As the ten tentacles stabbed forward, they grew longer and thicker rapidly. When they reached Fang Yun, the ten tentacles stuck together, like a giant tree with a diameter of over a hundred feet, smashing down with a loud bang.
However, Fang Yun did not use his previous exquisite fighting skills to target other emperors, but stood still and immediately focused on his family, country and the world, while doing three things at once.
He wrote "Fu of Three Capitals" out of thin air with a stroke of genius, recited "Fu of Three Capitals" fluently, and wrote "Fu of Three Capitals" by talking about it on paper.
Due to the influence of the holy power that was completed in one go and in one stroke, the three defensive war poems by the greatest scholar of the human race were formed almost at the same time.
Just above Fang Yun, he saw the capitals of the three kingdoms, Weidu, Shudu and Wudu, stacked up in layers. There were not nine layers of protective forces, but eighteen layers.
The power of Wenxin's old tricks was activated, and each war poem became an additional war poem with a power equivalent to 90% of the original war poem.
The Eighteen-story Capital City is majestic and recreates the prosperous atmosphere of the three capitals during the Three Kingdoms period. The city is bustling with traffic, and thousands of troops guard the city walls, with the country's destiny booming.
Eighteen translucent capitals were stacked in the air, like a huge crown, crowning Fang Yun.
Fang Yun stood alone, like the emperor of a sea of sin.
The palace gates of the Nine Heavens are opened, and people from all nations dress in formal attire and pay homage to the crown.
"boom!"
Ten tentacles were heavily pierced on the crown of the eighteen-layered capital.
The Eighteen-story capital city was shaken, a large amount of sea water was surging in all directions, the seabed sank, and the sea sand rose.
After Wu Tang retracted his tentacles, he was stunned.
Because, in the eighteen-story capital, not a single tile or brick is left.
With the support of various cultural minds and various powers, the defense capabilities of the capitals of the Eighteen Cities far exceed the first realm, and have even exceeded the second realm, infinitely close to the third realm.
"Human poetry is so powerful?" Wu Tang couldn't imagine it, as he was the incarnation of the holy fighting spirit.
Fang Yun looked at Wu Tang calmly and said, "You, the Dark Squid Clan, are most proud of your ability to regenerate infinitely. Even if you are chopped into meat paste, you may be completely resurrected, which is countless times more powerful than ordinary flesh and blood regeneration. However, you forgot one thing. You are now a soul body. Without flesh and blood, you have lost the ability to regenerate infinitely. So, when I saw you, I was not surprised, but puzzled. Who gave you such courage to face me?"
After Fang Yun finished speaking, the Sand Boat under his feet accelerated suddenly, the waves roared behind him, and the Ancient Sword of Sin in front of him was like a giant blood-red blade, slashing towards Wu Tang.
Various kinds of jade appeared behind Fang Yun, including the Glacier Horse, the Qingfeng Sword, the Zhanxue Sword, etc., and he continuously released powerful war poems to launch attacks.
At the same time, Fang Yun held the Zixia pen in his right hand and waved it continuously. Frosty sword lights split the sea and flew towards Wu Tang one after another.
Fang Yun's lips opened and closed, and his eloquence and eloquence constantly transformed the great scholar's war poem into various attacking forces, including the blade of the sky, meteorites flying all over the sky, endless mountains, and endless tsunamis...
In just a few breaths, Wu Tang was surrounded by the brilliance of Fang Yun's war poems.
"Foolish human race, how can you know the power of a semi-saint! Dark Saint Realm!"
Wu Tang's voice was heard in the bright light, and then endless ink gushed out from where Wu Tang was.
The powerful ink instantly polluted hundreds of miles of ocean and continued to spread at a speed exceeding three rings, soon covering an area of a thousand miles.
Not far away, there was a fighting spirit in the dark waters, and its body immediately lost contact with the outside world. It could not see or hear anything, and even its mind could not leave its body, as if it was blocked by a thick wall. The most terrifying thing was that the Dark Saint Realm was full of poison. The emperor's fighting spirit could only last for dozens of breaths, but anyone below the emperor would die if they were touched.
The release of the power of the holy world means that the incarnation of the semi-saint has the confidence to defeat all living beings below the semi-saint level.
Fang Yun stood in the pitch-black holy world. The powerful holy power rippled in the sea, constantly eroding the eighteen-layer capital.
The eighteen capitals were seen slowly crumbling and peeling off from the outside to the inside, silently, like burnt white paper leaving only black ash, which would dissipate with the wind if blown gently.
"Fang Yun, you may be the best among the emperors and a genius among the human race, but in the eyes of the saints, you are just a corpse! You underestimated the saints! When the war poem above your head disappeared, you...ah..."
In the dark sea not far away, Wu Tang suddenly let out a scream, and saw the Ancient Sword of Sin cutting off one of his arms and legs, and at the same time slashing around, completely destroying his arms and legs.
Wu Tang only had nine tentacles left.
"This is impossible!" Wu Tang was furious. He stretched out his tentacles again to catch the Ancient Sword of Sin, but the Ancient Sword of Sin flew back to Fang Yun like a nimble fish.
Wu Tang screamed, "How could you control your tongue sword? In my dark holy world, I block your vision and hearing. The reason you can hear my words is because I want you to hear them. At the same time, I can also block your divine thoughts and prevent them from being released! Why can you still control your tongue sword to sneak attack the semi-saint! What treasure did you use!"
Fang Yun smiled slightly, rushed straight to Wu Tang, and said: "If it is your real body that descends, the Dark Holy Realm released can indeed easily block my divine thoughts, but this level of power is simply a sieve with air leaking everywhere in my eyes."
Wu Tang sensed it carefully and said in surprise: "Why is your divine consciousness so powerful! Why is it so concentrated! It is like a sharp blade that penetrates my dark holy world! This kind of divine consciousness can only appear in the legendary Sea Fishing Man... I remember that the outside world rumored that you learned the sea fishing technique from the Void Devourer! But this is impossible. How many days have passed? Less than a month, how could you learn such a holy secret method? You must have some big secret, and from today on, it belongs to me!"
Wu Tang's nine tentacles were raised high and quickly became thicker and bigger. The tips of the tentacles quickly expanded and swelled, and finally condensed into a thousand-foot-long hammer, smashing towards Fang Yun.
This time, Fang Yun did not resist head-on, but quickly dodged to the right while continuing to attack Wu Tang.
"No! Why can you see me? Your divine consciousness is clearly condensed into a line, and can only control the tongue sword. Why can you see me and my attack from above?"
Fang Yun's eyes sparkled with tears as he said, "I'm sorry, but in my opinion, your Dark Holy Realm is nothing but garbage!"
While Fang Yun was speaking, war poems flew out like a string of cannonballs.
Thanks to the continuous strengthening of his literary mind and war poems such as "Adding insult to injury", "Expanding territory", "A world so near", "As steady as a mountain", etc., Fang Yun's power far exceeds that of the period of the Five Realms Great Confucian.
Rays of poetic light shot through the water and continuously fell on Wu Tang's huge body.
Since Fang Yun's war poems contain a force of decay, once it touches Wu Tang's body, it will inevitably cause irresistible damage to it.
I saw small pits appearing one after another on Wu Tang's huge tentacles, and white smoke was coming out.
The power of decay continues to corrode its body.