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A strange sound came from the blue mountain, and then a silver light flashed, and then another three silver tentacles swayed out. Each tentacle was covered with densely packed blood-red suction cups, and the sharp teeth on the suction cups kept extending and retracting, as if chewing and biting.
Finally, a huge suction cup with a diameter of more than ten feet came out of the mountain. The circular suction cup was located at the connection point of the four tentacles. The teeth inside were arranged in a circular shape, with a total of seven layers. It kept wriggling and biting, and was extremely ferocious.
The broken tentacles quickly grew out, and four arms that were as big as ten people hugging together were like four giant dragons, rolling, slapping, pulling, and poking, all attacking Fang Yun.
At the same time, an aura filled with extreme evil instantly enveloped an area of a hundred miles.
Yun Yangzhao, a great scholar from the fourth realm, had a look of fear on his face, with a faint black mist in his eyes. He instinctively retreated backwards to escape, but after three full breaths, he suddenly stopped, with fear still in his eyes.
He gritted his teeth, but his body was still shaking. Then he used all his strength to take out a copy of "Mencius", his major, and read it slowly and softly, word by word.
As he continued to recite, the shaking of his body gradually decreased.
The invisible murderous intent was there every moment. Yun Yangzhao did not dare to stop. He recited while looking towards Fang Yun in front of him.
Yun Yangzhao was stunned for a moment and almost forgot that he had to recite the scriptures in order to fight back. Then he hurriedly continued to recite while continuing to look at Fang Yun in surprise.
Fang Yun seemed to be unaffected by the evil intent and was completely unaffected by it. He just stood there naturally.
Yun Yangzhao suddenly looked ashamed, and finally remembered what Yi Zhishi had said before. It seemed that Fang Yun had indeed made great success in studying the classics, and it was not just a small success, but a great success. In this regard, the other great scholars were far behind.
Looking at Fang Yun's tall and majestic but obviously young figure, Yun Yangzhao sighed softly, and then a look of relief appeared on his face.
"Finally, a young man has reached out and propped up the world of the human race!"
Yun Yangzhao continued to watch the battle.
At first, the fangs were just testing, but soon, the four tentacles began to accelerate, waving faster and faster, soon breaking the sound barrier. Every time they swung, a harsh sound would be made, especially at the tip of the tentacle. The sound created has become a powerful attack force.
Yun Yangzhao only felt that Fang Yun had been enveloped by the tentacles in the sky, like a sapling in a storm, swaying and likely to be destroyed at any time.
Yun Yangzhao only looked at it for a while before he felt slightly dizzy and horrified. He did not expect the tentacles of this monster to be so ferocious. He was clearly a great scholar in the fourth realm, but he could hardly see the movement trajectory of the tentacles.
Yun Yangzhao made a brief calculation and found that not only those in the fourth realm, but even those in the fifth realm would find it difficult to capture this terrifying attack speed. Only those at the level of a literary giant could see clearly this terrifying attack.
Until now, Fang Yun has not yet abandoned his country and the world. Apart from using the three imperial skeletons to attack, he has been using conventional war poems and verbal attacks.
Yun Yangzhao was very surprised. It was not surprising that the three emperor skeletons blocked a tentacle each, but Fang Yun's war poems and verbal battles could actually capture the trajectory of the tentacles. A single True Dragon Ancient Sword could easily block the attack of a tentacle. Occasionally, some war poems would even fly to the vital part of the minions, around the largest suction cup.
Now, among the huge tentacles flying in the sky, Fang Yun actually gives people a feeling of being as steady as a rock.
"Fang Xu's holy fruit is not ordinary..."
Yun Yangzhao sighed softly, and then suddenly let out a light exclamation, realizing that he was not reciting "Mencius". The murderous intention was still there, but he was no longer affected.
Yun Yangzhao took a closer look and saw that Fang Yun had just released the power of his country and the world. A power full of withering and decay was spreading between heaven and earth. The murderous intent was like withered yellow leaves, which withered and dissipated one after another.
"This is the mysterious holy power that he used in the previous battle..." Yun Yangzhao's eyes sparkled.
The moment Fang Yun thought about his family, country and the world, his originally calm eyes suddenly changed and became extremely focused.
Just now I was observing the strength of this minion to prepare for future dealings with other evil creatures. Now that I have figured it out, I am ready to kill it!
The minnow has four tentacles and sharp suction teeth, but there is an ancient monster that can restrain it to a certain extent.
The historian's history books appeared in front of him, and Fang Yun read them softly.
"It grows on ancient sand plains, has no leaves or branches, uses roots as feet, travels three meters a day, and after a thousand years it enters the river, grows thousands of vines and leaves, and transforms into a monster..."
A Shidao Stone Gate appeared behind Fang Yun, and inside the Shidao Stone Gate flowed the mighty river of history.
A white giant tree that was a hundred feet tall jumped out of the long river of history and appeared beside Fang Yun. This giant tree also had a trunk and branches, but the difference was that this giant tree did not grow leaves. Instead, it had vines with extremely smooth surfaces, as many as 30,000 of them.
Each vine emits a faint light, and each vine has a pattern of different colors on it. The style is weird, far from the weird painting schools of the future.
The ancient monster of the three realms, hanging silk.
Yun Yangzhao was stunned. He never expected that Fang Yun could cultivate the history books to such a level. This was a realm that only scholars who specialized in history could reach. Moreover, no one in the history of the human race had ever been able to summon the ancient monster from the long river of history, not even the saints!
Then, the thousands of long vines with hanging silk swayed gently, and suddenly shot towards the huge suction cup of the minions like a sharp arrow, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
The minions screamed, suddenly closed their large suction cup mouths, and then used four tentacles to resist.
Tens of thousands of densely packed vines were all blocked by four tentacles, but the next moment, the four tentacles suddenly grew larger.
Because thousands of vines actually drilled into the tentacles along the suction cups, constantly expanding the tentacles.
The teeth of the minions were very sharp, but the surface of all the vines of the hanging silk was covered with mucus, which made it impossible for the minions' teeth to close smoothly. In addition, the hanging silk contained holy energy and Fang Yun's power of decay, so the minions were unable to bite off all the vines. In the time it took its suction cup to bite off one vine, two more vines were enough for it to drill in.
Moreover, every vine that is bitten off will grow rapidly.
After a few breaths, both Fang Yun and Yun Yangzhao realized that Chuichou could not kill the Wanchi at all, but could only restrict its movements. If the stalemate continued, this Chuichou of the third realm would definitely be defeated by the Wanchi.
But there is also Fang Yun.
Under the cover of the hanging silk vines, the True Dragon Ancient Sword silently hit the huge suction cup of the minions' teeth, strangling the seven layers of teeth along the way, penetrating them, leaving behind a terrible force of decay, and then quickly turned around.
The seven-pattern true dragon ancient sword is indestructible!
"Empty... empty... empty..."
The minions kept yelling in pain, but they were unable to get rid of Chui Chou in such a short time. After being pierced ten times by the True Dragon Ancient Sword, the power of the force of decay began to emerge.
The realm of the minions fell directly from the emperor level to the fifth level.
The minnow suddenly retreated desperately, trying to escape, but its tentacles had been tightly entangled by the hanging silk.
After only three breaths, the True Dragon Ancient Sword killed it with one strike.
Fang Yun’s island once again reached the Blue Mountain, continuing to devour the Blue Mountain and at the same time devouring the minions.
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