A mighty sound rang out, like the sound of a heavy hammer hitting a drum; the sky and the earth darkened, and the entire corridor was pitch black.
Afterwards, the sun rose above the roof, a mountain range on the left wall broke through the ground, a long river on the right wall surged out, and the ground beneath the feet turned into soil, turning the corridor into a world of blood.
Different from the previous blood-red world, in this moment's blood-red world, in addition to the thin holy energy and the power of decay, there is also a new kind of holy power.
Although this holy power is far less powerful than the power of a semi-saint, its aura is as pure as its holy might, and it is even more powerful than the power of decay.
In the bloody world, behind Fang Yun, a new high mountain rises from the ground. In the autumn, chrysanthemums are in full bloom on the mountain. The clear and cool weather gives off a solemn and murderous feeling.
After the mountain rose, Fang Yun's mind moved, and a page of fragments flew out of the swallowed seashell and turned into light and dissipated.
Suddenly, there were many peach trees around Fang Yun, with peach blossoms in full bloom and the fragrance wafting in the air.
Chrysanthemums are elegant, and peach blossoms are romantic.
Fang Yun ignored the battle and happily picked up his pen, saying, "I'll write a poem called 'A Trip to Peach Blossom Spring' to match Tao Sheng's 'Peach Blossom Spring'."
Fishing boats follow the water and love the spring in the mountains, and peach blossoms on both sides of the river lead to the ferry.
Sitting and looking at the mangroves, you don’t realize how far away they are; walking along the green stream, you ignore the people.
The mountain pass is narrow and winding, but when the mountain opens up, you will see the flat land.
From afar, you can see clouds gathering among the trees, and near, you can see thousands of houses with scattered bamboos.
The woodcutter first spread Han names and surnames, but the locals did not change their Qin clothes.
The residents live together in Wulingyuan and also build their own farmlands away from the world.
The room is quiet under the pines under the moonlight; the chickens and dogs are noisy when the sun rises among the clouds.
I was surprised to hear that the common guests were coming to gather and they all wanted to take me back home to ask about the capital.
In the morning, people sweep the streets and the flowers bloom; at dusk, fishermen and woodcutters come in by boat.
He left the human world initially to avoid the world, but when he became an immortal he never returned.
Who knows there is human life in the gorge? In the world, I can only see the empty cloud mountain from afar.
There is no doubt that the spiritual realm is hard to see or hear, and my heart is still filled with longing for my hometown.
No matter how many mountains and rivers there are behind me, I will leave home and travel for a long time.
I thought I had visited the old places and was not lost, but how could I know that the mountains and valleys have changed now
At that time, I only remember going deep into the mountains and following the winding Qingxi River until it reached Yunlin.
In spring, the water is full of peach blossoms, and it is hard to tell where the fairyland is.
Fang Yun recited the poem "Peach Blossom Spring", which resonated with Tao Yuanming's semi-saintly attire, and the saintly aura in Fang Yun surged again.
The blood-red world seemed to extend for thousands of miles, peaches and chrysanthemums were in full bloom, and the whole world was bright and beautiful.
The surging breath vibrated in the corridor.
Behind Fang Yun, a phantom old man suddenly appeared. With his back to everyone, he was walking in the fields with a bamboo basket on his back, applying fertilizer and weeding, looking leisurely and contented.
The Falling Sun Holy Spirit not far away looked at Fang Yun in horror. When it first saw the tortoise armor battle body behind Fang Yun, it didn't care, because Fang Yun was just a human and could not exert the full power of the tortoise armor battle body. It could only be used as a particularly strong armor.
Later, Tao Yuanming's semi-saint robes appeared, causing Fang Yun's aura to surge, and the Holy Spirit of Fallen Sun was just surprised. But now, the aura of this semi-saint robes was close to the strongest combat body in the world, and Fang Yun actually completely stimulated it.
The Holy Spirit of Falling Sun felt a little regretful, but then a look of determination flashed in his eyes.
"This emperor, let me see for a moment the power of your emperor!" The Holy Spirit of Falling Sun did not retreat but advanced. The sun ring behind him suddenly grew larger, and its diameter increased to more than three meters. Then, there seemed to be a space crack in the hollow of the ring, and a point of divine light flew out and landed behind the head of the Holy Spirit of Falling Sun.
The Holy Spirit of Falling Sun showed a look of pain, his whole body trembled slightly, strange light flowed in his body, and the flames around him condensed into pieces of regular hexagonal mirrors. These mirrors were connected to each other to form a piece of white armor.
Then the mirror armor began to reflect various lights.
Fang Yun's Blood Light World was originally constantly attacking the Falling Sun Holy Spirit, but now, once all the power falls on the mirror armor, it will all be reflected back.
It seemed as if a dark yellow sandstorm formed around the Holy Spirit of Falling Sun. All kinds of terrible forces collided around him, forming a storm of power. There was a faint sound of saints fighting each other and the sound of killing in the world.
The surging force was so strong that it was enough to easily kill the Great Demon King of the Fifth Realm or the human race's literary master.
The power of Fang Yun's family, country and the world was almost completely broken by this mirror armor.
The Falling Sun Holy Spirit did not take it lightly, because just like before, once its divine consciousness left the mirror armor, it would still be swallowed by the unknown force.
"What a miraculous country and world! If I kill you and bring your body back to the top of Sunset Mountain, the Three Saints will surely reward me handsomely. And you will also become an excellent carrier of the Falling Sun Spirit, and perhaps even become the Saint of my Que Ri Peak!"
After saying this, the Falling Sun Holy Spirit did not move his feet, but his body seemed to be pushed by a tremendous force, and he accelerated towards Fang Yun. Wherever he passed, the storm of power swept everything away, without being affected by any disaster.
Fang Yun held the literary treasure brush in his hand and waved it casually. The holy literary mind appeared in an instant. With just a light wave of the brush, ink splashed, and the great scholar's military camp poem "Pozhenzi" took shape. On the Nanshan Mountain behind him, a large army camp appeared.
Afterwards, Fang Yun actually composed a sword-summoning poem again. As soon as he opened his mouth, two ancient dragon swords with exactly the same aura and power flew up into the sky.
The two real dragon ancient swords were like two little dragons, intertwining and dancing, with the power of the Holy Way attached to their surfaces, carrying brilliant golden light, and attacking the Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun.
The Holy Spirit of Falling Sun didn't care at all. He swung his swords with two arms to defend himself, and with his other two arms, he wielded long whips of light and flew away, making a violent sound of breaking through the air, and hit the two ancient dragon swords.
Fang Yun did not dodge or evade, and saw the two True Dragon Ancient Swords cutting at the bends of the two flaming whips respectively. At the same time, the ink sword below the True Dragon Ancient Sword also attacked.
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As the sound of molten iron falling into water was heard, the two ancient True Dragon swords actually cut through two long whips and went straight to the body of the Falling Sun Holy Spirit.
"This is impossible!" The Holy Spirit of Falling Sun was horrified. The power of the ancient sword of the human race was only average in the myriad realms and it was impossible for it to overwhelm the weapon of the Jedi Holy Spirit. But the next moment, the Holy Spirit of Falling Sun understood that it must be the effect of the Half-Saint's clothes and hats. That was a treasure refined after the Half-Saint passed through it, and the enhancement it brought to the human race was too terrifying.
The Holy Spirit of Falling Sun quickly calmed down, and after the Ancient True Dragon Swords passed through the thick storm of power, he brandished two flaming Sun Swords and stood with the two Ancient True Dragon Swords.
With the holy power provided by the semi-saint robe, Fang Yun did not hesitate to use the True Dragon Ancient Sword to fight head-on with the Falling Sun Holy Spirit.
The four swords collided, making bursts of ringing sounds and surging flames, constantly forming a dazzling light that was so bright that people could not open their eyes.
After fighting for only three breaths, Fang Yun could tell that the talent of this Falling Sun Holy Spirit Emperor was completely different from that of the demon barbarian.
The Demon King obtained the fighting instinct of the saint level by relying on his ancestral soul. If I use the True Dragon Ancient Sword to fight against him, I will definitely be at a disadvantage. I can only use it to test or learn.
The fighting ability of this Falling Sun Holy Spirit is not only far inferior to that of the Demonic King, but is even slightly inferior to that of the Demonic King without activating his ancestral soul.
The power of the Falling Sun Holy Spirit lies not only in the mirror armor, but also in the nature of its power. It is as if it is a small sun. If it were not for the power of the Half-Saint Robe, the two True Dragon Ancient Swords would have been damaged or even melted long ago.
The four arms of the Falling Sun Holy Spirit made up for the deficiency. He actually retracted the whip and turned it into a sun sword, and used his four arms and four sun swords to attack Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword.
Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword immediately fell into a disadvantage and was often hit.
However, Tao Yuanming's strength was not verbal sparring.
It's poetry.
Coincidentally, Fang Yun’s war poems are also very strong.
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