They would not give up food, it had never happened before.
So, one end of the Dark Night White Demon was connected to the Hundred-Winged Turtle Dragon, and the other end was stuck to the Primordial World-Destroying Dragon.
The Primordial World-Destroying Dragon only uttered a loud and violent curse before being completely frozen in place, unable to move.
The Primordial World-Destroying Dragon is not as big as the Hundred-Winged Turtle Dragon.
The Night White Demons swallowed the Great Ancestor of the Great Beginning World-Destroying Dragon in two or three bites. They felt a strong hunger in their hearts and looked around as if stimulated by something. The three Holy Ancestors of the Imperial Clan were clearly very close, but the Night White Demons seemed to be unable to see them.
The three holy ancestors of the imperial clan kept moving in small movements while looking at the White Demon of the Night vigilantly.
After all, there have always been cases of the Holy Ancestor being eaten by the White Demons of the Dark Night, so they dare not take it lightly. At the same time, they are still thinking about it.
How did the teacher do it
When Fang Yun saw the White Demon of Night, he thought it seemed like he had whetted his appetite. He had an idea and sent a message to the three holy ancestors.
"Three Saints, do you dare to play a big game?"
"What's so big?" The three Saint Ancestors looked at Fang Yun together, while their bodies slowly drew circles in the air, never stopping.
"Take me into the vacuum, but there must be at least one saint ancestor to protect me with all his strength!" The light in Fang Yun's eyes was brighter than the dawn sky.
The three holy ancestors looked at each other, then looked at Fang Yun, the most courageous and fearless child in the history of the universe, and suddenly they all smiled.
"If you're not afraid, what should we be afraid of?"
Then, three holy ancestors, all wrapped in jade armor, flew straight into the ancestral temple.
Like three little giants, they surrounded Fang Yun.
However, the three holy ancestors still did not dare to stop and continued to move behind Fang Yun.
"You...are standing there motionless?"
The three Holy Ancestors only then discovered this, and there was even a hint of fear in their eyes.
It's not that the three holy ancestors are afraid of the White Demon of the Dark Night, but they have been raised with stories about the White Demon of the Dark Night's power and terror. It has become a truth that they cannot stop in front of the White Demon of the Dark Night.
Fang Yun is the only one who broke this truth.
Fang Yun then realized that he had forgotten to walk, but he also knew that as long as there was faith in all living beings, he was not afraid of the White Devil of the Night.
"Senior Baiyi, do you still want to continue your revenge?"
"think!"
"Charge into the chaotic vacuum, and let's kill the Primordial World-Destroying Dragon together!" Fang Yun shouted.
"good!"
The Hundred-Winged Turtle Dragon's eyes were red, and it seemed not to be afraid of the many Night White Demons clinging to its body, and it rushed straight forward.
Without any external force blocking it, the Hundred-Winged Turtle Dragon's body would turn into light and it would soon enter the chaotic vacuum.
Fang Yun instinctively closed his eyes and tried to dodge, but then he felt a big hand falling on his shoulder.
In an instant, Fang Yun felt a sun rising in his body. His power was endless, as if he was controlling the entire world.
However, Fang Yun also felt that there seemed to be billions of identical suns gathered behind him, and that was the real imperial clan.
"Huh… "
The Holy Ancestor, who placed his hand on Fang Yun's shoulder, let out a light "exclamation" and then stopped talking.
Fang Yun realized that the chaotic vacuum would not harm him now, and was about to concentrate his energy to look, but suddenly stopped.
The Saint Ancestor's slight exclamation was like a signal. Why did he feel strange after being touched? Was he being stopped from spying on his secrets
Fang Yun thought about it and gave up watching with his eyes. Instead, he released his holy thoughts to try to sense the situation outside.
However, before the holy thought could leave the body, it was pressed back by the holy ancestor with enormous force.
"Don't use your divine thoughts rashly. The power of the Chaos Void and the Saint Ancestors is enough to kill you."
This time, Fang Yun sensed that this person should be the Emperor Source among the Saint Ancestors, possessing the ocean and stars, and his voice was softer, crisper, and more feminine.
Fang Yun nodded, indicating that he understood, and then said: "Then please command Senior Baiyi to cooperate with the Saint Ancestors to kill the Taichu Destroying World Dragon!"
"Do not worry."
Fang Yun didn't dare to release his spiritual thoughts, so he could only close his eyes and conduct pure sensing.
Fang Yun felt his body was hot and powerful force was flowing in his body. Although these forces did not belong to him, they were slowly changing his body, and it was a qualitative change.
The bodies of the Imperial Clan were far inferior to those of most of the Primordial Clans, but they eventually cultivated to become as powerful as the Primordial Clans, which meant that their cultivation methods were extraordinary.
This kind of thing is harmful rather than beneficial to the imperial family or other ethnic groups, because when they grow to a certain level, these forces may become obstacles.
However, the human race does not attach much importance to body training. No matter what method is used to strengthen the body, it will not affect the fundamental strength of the human race.
Fang Yun sensed that the great power of Emperor Yuan's ancestor was isolated from outside by his own Wen Palace.
However, Wengong Panlong was secretly absorbing the power of Emperor Yuan in a treacherous way.
Those powers are insignificant to Emperor Yuan, perhaps even less than one ten-thousandth of a casual attack. However, to Wengong Panlong, the power absorbed in each breath is equivalent to the full holy power of a semi-saint!
Fang Yun felt warm all over. At the same time, he keenly sensed that there seemed to be endless power attacking him from outside. The word "raging waves" was not enough to describe it. It was as if the entire universe was attacking him. This made Fang Yun more clearly aware of the horror of the Holy Ancestor.
Fortunately, such a powerful force was blocked by Emperor Yuan's power.
Then, Fang Yun discovered a big problem.
His own holy thoughts were completely pushed aside by the literary advisor!
Fang Yun did not panic, but entered the Wen Palace to observe. After just one look, he was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.
Wendan unexpectedly became flawless. Although he was not at the fourth realm, he had completely reached the fourth realm. It was no longer just the power of Wendan that reached the fourth realm.
Fang Yun had already learned the knowledge of being a literary advisor in the Holy Academy. After entering the fourth realm, a literary advisor will encounter a huge obstacle, that is, he has no literary advisor.
Eliminate all past power, traces, spirit, ideas, etc. that are related to Wen Tan, and allow Wen Tan to grow in an absolutely pure state. Even if it is only for a moment to enter the state of Wen Tan's emptiness, it can cause a qualitative change in Wen Tan.
However, Wen Dan has experienced too much. The more powerful the human race is, the more resolute their will is, and the more thorough the fusion of spiritual thoughts and Wen Dan is, so it is difficult to leave Wen Dan empty-handed.
Chaos vacuum can exclude everything!
The saints have also thought about the chaotic vacuum, but not to mention them, even Saint Kong, at his strongest moment before his death, needed the help of a treasure to break through the vacuum and form a chaotic vacuum.
What's more, except for the Holy Ancestor, any powerful sage would be killed instantly if he entered the chaotic vacuum.
Therefore, all the saints who have entered the four realms of Wendan throughout the ages have relied entirely on their powerful realms to practice by chance. They may not be able to enter the Wendankong realm once a year, and even if they enter once, it will be over in an instant.
Up to now, the human race is still blank in the cultivation of the four realms of literary talent. No saint has the correct cultivation method, not even the basic method.
The saints have calculated that even if one could enter the Wendankongwu realm for a moment every year, it would still take hundreds of millions of years to advance to the fifth realm.
Therefore, Fang Yun, like all the saints, did not expect to be promoted to the fifth level of literary talent.
Now, Fang Yun has been in a chaotic vacuum state for a long time, and Wen Dan has entered a long state of nothingness and grown rapidly.
One breath is equivalent to hundreds of moments. In other words, so far, Fang Yun is already equivalent to a semi-saint who has practiced for tens of thousands of years.