"The war has begun." Xi Luan's heart tightened.
Fang Yun nodded slightly, and saw Xingliu move slightly, and the Eagle King's spirit skeleton and the Snake King's spirit skeleton slowly emerged from his back.
Xi Luan looked back, then looked at his third-level bear barbarian king's spirit body, and said helplessly: "How many good things do you have in your hand? I know that you used three drops of Fu Yue's blood to exchange for Xi Zu's holy blood from our Xi family."
"Are you wearing the semi-saint robes and crown?" Fang Yun asked.
A strange look flashed across Xi Luan's eyes, and he said, "I brought it."
"You're really willing to do that. Regarding this trip to the Holy Burial Valley, I'm afraid that Ancestor Xi had already made preparations before his death?" Fang Yun asked.
Xi Luan's eyelids jumped, and he said, "Ancestor Xi did make some preparations, but we should do our best and leave the rest to fate. I don't ask for any amazing treasures, but if I can return to Shengyuan Continent safely and take some things with me, it won't be a wasted trip."
"Yes, the most important thing is not those treasures, but our practice." Fang Yun said.
Xi Luan looked into the distance and said, "There is a huge momentum over there. I'm afraid they have already established their own world. I hope the Monster King will not participate in the war, especially the Monster King."
"Since the war has started there, it means that the Demon King and other nearby emperors have already penetrated deep into the God-given mountains and seas. Otherwise, the battle would have been over." Fang Yun said.
Xi Luan nodded and said, "The Emperor's literary masters will never fight outside the God-given Mountains and Seas. In their eyes, the God-given Mountains and Seas are related to the opportunity of canonization. Even if they kill all the others, it will be of no benefit. What's more, since our human race has established the world and is supported by the holy energy of the spirit bones, it will be difficult for the emperor to break through in a short time without the holy treasure."
The two were chatting when they suddenly sensed a flash of light rushing ahead, and their expressions immediately changed.
That was the human race's signal for help.
Fang Yun released his aura, stretched out his hand, and the spiritual light immediately turned and flew towards him.
Fang Yun stretched out his hands and clapped them, and the spiritual light turned into fluctuations of divine thoughts, conveying the message.
Xi Luan watched quietly from the side.
Fang Yun used his mind to read the information contained in the spiritual light and said, "It turned out to be Mr. He Mingyuan, the Emperor of Literature. When he rushed to the sea of God-given mountains and seas, he not only encountered three great scholars, but also encountered many demons and barbarians. The demons and barbarians attacked crazily, and the four of them had to open up the Four Seas and World and barely hold on. Later, a barbarian emperor arrived, and the emperor attacked, forcing one of the great scholars to recite "Crossing the Zero Ding Ocean" and burn his life, and then hurt the emperor by trickery. When the call for help was sent, the emperor had stopped attacking and was hesitating whether to enter the sea of God-given mountains and seas or continue to stay there."
“Then the four of them are probably in danger. Fortunately, that place is the farthest from the Demon Blood Tomb Cemetery, but very close to the Blood Tomb Cemeteries of the Dragon Tribe, Human Tribe and Ancient Demon Tribe. Otherwise, it would be even more dangerous.” Xi Luan looked worried.
Fang Yun said: "Mr. He Mingyuan is lucky to have an emperor's spirit body, which can last for a while. Moreover, the blood tombs of some alien races such as the Fire Clan are closer to there. If they encounter them, they will definitely not abandon the human race. Most of them know the principle of lips and teeth being cold."
"We can't get there right away, so we can only hope they can hold on."
The two stopped talking and began to prepare for battle.
A history book appeared in front of Xi Luan. He recited silently in his mind and began to prepare for the next communication with the long river of history.
Fang Yun said, "Mr. Xi, I need to improve the strength of the Wentai, and I'm afraid I won't be able to focus for a while, so I hope you can take care of me."
"Just go ahead and do it." Xi Luan said.
Fang Yun nodded, and projected his family, country, and the world into his mind, as if it were enveloped by a transparent ball of light about ten feet in size. He then projected all nine writing desks into his mind in turn, and finally projected the medical book and the holy scale where the Plague Lord's clone was located.
A strange light immediately appeared around Fang Yun, as if the holy way had appeared in the world and the legal principles had disappeared.
Xi Luan stared at the nine desks above Fang Yun's head in amazement. He had a lot of questions in his mind but couldn't open them, as if he was being tormented by a hundred claws.
Finally, he set his gaze on the Holy Soul Writing Platform, looked at the statues of the three saints Wang Jinglong, Zhang Zhongjing and Hua Tuo, and opened his mouth wide.
As an important heir of a semi-saint family, he had vaguely heard of this legendary Wen Tai that existed only in the imaginations of the saints, and he also heard that once this Wen Tai appeared, it would be enough to crush all other Wen Tais. He did not expect that it would appear here in Fang Yun.
What also surprised Xi Luan was that Fang Yun's country and the world exuded the true aura of the Holy Way power. Even though that aura was extremely weak, the Holy Way power was the Holy Way power and could not be adulterated.
Xi Luan had a feeling that if his country and the world were a steel shield, then Fang Yun’s country and the world were a fortress built of steel. They were completely on a different level of power.
Xi Luan's expression kept changing, and he even had the urge to reach out and touch Fang Yun's country and the world. However, Fang Yun needed quiet, so he finally held back and waited until Fang Yun was done before asking.
Within his family, country and the world, holy energy was surging and the power of decay was surrounding him. Fang Yun pushed his own strength to the extreme.
Then, the Starfire Hun Tianjian appeared behind Fang Yun, transforming into a huge brass disc that slowly rotated, emitting a faint holy pressure.
Fang Yun closed his eyes and sat quietly. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the holy scales of the Lord of Plague.
The scales suddenly trembled and made a slight sound, as if issuing a warning of danger.
The next moment, all the decayed forces in the country and the world rushed into the scales like an invisible wind.
The scales suddenly shook slightly and turned into a black cobra about a foot long, which pounced towards Fang Yun.
At this moment, the eyes of the statue of Wang Jinglong at the Holy Soul Writing Platform lit up. He raised his arm and pointed it at the black snake. The black snake immediately exploded and turned into countless black smoke that scattered everywhere.
Fang Yun's eyes turned cold, and strength surged throughout his body. The Ancient Dragon Sword, Wen Yu, Wen Tai, Family, Country and the World, even Mo Nu, Ink Turtle and Mist Butterfly were all dispatched, like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers, and trapped from one to ten wisps of black smoke.
The poison attack Wentai was the most powerful, and it turned into a dark green snake, swallowing thirty strands of black mist in one breath. But then the poison attack snake returned to the Wentai, crawling motionlessly, slowly refining the power of the Lord of Plague.
There was so much black smoke that even if Fang Yun used all his strength, he could only trap one twentieth of the smoke.
The remaining smoke quickly condensed together and turned into a black snake again.
The black cobra hissed angrily and pounced on Fang Yun, but Fang Yun was prepared and blocked it.
The battle took place in just a small space, but the aura it exuded was extremely grand. Fang Yun's country and the world had been constantly shaking, like a huge catfish twisting wildly in a cloth bag.
Xi Luan was sitting ten feet away from Fang Yun, and was unexpectedly hit so hard by the dissipated force that he could not breathe. He had to retreat again and again.
Under Fang Yun's seat was the emperor's spiritual body, and now that water-like body was slowly showing tiny cracks.
Xi Luan was not clear about Fang Yun’s intentions at first, but he soon realized that Fang Yun was actually stealing the power of the Demonic Half-Saint!
After a long while, Xi Luan said to himself: "Fang Yun's courage is beyond measure!" Then he showed a look of pain.
"It hurts just looking at it..." Xi Luan couldn't imagine how fierce the battle inside was.
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