All four of them knew it very well.
The Falling Sun Holy Spirit has no interest in the other three great scholars; its only target is Fang Yun.
Whether fighting or fleeing, it will only chase Fang Yun.
The three great scholars did not want to retreat, and they were all determined to fight to the death with the Holy Spirit of Falling Sun. However, they were too weak in front of the Holy Spirit of Falling Sun.
"This old man... goodbye!" Tian Songshi gritted his teeth and turned to leave.
He Mingyuan and Yun Yangzhao also bowed to Fang Yunyi and left with Tian Songshi.
Fang Yun glanced at the backs of the three people and then looked at the Falling Sun Holy Spirit flying towards them.
Fang Yun watched it quietly. It was different from the mysterious emperor he had met before. The mysterious emperor was far away from him, so he could get rid of him. However, this Falling Sun Holy Spirit was secretly following him and was too close to him, so it was difficult to get rid of him. What's more, the three great scholars were too slow in their rise to prominence.
The Falling Sun Holy Spirit ignored the three people and stopped a few miles away. He said slowly: "You humans really value benevolence and righteousness. Yes, it is enough to kill you. Those three people are not worth mentioning in my eyes. Hand over your treasures and I will kill you quickly."
The voice of the Falling Sun Holy Spirit was far more indifferent than before, and within this indifference, there was a forcefully suppressed anger.
Fang Yun wanted to buy more time for the other three, so he asked: "Since you want to kill me, then satisfy my curiosity before I die. Why are you not only not injured now, but have made further progress?"
The Falling Sun Holy Spirit sneered, "Do you think I am at the end of my strength now, or that I will return to my original form soon? You are totally wrong. We, the Falling Sun Holy Spirit, have talents that ordinary Sunless Holy Spirits do not have. We can fall and be reborn, just like the sun shining on the world, eternal and immortal. As long as our bodies cannot be erased, we can be reborn infinitely! In order to dispel the power of the Coffin Carrier, I forced myself to fake my death and stimulate my talent, so my strength has increased instead of decreased."
Fang Yun laughed, "It's ridiculous. As far as I know, the most powerful tribes in the Ten Thousand Worlds don't have this talent. This kind of rebirth after falling must have certain limitations. Let me think about it. Either the lifespan is shortened, or it can only be used once in many years, or it uses a unique divine object or power, which is impossible to use continuously."
“As long as I kill you, leave this place, and return to Que Ri Peak, I can not only make up for the loss, but also receive a great reward. Although I have consumed the power of my clan’s semi-saint, I have also conveyed the news that the Coffin-Bearer has reappeared. After all, the Coffin-Bearer and the rebellion... Humph! I don’t want to talk to you anymore. Tell me, if you want to die, I’ll send you on your way!”
Fang Yun smiled and said, "It seems that the history I know is correct. The Coffin-Carrying Man and the Stele-Carrying Lion were comrades-in-arms. The Nibei Mountain should be inextricably linked to the Coffin-Carrying Man. So after you heard about the Coffin-Carrying Man, you would rather delay killing me in order to obtain my memory."
"You are wearing out my patience!" The flames around the Falling Sun Holy Spirit slowly expanded, and the huge body that was originally twenty feet tall became even more majestic, as if it was born bathed in the fire of the sun. The power emanating from its body was enough to instantly kill a university scholar within miles.
Fang Yun looked at the Falling Sun Holy Spirit quietly, and when he realized that the Falling Sun Holy Spirit could finally not hold back any longer, a light flashed in his hand, and an old book box appeared on his right hand.
The surface of the withered yellow bamboo bookcase has been polished to a very smooth surface. The whole thing is extremely old, but it has been well preserved and some places even have patina like a collectible.
Although the bookcase is old, it exudes a majestic atmosphere, as if there is a mountain inside that may break out of the box at any time, or as if there is an ocean hidden.
"You... actually have a semi-saint's robe?" The Falling Sun Holy Spirit was astonished.
“For someone who doesn’t even want to kill the man carrying the coffin, it’s not surprising that he has half-saint’s clothing.” Fang Yun held the book box with a calm expression.
"Are you persuading me to leave?" asked the Falling Sun Holy Spirit.
"You should know that after using the semi-saint robes, it takes some time before they can be used again. I don't want to use them either, after all, this ancient treasure pavilion is full of dangers. Therefore, once this box is opened, I can only go all out, and you will have no way out. I might as well tell you that this is the semi-saint robe of Tao Yuanming, the Tao Saint of my human race."
This semi-saint clothing was borrowed by Lei Tingzhen as a reward when Fang Yun pretended to be Zhang Longxiang, to stimulate Zhang Longxiang to compete with Fang Yun. On the Yueyang Tower, Fang Yun revealed his identity. The Lei family knew they were fooled, and they owed Fang Yun a set of semi-saint clothing, so they never mentioned the matter again.
Now, Fang Yun finally took it out.
"Do you think that I will be afraid? My patience has been exhausted!"
The flames around the Falling Sun Holy Spirit surged again, and he strode towards Fang Yun like a giant of light. Two of his four arms swung violently, and two long whips of flames like giant pythons instantly arrived in front of Fang Yun.
Fire suddenly appeared within dozens of miles, like a torrent of flames hitting Fang Yun.
With the tortoise armor and fighting body on his body, Fang Yun stood firm and unmoved.
"such a pity… "
Fang Yun sighed softly, not knowing whether he was sighing at the Half-Saint's robes and hat, or at his own experience, or at the stupidity of the Fallen Sun Holy Spirit.
A strange sound, yet peaceful yet exciting, resounded through the sky, and then the lid of the bookcase opened automatically, and a magnificent golden holy energy rushed into the sky.
At the same time, a chanting sound like singing or speaking was heard.
I built my house in a human world, but without the noise of carriages and horses.
How can you do this? The mind is far away and the place is far away.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, I leisurely see the southern mountains.
The mountain air is beautiful at dusk, and the birds fly back home together.
There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten the words to explain it.
The voice is distant and ethereal, with a hint of laziness and an elusive melancholy.
Golden light spread, illuminating the world. The magnificent power swept across the ten directions. All the power of the Falling Sun Holy Spirit dissipated like melting snow under the morning sun. The two flaming whips quickly retreated before they could reach Fang Yun.
The Holy Spirit of Falling Sun retreated continuously, the light around him flickered, and his face showed anger.
The golden light enveloped Fang Yun. After a few breaths, the light dissipated, and the thick tortoise armor and Fang Yun's other clothes had been compressed into a thin inner layer of clothes. He was wearing a loose black shirt with red edges, a green Zhuge scarf on his head, and mulberry wood clogs on his feet.
In the rustling wind, the long sleeves flutter and the long clothes swing, recreating the style of Wei and Jin Dynasties.
Different from the extravagant Wei and Jin dynasties’ style at that time, this set of clothes was more simple, but the faint golden glow on the surface of the clothes demonstrated supreme power.
Tao Yuanming was born in a poor family. Although his ancestors had been high-ranking officials, he was ostracized and attacked by the aristocratic families. Unable to accept the humiliation from his incompetent superiors, he resigned in anger, leaving behind the beautiful story of "not bending for a few pecks of rice."
Everyone knows that Tao Sheng's clothes are not based on family background, but only on humble families.
Even among the great scholars from the family of Tao Sheng, not everyone can wear Tao Sheng's robes.
The noble reputation of Saint Tao will live on even after his death.
The Falling Sun Holy Spirit looked at Fang Yun in doubt and surprise, with regret in his eyes. He had heard about the power of the Half-Saint Robe before, but he didn't expect it to be so strong. Fang Yun's aura was comparable to that of an old emperor, and coupled with the power of the Half-Saint Robe itself, it was comparable to the peak.
"Why is your half-saint robe and crown different from the one in the legend?"
"I am Fang Yun, I am not the kind of person who would waste time talking to you!"
Fang Yun’s eyes are like the sun and the moon, his body is like the mountains, and he created the world!