While Fang Yun's real body was speaking, the phantom demon Fang Yun suddenly grinned and recited a poem in one breath that could be powerful even without the vitality of heaven and earth.
Because this poem consumes life.
After all the hardships, the surrounding stars are desolate.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind blows the catkins; my life is up and down like duckweed in the rain.
I express my fear at Huangfeng Beach and sigh my loneliness in the Lingding Ocean.
Since ancient times, everyone is mortal, but I will leave my loyalty to shine in history!
The magic phantom Fang Yun turned into light smoke and dissipated, but the power of this righteous poem poured into Fang Yun's body.
"Thank you, Mr. Jianmei!"
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he took the great scholar's writing brush, dipped it in the ink of the inkstone, and swung the brush horizontally.
The talent of the pen reaches the stars, and the momentum of the dragon and the phoenix is hard to stop.
The flowers in the hall intoxicate three thousand guests, and the sword brings cold frost to fourteen states.
The sound of drums and horns in the sky brings a chill, the wind and waves shake the earth and the mountains and sea in autumn.
I would rather be an eternal golden pillar of heaven, who would envy the marquis of the past
The sky and earth were cold and golden light descended from the sky, taking the shape of Ning'an City and enveloping Fang Yun, forming an extremely strong protective capability.
What was strange was that in the Jinguan Ning'an City, there were countless translucent scholars who were either writing or reciting. Golden words flew out from their pens and mouths, forming a line and entering Fang Yun's palace of literature.
As the golden light fell, an arc of silver light flew out along the horizontal tip of the pen, like a curved blade, flying horizontally and cutting towards Emperor Bei Yi.
During the flight, the silver arc blade quickly grew larger, and finally reached a length of over a hundred miles.
Wherever the silver curved sword passed, the ground froze, white frost spread, and all the flames formed by the previous battle were extinguished.
When the silver curved sword blade reached in front of Emperor Bei Yi, the sword light shone like the bright moon, full of murderous intent, and the breath of destruction and annihilation burst out from the sword light.
With a flash of cold light, fourteen states were destroyed.
clang!
The sword light slashed on the shell of Bei Yihuang, making a high-pitched sound. Bei Yihuang's body was chopped away, and a deep horizontal notch was cut on the second layer of the shell, and cracks spread around the notch.
"Why do you still use war poems? Why are there voices of all living things in the poems? Why..."
Before Bei Yihuang could finish his words, he saw Fang Yun take a step forward and actually waved his brush for the second time in the blink of an eye. Golden light fell again, and the golden Ning'an City formed was even more powerful. The frosty sword energy appeared again, took shape in an instant and slashed at Bei Yihuang's shell at a high speed.
Next, Emperor Bei Yi looked at Fang Yun in disbelief, because every step Fang Yun took was a battle poem, every stroke of his pen was a sword light.
The powerful scholar's war poems were fired continuously like a crossbow.
The sword flashed continuously.
The lightning summoned by Emperor Bei Yi before only destroyed the first layer of the Jin Guang Ning'an City that was strengthened by the Poetry of Righteousness. The subsequent Jin Guang Ning'an City was superimposed and strengthened at an incredible speed.
Wenying's poems are written in the style of Fang Yunshu, and every stroke of his sword brings peace and tranquility.
The sword flashed and broke through the air.
At this moment on the Hundred Coffins Island, there was continuous cold light and strange noises.
Emperor Bei Yi had completely become a sitting duck, with frosty sword energy falling on him one after another, leaving him with no way to avoid it.
He also tried to summon lightning to attack Fang Yun continuously, but Fang Yun's situation was already overwhelming. The golden light of Ning'an City had accumulated in too many layers, and the divine thunders were weaker than the last, and they could not do anything to Fang Yun.
Fang Yun walked forward step by step under the falling thunder, approaching Bei Yihuang step by step.
Frosty light shines in the void.
"Why... How could such a war poem appear? What is the use of the forbidden sacred tree..."
Emperor Bei Yi was in a state of panic and began to attack randomly while trying his best to resist.
However, the frosty sword energy was too strong, coupled with the blessing of Fang Yun's various literary minds, the power of Confucius Star, Demon Ancestor Star and Dragon Saint Star, and the withered power left by the Phantom Demon Fang Yun, the power of each sword was close to that of a new emperor.
Fang Yun no longer looked embarrassed, and the light in his eyes shone with the frosty sword energy.
Chanting about the ancients and praising the sages is one of the largest categories of poetry among mankind. Many poems were formed into war poems because of chanting the sages. However, these war poems all appeared after the death of those sages. Occasionally, semi-saints were chanted to form war poems, but they were never passed down.
A semi-saint of the human race once predicted that once a living sage is chanted and turns into a war poem, and it is a war poem that is handed down from generation to generation, then the sage being chanted will gain the favor of Wenquxing, and there will be no restrictions on the use of this poem.
No talent is needed, no vitality of heaven and earth is needed, no chanting is needed, no writing is needed, and no need to worry about the shock of talent after continuous use... The only limitation is the place where Wenquxing shines.
This is the highest gift from Wenquxing.
If that were all, the power of this poem would not be enough to resist the holy thunder of Emperor Beiyi.
The reason why there are shadows of scholars in the golden light and tranquility, and the reason why there are faint sounds of living beings forming faint power of living beings, is because of the vision formed by the Holy Xingwen Society.
Resonance among all beings.
This vision integrated all the poems in the Shengxing Literary Conference, greatly increasing the power of Fang Yun's war poem when he used it.
Moreover, this vision also endows the poem with an extra force of destiny, and the sacred literary mind is completed in one stroke.
From then on, all great scholars who used this poem could do it with just a stroke of their pen without having to spend any time writing.
Fang Yun recited a poem with every step he took, and his momentum continued to increase. After the golden light and tranquility accumulated to a certain level, the voices of the scholars reciting poems inside were deafening, full of piety and solemnity, as if Fang Yun had really become a semi-saint, as if Fang Yun had really become the god they worshipped.
The Shell Wing Emperor had no power to fight back, and when his holy power was exhausted, all his shells shattered.
With a flash of cold light, the frosty sword energy split Bei Yihuang's body into two.
"My true self will not forgive you!"
Bei Yihuang shouted loudly, and his body suddenly exploded, forming a rolling air wave that rushed in all directions.
A strong air wave fell outside the city of Jinguang Ning'an, causing it to dissipate layer by layer, but in the end dozens of layers were still left.
Fang Yun put down his pen, stood still, and then used all his strength to check Bei Yihuang's body and remaining power to prevent Bei Yihuang from resurrecting again.
After a long time, nothing happened.
Fang Yun knew that Emperor Bei Yi was finally dead.
"Huh..."
Fang Yun let out a long breath, slowly sat on Pingbu Qingyun, put away his tortoise armor combat body, and relaxed his body.
Fang Yun looked down at his body. His clothes had been burned to ashes and his skin was covered in blue and purple. Even eating so many Sheng Shen fruits could not heal the injuries. It showed how serious the injury was.
Now Fang Yun’s body shape is only maintained as it is, but in fact it may collapse at any time.
After eating so many raw fruits and suffering such a powerful attack, his body could not bear it at all, and he could only rely on medical books to keep his body functioning.
"Deal with the forbidden sacred tree first."
Fang Yun used the methods recorded by the human race and it took him two full hours to destroy the forbidden sacred tree and reabsorb the vital energy of heaven and earth.
Fang Yun looked at the medicinal garden where the Holy Body Fruit grew. Only by taking the Holy Body Fruit could his body recover now. If he delayed for too long, he might develop a chronic illness. Even a Half-Saint might not be able to help him. At least a Sub-Saint would be needed.
"Next, we need to find a way to get the medicine."
Fang Yun sat on Pingbu Qingyun and flew slowly towards the center of the medicine garden.
Along the way, Fang Yun looked at the one hundred giant coffins vigilantly. The coffin lids had been closed, and it seemed that there would be no danger at the moment.