boom!
Several circular white air waves swept in all directions. Wherever they passed, the Zhan Shi soldiers would instantly collapse, and the Yangtze River that was blocking the enemy would also collapse. The Yangtze River formed again, but was unexpectedly shattered by the aftermath.
Then, two mirages were formed in succession to block the enemy, but the ancient corpse of the Bull King didn't care at all and tore it to pieces with pure running impact.
However, Fang Yun eventually greatly slowed down the speed of the Bull King's ancient corpse and barely adapted to its almost new body.
Fang Yun lowered his head to glance at his chest. There was not even a trace left on the tortoise armor body. Even a powerful corpse like the Ox King could not destroy the tortoise shell of the Turtle Green King.
Fang Yun raised his head and looked at the ancient corpse of the Ox King. His expression was solemn, but there was no fear in his eyes.
Fang Yun stood on Pingbu Qingyun, flying quickly and constantly changing directions.
In order to catch up with Fang Yun, the ancient corpse of the Ox King also kept changing direction, and every time it changed direction, its movement speed would decrease a little. Coupled with the obstruction of Fang Yun's other forces, it could never catch up with Fang Yun.
Fang Yun also took the opportunity to use various forces to attack.
The Undead are not afraid of most poisons. The power of the poisonous giant snake is negligible in front of the ancient corpse of the Bull King. Its only function is to send the power of decay into the ancient corpse of the Bull King.
The Wentai True Dragon was not weak, but after approaching the ancient corpse of the Bull King, it was ripped open by the bull's horns. Although it recovered quickly, it could only spit dragon fire from a distance.
Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword was already incredibly powerful, but the body of the Bull Emperor Ancient Corpse was harder than that of most emperors, and it only had skin and bones but no flesh and blood. The True Dragon Ancient Sword only left shallow scars on its body and was unable to cause effective damage, so that the Bull Emperor Ancient Corpse was too lazy to specifically attack the True Dragon Ancient Sword.
Fang Yun had to admit that he was not a literary giant and his True Dragon Ancient Sword did not have eight patterns, so he had no way to deal with the Ancient Corpse King.
However, after only a few dozen breaths, Fang Yun realized that the situation was critical, not for himself, but for the other three people.
The three great scholars were being hunted by one hundred and eight fifth-level ancient corpses. They jumped up and down in the hall of the treasure pavilion like rabbits being chased by a pack of wolfhounds. They had no power to fight back and could only delay and obstruct the enemy. They had no chance to attack at all.
The three great scholars looked miserable. If the younger generations knew about their situation, all the dignity of the elders would be gone.
Fortunately, those five-realm ancient corpses were disturbed by the power of blood light, and their attacks often missed, otherwise the three of them would have been surrounded and killed by hundreds of corpses.
Fang Yun only took a few glances and discovered the most important problem. The three of them had no effective means to stop the hundreds of ancient corpses and could only be forced to keep running away. It was estimated that within a quarter of an hour, the three of them would be injured.
Like the three great scholars, Fang Yun kept summoning out soldiers and generals with battle poems, but those soldiers and generals had a hard time dealing with the Five Realms Ancient Corpse. Once they were within two hundred feet of the Ox Emperor's ancient corpse, they were either shattered into pieces by the Emperor's River or destroyed by the aftermath of the attack. The whole scene was like an ancient giant beast trampling on a colony of ants.
However, without the war poems and soldiers, the three great scholars would have been quickly killed by the hundreds of corpses.
Fang Yun was worrying about the other three great scholars when the ancient corpse of the Ox King suddenly opened its mouth and spewed out a column of dark green fire.
Fang Yun was not surprised, but rather confident.
In the dark green pillar of fire, the figure of the ancient corpse of the Bull King appeared, repeating the previous scene and launching a terrifying attack.
Fang Yun moved his brush lightly and finished the poem "Red Dust Killing" in an instant.
When I got married, I was still young and had no experience in life, but all my friends were heroes.
He refused to accept the reward for his refusal to surrender Qin, and only considered the attack on Jinning as his merit.
Throw yourself into the sword and kill people in the world of mortals.
The current dynasty pays tribute to his noble righteousness, and the whole world admires his heroic spirit.
The poem is finished, and light shines everywhere.
Throw yourself into the sword and kill people in the world of mortals!
Fang Yun disappeared from the spot, and what remained was a bloody man who looked exactly like Fang Yun.
When the ancient corpse of the Bull King crashed into the bloody man, Fang Yun had already moved hundreds of feet away.
Hongchen Fang Yun was knocked into a blood mist. The ancient corpse of the Bull King passed through the blood mist, changed direction, and continued to chase Fang Yun.
Fang Yun had an endless stream of methods, and the ancient corpse of the Bull King was not as powerful as a real long-time emperor. Apart from its strong body, it had too many other shortcomings, and for a while it was unable to do anything to Fang Yun.
Although Fang Yun had been running away, his attacks never stopped, and a large amount of decaying power poured into the body of the ancient corpse of the Ox King.
However, Fang Yun was at ease, but the three great scholars were becoming more and more exhausted. The power of the hundred corpses was not as strong as that of the ancient corpse of the Ox King, but because of their large number, it became more troublesome.
The spirits of the three people would occasionally kill the ancient corpse, but the ancient corpse would turn into corpse gas and be resurrected from the giant coffin.
Suddenly, He Mingyuan roared, and the ancient sword slashed at an ancient corpse, preventing Tian Songshi from getting injured.
Tian Songshi is the oldest among the three, but he became a great scholar the latest. Because of his knowledge of Wenxin Chunqiu, his war poems are exceptionally strong, but in terms of combat experience at the great scholar level, he is the weakest.
Fang Yun quickly asked through voice transmission: "How are you three?"
He Mingyuan said in a deep voice: "The situation is not good. The battle is a bit strenuous. There are hundreds of corpses like a tide, which is too powerful."
"Thanks to my good luck, the two of you taking care of me, and the many spiritual remains, otherwise I would not have been able to hold on." Tian Songshi said.
Yun Yangzhao smiled bitterly and said, "In this kind of battle, my strength has increased rapidly, but I am afraid I can't hold on for long, let alone have the spare energy to take the Brewing Light Bottle. Fang Xusheng, please don't take offense, but I really think it's better not to take that thing."
He Mingyuan said: "If there is no emperor's ancient corpse, there may be a way, but with the emperor's ancient corpse, you don't have much time to help us."
Fang Yun remained silent. What the three said was right. He was indeed very capable of dealing with the ancient corpse of the Ox King, and could occasionally help the three of them, but this would not play a decisive role. If this continued, the final result would be that he would be exhausted and leave.
Fang Yun took a look at the wine bottle and felt very unwilling. It was precisely because it was not a complete holy treasure that it was of great use to him. Moreover, it didn't make much difference whether the treasure was incomplete or not. What was important was the strange light wine inside.
Moreover, Fang Yun had an idea about this treasure. If the idea was successful, it might affect the outcome of the battle between the two world mountains.
Fang Yun was even willing to exchange the complete Wolf-Head Holy Hammer for this set of light-brewing tools.
Fang Yun thought about the treasures in his seashells. Once used, the results would be unknown, but it meant he had no backup plan. He would have to face a real life-and-death crisis before using them.
The situation of the three people became increasingly critical, and Fang Yun became extremely anxious.
At this moment, Fang Yun keenly sensed some unusual movement outside the corridor. He turned his head and saw a fifth-level snake demon king peering at him from far away outside the door.
The man and the demon looked at each other, and the snake demon king turned around and fled like a frightened bird.
Fang Yun recognized the snake demon king. He was a member of the group fighting overseas at Shenci Mountain.
Fang Yun's heart skipped a beat. Once the news of his presence here was known to other demon kings, the consequences would be disastrous. He had to decide whether to go or stay as soon as possible.
Fang turned his head and looked at the wine-brewing bottle. His eyes flashed and holy energy and the power of decay surged around him.
After dozens of breaths, Fang Yun's eyes lit up. He dipped the great scholar's writing brush into the thick ink on the inkstone and wrote on the holy page.
Looking at the sword under the lamp while drunk!
As soon as a sentence was formed, talent surged and the vitality of heaven and earth became violent.
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