This war poem has the blessing of Hongxiu Tianxiang, which means that this poem is actually equivalent to being uttered by the semi-saint incarnation of the human race himself.
The saints took a closer look and found that, as expected, there was an extra layer of precious light on the page of poetry, the light of holy energy.
What surprised the saints was that an endless amount of holy energy flew out from Fang Yun and entered the poem pages, far exceeding the holy energy that a normal semi-saint incarnation could mobilize.
The Lord of Plague immediately guessed that the holy energy that Fang Yun obtained in the Holy Burial Valley had not dissipated.
The incarnations of saints looked at the golden holy page in front of Fang Yun in disbelief.
The war poems of the great scholars of the four realms are already equivalent to the war poems of the semi-saint incarnation. Now with the addition of holy energy and light, the power is almost doubled.
However, this does not take into account the power of more than thirty kinds of precious light!
More than thirty kinds of precious lights mean that the power of war poems is more than tripled!
This does not include the power contained in the Four Wonders of the Study and various other powers.
In other words, the power of the war poem released by any semi-saint incarnation of the human race here would be less than one-tenth of that of this poem.
"Not good! Attack with all your strength!"
As soon as the Lord of Plague finished speaking, the incarnations of the saints saw an unbelievable scene before they could attack with all their strength.
The five pages of poetry merged into one and then burned in mid-air.
Behind Fang Yun, a human figure first appeared, like a saint or a god, like a dream or illusion.
Then, a giant a hundred feet tall appeared in each of the four directions of Fang Yun: southeast, northwest, and northeast.
This is the power of being surrounded on all sides.
The giant wore a nine-tassel flat crown on his head, wore a dark yellow robe, held the emperor's sword in his hand, had a solemn face and a stern look. The heaven and earth were reflected in his eyes, as if only the myriad worlds could enter his eyes, and even the incarnations of the demon saints were nothing more than chickens and dogs.
Everyone felt the giant's deep-seated contempt for them.
A sound of gold and jade clashing was heard.
The faces of the saints incarnate changed drastically.
It turned out that each giant statue of Qin Shihuang was divided into ten!
Forty giant statues of Qin Shihuang stand suspended in the air.
The ancient demon war spirits and demon incarnations that besieged Fang Yun felt suffocated, because each giant Qin Shi Huang was filled with holy energy and its strength was equivalent to that of a semi-saint incarnation.
But this is just the beginning.
Wenxin used his old tricks again.
Then forty giant statues of Qin Shihuang flashed by, became blurry, and then quickly became clear.
Next to every giant Qin Shihuang, there is another giant Qin Shihuang!
Then, Fang Yun placed the pen in his hand on top of Zixia's pen and pointed forward.
The four wonders of the study resonate.
Eighty more giant statues of Qin Shi Huang were added to the sea!
A total of 160 giant statues of Qin Shihuang stand in the sea.
All the ancient demon fighting spirits and semi-saint incarnations have stopped attacking.
When there were eighty giant statues of Qin Shi Huang before, they still had the confidence to fight. After all, the war poems were dead, they were alive, and their number was even greater than the giant Qin Shi Huang.
But now, with one hundred and sixty giant statues of Qin Shi Huang in front of them, they hesitated.
Many semi-saint incarnations looked at the Lord of Plague.
The Lord of Plague gritted his teeth and was about to give the order to take action, but he was stunned.
These 160 giant statues of Qin Shihuang are just the beginning.
Around each giant statue of Qin Shihuang, there was a translucent city, and each city was more than ten miles in radius.
Xianyang, the capital of Qin.
As a result, the waters around Fang Yun have overlapped with hundreds of layers of translucent Xianyang City.
In every Xianyang city, twelve giant golden men made of metal appeared. Each of them was as tall as a giant Qin Shihuang, and the aura of each golden man was comparable to that of a peak emperor.
There are one hundred and sixty Xianyang cities, and there are twelve golden men in each city, for a total of one thousand nine hundred and twenty!
It is unknown how many years the ancient demon fighting spirits in the Sea of Sin have been accumulated. Deducting those that were swallowed by Fang Yun’s Sin Turtle and those that died in battle and were resurrected in the distance, and deducting those that have not arrived yet, the total number of emperor ancient demon fighting spirits on the scene is less than 1,920 emperors!
With the addition of the Ancient Corpse King who moved the Gate of Conquest, the two sides now have equal military strength.
However, the power of the five consecutive ancient war poems from the four realms is not limited to this.
With the majestic Qin Shi Huang, the twelve golden men, and all the princes coming west!
Then, hundreds of miles away, one hundred and sixty upright black whirlpools appeared, and these whirlpools were located in all directions.
The water tribe, ancient monsters and the semi-saint incarnations of the monsters looked over hurriedly and were stunned.
They originally thought that those whirlpools would contain human warriors and generals, or at worst ancient corpses, but that was not the case.
It is the fighting spirit of the water tribe, it is the fighting spirit of the ancient monster!
Moreover, there are real dragon fighting spirits and ancient demon fighting spirits from the Hundred Emperors Tribe!
The aquatic creatures, ancient monsters, and semi-saint incarnations of demons and barbarians at the scene were all stunned, as if they were in a dream.
"We... are surrounded by war spirits?" The Lord of Plague muttered to himself.
"Those more than a hundred cities can be considered a country, right?"
Fang Yun was also stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the 160 whirlpool fighting souls were the fighting souls of the Dragon Soul Battlefield that he discovered in the Holy Burial Valley. They were sucked away by the mysterious animal skin, and he didn't expect that they would appear in this way.
Fang Yun raised his right arm and dropped it heavily.
"Lord of Plague, goodbye."
As Fang Yun's order was given, the entire ocean boiled.
Countless fighting spirits emerged from one hundred and sixty whirlpools, surrounding and killing all enemies they saw.
One thousand nine hundred and twenty golden men were like crazy giants, rampaging in the sea and specifically attacking the semi-saint incarnations.
As for the 160 giant statues of Qin Shihuang, they were still arrogant and waved the Emperor's Sword nonchalantly.
One sword swept across thirty miles.
That’s one hundred and sixty golden emperor’s sword blades at a time!
The giant Qin Shi Huangs were constantly swinging their swords.
After a few breaths, the battlefield was filled with golden sword blades flying all over the sky. Wherever they passed, the semi-saint incarnations would be killed.
Within ten breaths, all the ancient demon fighting spirits were killed.
completely annihilated!
Only the semi-saint incarnations are persisting.
Another ten breaths passed, and except for a few semi-saint incarnations who still had their bodies alive, the rest of the semi-saint incarnations were all dead!
The aquatic creatures in the Sin Sea City looked at the battle in front of them in a daze, or rather the one-sided slaughter, and only then realized that the strength of Wen Xing Long Jue Fang Yun was completely unreasonable.
There have been countless ancient monster heroes and countless geniuses among the aquatic tribes in history, but no one has ever accomplished a feat as great as Fang Yun.
It's more than just one person defeating a hundred, it's simply one person defeating ten thousand troops and one person destroying ten thousand nations!
The swordfishes of the Qiqing family trembled slightly. It turned out that this Wenxing Longjue had been very, very restrained in the Sin Sea City.
It turns out that this Wen Xing Long Jue really doesn't need the protection of Sin Sea City.
Hundreds of Xianyang cities were stacked on top of each other, and more than a hundred giant Qin Shihuangs and nearly two thousand golden men stood behind Fang Yun.
One person is like a country.
At this moment, Fang Yun swept the world and swung his sword to cut through the clouds!
Fang Yun stood in the sea, watching and smiling.
All that was left of the Lord of Plague was a huge snake head, wrapped in countless sin turtle chains and having lost all its power.
He looked at the messy battlefield with lifeless eyes, muttering to himself: "Impossible, how could we lose to you alone! You are just an emperor! You can kill hundreds of saint incarnations with one person, doesn't that mean that all of us saint incarnations are trash? If the semi-saint deity doesn't come out, won't you be invincible in the world?"
After saying this, the Lord of Plague suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with endless resentment.
"Fang Yun, if you dare to kill the incarnations of the Hundred Saints, the entire demon world will not let you go! They will never let you go! Today, you have made the saints of the demon world suffer unprecedented humiliation. If you don't die, the demon world will become the shame of all the worlds! Only by killing you can we wash away our shame!"