest level at present.
However, as a great scholar, he has a power that can carry the power of the holy way at this level.
Family, country and the world!
This is because family, country and the world are the prototypes of the semi-saint literary world.
Fang Yun's mind moved, and a perfect translucent sphere appeared in the Wen Palace, with cracks all over the surface of the sphere.
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