Only after seeing Fang Yun clearly did Gu Xu see the white light clearly.
It was a giant statue of Fang Yun made up of pure white holy light, sitting cross-legged in the starry sky, with clear facial features and eyes closed.
The Holy Light Fangyun did not look very big, only about a dozen stories high, but if you continue to look at it, you will find that it is getting bigger and bigger until it covers the entire world.
Shengguang Fang Yun was clearly meditating with his eyes closed, but in Guxu's perception, he could see the whole world and knew everything.
The powerful Ten Directions Sinking just now was resolved by this Holy Light.
Gu Xu had never seen this kind of holy light human race with his own eyes, but he had seen it in the classics and divine images of the demon world.
The holy thoughts of Confucius and the second sage of the human race in those days were like this.
However, even when Confucius was dominating the demon world, the giant statue of holy thoughts was somewhat transparent. But now Fang Yun’s holy thoughts were not only not transparent, but extremely thick.
It seems to be composed of milk.
The holy thoughts seemed to have a great power to help those in distress and to calm chaos. Wherever the holy thoughts were, the whole world was at peace.
Gu Xu found that the entire space became sticky.
Extremely tiny ripples, centered on the Holy Thoughts and Movements, spread out in all directions, covering billions of miles.
Seal the ten directions.
The power of the Great Sage!
Gu Xu took a breath of cold air, because this was the second time Fang Yun displayed the power of his original body. Before, he had moved space, and now he had the more powerful ability to seal the ten directions.
In the Sealed Ten Directions, no one below the Great Sage can use any power related to space.
Even if one is a great sage, unless he has the great power to seal off the ten directions, all his spatial abilities will be sealed.
Gu Xu looked at Fang Yun in disbelief. The human race was different from the monsters.
The power of the demon saints is mainly inherited through blood and then by luck.
The great power of the human race is mainly due to its own abilities.
If you don't have enough ability, no matter how lucky you are, you won't be able to gain great power.
Gu Xu couldn't understand why Fang Yun obtained two great spatial powers just after being canonized as a saint, and they were the powers of a great saint
Fang Yun understood Gu Xu’s doubts at a glance, smiled indifferently, and did not explain.
After going back to the ancient times, experiencing the battles among the ancestors, and practicing in the chaotic vacuum for a long time, Fang Yun's understanding of the power of space has far surpassed all the great saints in the world.
"Why hasn't your breath decreased at all?" Gu Xu looked at Fang Yun, his voice filled with unconcealable loss.
Now he has completely become an ordinary semi-saint.
Fang Yun walked towards Guxu step by step, one step covering a hundred miles, and the space shifted.
In the back, the Shengdao Study had been completely destroyed, but the stationery items were still there, though most of them had cracks.
Ao Zhou stood cautiously on the desk, staring blankly at Fang Yun.
He saw everything that had just happened, but he couldn't understand it.
Seeing Fang Yun didn't say anything, Gu Xu decided that he despised him and sneered, "Don't try to hold on. Even if it's you, after going through a big battle, it's impossible to stay in peak condition. You can't kill me now! You can't even imagine my treasures!"
After Gu Xu finished speaking, he raised his head proudly, divine light shot up into the sky behind him, and six semi-saint treasures flew out.
A semi-holy giant hammer and a semi-holy giant axe.
There was a semi-holy copper bottle on his head and a semi-holy shield in front of him. His body was covered with scale-armored holy armor, and the surface was surrounded by strands of white silk threads formed by semi-holy treasures, forming a transparent cocoon of light that completely surrounded him.
With these six semi-saint treasures alone, Gu Xu could kill an ordinary semi-saint even if his saint power was exhausted.
"good."
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he suddenly threw a small meteor at Gu Xu.
Gu Xu dodged quickly.
The small meteor split into ten, and ten suns crushed the space, rushed forward, and hit Gu Xu directly.
Under the great power of sealing the ten directions, Gu Xu had no way of avoiding such a huge sun. He could only roar and control the semi-saint treasure to attack the sun.
Without the power of Emperor Ting's true blood, a sun of this level is only similar to an ordinary sun. It is a threat to an ordinary semi-saint, but it is nothing to Gu Xu.
Fang Yun took back the small meteor and threw it out again.
Twenty suns flew away.
Then, forty suns, eighty suns, and then, one hundred and sixty suns!
Three hundred and ten suns emitted vast heat, hitting Guxu and enveloping Guxu.
Gu Xu didn't dare to defend at all. He couldn't withstand the power of more than three hundred suns exploding at the same time. He could only take the initiative to attack, and one sun after another exploded.
Every time a sun explodes, it will emit a powerful holy flame that will impact Gu Xu.
Gu Xu was in great pain, but he could only grit his teeth and persevere.
Fang Yun looked at the dim little meteor, put it away, and then took out one study tool after another from the literary world.
Pen holder, pen wash, desk, pen holder, chair, etc.
After taking out a complete set, the light blue translucent Holy Dao Study appeared again.
Ao Zhou in the distance released his holy thoughts and flew into the new Holy Dao study with intact stationery such as the inkstone turtle and holy pages. He honestly restored his three-foot body and lay on the desk to pack the stationery.
Ao Zhou felt that his brain had become rigid. Where did Fang Yun get so many holy stationery
When Fang Yun was in Shengyuan Continent, he gained countless things. The gifts from others, the spoils of war and his own collection could make up hundreds of sets.
And everything has experienced the baptism of time.
Fang Yun sat on the table again, spread out the holy page, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, looked at the sun in front of him that was constantly hitting Gu Xu, but did not write.
After a long while, Gu Xu finally defeated the last sun exhaustedly. His body was also pushed back by the force of the sun's explosion, and he kept somersaulting. He could no longer keep his balance and was swaying.
The surfaces of his two semi-holy weapons were already pitted and the four defensive holy treasures were also broken.
“Huff, huff, huff…”
Gu Xu was actually breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, and the wounds all over his body were healing at an extremely slow pace.
"You... can't kill me."
Gu Xu bent his waist and hunched his back, but his eyes were fixed on Fang Yun, with unyielding spirit in them.
Fang Yun ignored Gu Xu's anger and said, "I traveled around the ancient times and observed the true body of Kunlun. I came up with a poem with a magnificent atmosphere that is beyond the reach of the heavens. Once this poem came out, it was known across the three realms, surpassing all the ancient and modern times, and it deserves to be the number one holy war poem in the myriad realms. Today is the first time I have completed a poem, and I am sending it off for you, so that you will not be alone on your way to the underworld."
Gu Xu smiled coldly and said, "Do you think that because I am not good at writing, I know nothing about human poetry? I have read all the human poetry, including the holy war poems. The semi-saints of your race have always valued classics over poetry, and war poems have only become popular in recent decades. Although their holy war poems are good, they are just embellishments. What's more, holy war poems are different from ordinary war poems. The requirements for writing poems are extremely strict, so there is no holy war poem handed down by the human race. You have just been canonized. What makes you write a holy war poem and claim to be the best in the world? If there is really a holy war poem that is the best in the world, I will die without regrets!"
Fang Yun said, "Dying without regrets? I had some regrets about killing the number one genius in the demon world. Since you have no regrets, that helps me put an end to my worries."
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