The Zubao embryo lost control and fell to the ground like a big rock.
At the same time, a True Blood Holy Throne appeared out of thin air, with a translucent Gu Xu sitting on it.
Gu Xu is resurrected.
The True Blood Holy Throne slowly rose, and a red vortex appeared in the sky, forming a powerful suction force, pulling the True Blood Holy Throne.
As soon as Fang Yun opened his mouth, the True Dragon Holy Sword flew out.
On the hilt of the True Dragon Holy Sword, there was actually a broken Time Compass.
On the time-compassing car sat a translucent old man. The old man was extremely tall and strong, even stronger than Fang Yun. His head was different from that of an ordinary person, with one part protruding and the other part sunken, his eyes were extremely long, and his cheekbones were slightly high.
It is such an old man who is not handsome in appearance, standing on the time compass car, but has an indescribable temperament.
At first glance, this person is as gentle as jade, like a modest gentleman, extremely kind, and makes people feel close to him. However, if you look closely, you will find that this person is like a towering mountain that people can only look up to, and like a vast ocean that makes people feel awe.
The old man stood casually in the car. Although he did not release any power, he seemed to have taken away all the light in the world. Even Fang Yun's aura disappeared without a trace, just like the student behind the old man.
The old man pointed forward and a torrent of time flew out from his hand, creating a chaotic hole in time and space.
The True Dragon Holy Sword carried the Time Compass Carriage and the translucent old man into the time and space chaos cave.
The moment Ao Zhou saw the old man, he was so scared that he covered his head with his claws. In the past, he was beaten to a pulp by the old man, and in the end he pretended to be a grandson and knelt down to beg for mercy to keep his position as the Lord of the Yangtze River.
The power within the Kunlun Sword Formation stopped, but it was still pitch black.
The True Blood Holy Throne was completely unaffected by the Kunlun Sword Formation. It flew high into the sky and quickly flew away from the Kunlun Sword Formation.
Above the Kunlun Sword Formation, Gu Xu sat on the True Blood Holy Throne, looking down at Fang Yun in the Holy Dao Study with a smile of victory.
He opened his mouth and said, "Fang Yun, you can't kill me after all."
He had no power, no voice, and no holy thoughts at this time, but just by looking at his lip movements, Fang Yun knew what he was saying.
Fang Yun looked at Gu Xu, and said with deep emotion: "The matter between you and me is over today. Soon, I will travel around the world to get some things back. But, I feel a little melancholy in my heart."
Gu Xu on the True Blood Holy Throne laughed loudly and said, "How can the matter between you and me be settled! When I return to the demon world and reshape my holy body, I will stay indoors and attack the Holy Ancestor! Once I seal the ancestor, I will dominate all realms and destroy your entire clan!"
Fang Yun shook his head slightly and said, "You can be considered a hero among the monsters, but you will never understand why our human race can rise so quickly and why we can threaten the monster race in such a short time."
"Oh, then tell me, why can your human race rise so quickly?" Gu Xu asked with a smile.
"Because we have already determined the outcome before we take action." Fang Yun looked at Gu Xu without any emotion in his eyes.
At this moment, Fang Yun's eyes overlapped with the eyes of billions of human beings.
Gu Xu laughed loudly, pointed at Fang Yun and said, "Do you know what I like most about you? To use the words of your race, a dead duck is still stubborn..."
Before Gu Xu finished speaking, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and then slowly lowered his head to look.
His body began to slowly dissipate from his feet. When it dissipated to his knees, Gu Xu slowly raised his head and looked at Fang Yun.
"How did you do it?" Gu Xu's eyes were full of disbelief.
At this moment, the blood-red vortex in the sky suddenly spun rapidly, forming a huge suction force, as if it was going to suck away the entire Falling Star Sea.
However, the will of Dragon City descended and suppressed the bloody vortex.
Fang Yun said calmly: "When you used the True Blood Holy Throne to revive, you were already dead."
After a few breaths, the energy below Gu Xu's chest had dissipated. He suddenly widened his eyes and roared like thunder.
"Cut me down!"
At this time, a black space-time chaos appeared in front of Fang Yun again, and the True Dragon Holy Sword with slight scratches on its surface returned.
The Time Guide Car and the old man all disappeared.
Fang Yun opened his mouth, swallowed the True Dragon Holy Sword, and then looked up at Gu Xu.
"On the road to the underworld, there are many saints accompanying you and the demons buried with you. I'm sure Brother Guxu won't be lonely." Fang Yun took out the wine bottle again and filled it with wine.
Gu Xu had already dissipated below his neck.
Gu Xu looked at the bloody vortex in the sky.
"I, Gu Xu, have never let down the demon world in my life."
Gu Xu lowered his head and looked at Fang Yun, his eyes full of warmth.
"See you in the next life, and have another fight!"
Gu Xu closed his eyes.
Crystal clear tears fell from both places.
The ancient void completely disappeared between heaven and earth.
Two drops of tears slowly fell and disappeared in the sea of falling stars.
Fang Yun raised the glass with his right hand and waved it gently. The wine spilled and turned into brilliant magma flames, scattering in all directions.
Fang Yun stretched out his hand and a glass of wine slid along the desk and landed in front of Ao Zhou.
Ao Zhou was flattered. He kowtowed three times and said, "Thank you, Thunder Ancestor, for the wine."
Then, he raised the cup with both hands, toasted to Fang Yunxu, and drank it in one gulp.
“Huh…” Ao Zhou’s whole body was burning with fire, but he had an expression of extreme bliss.
At this time, Fang Yun's right index finger tapped the desk for the fourth time.
Ao Zhou was so frightened that his body trembled, and he shrank on the table again, muttering quietly: "The human race is so cruel."
Yan Gui nodded vigorously.
Shengyuan Continent, Qing Kingdom.
The four-colored flying swords from the sky broke through the void and descended upon the Old Peach Mountain, overlapping with the original four True Dragon Holy Swords to form a new four magic swords that blocked the Old Peach Mountain.
The capital of Qing Kingdom, the Golden Palace.
After receiving the news, Qing Jun, who was sitting on the dragon throne, wailed in his heart. Fang Yun’s revenge has been going on from morning to night. Will it ever end
All the civil and military officials of Qing State in the Golden Palace received the news and were terrified.
Before Fang Yun was canonized, 90% of the officials in Qing State were fierce advocates of war. Each of them seemed to be able to punch a false saint and kick a literary giant, and they couldn't wait to send troops to attack Jing State.
However, after Fang Yun was canonized, even officials whose family members died because of Fang Yun remained silent and dared not say a single disrespectful word.
Even the head of the Zong family, Zong Ganyu, was frightened to the point of having a stroke by Fang Yun, the leader of the semi-saints. But he was the dignified Wen Zong, so who dared to say anything
What's more, Fang Yun, who had grown from a fierce boy to a literary giant, never bowed his head from beginning to end. He stepped on Liu Zizhi's head, treaded on the road to fame step by step, and was finally canonized as a saint.
To put it bluntly, Fang Yun can kill anyone he wants now!
No one from the human race has ever been able to fight against a semi-saint and survive, never.
"Ahem..."
Qingjun suddenly picked up a handkerchief, covered his mouth and started coughing violently. The palace maid came to help but was pushed away by him.
After coughing for a long time, Qing Jun glanced at his ministers with bloodshot eyes.
Even the most loyal minister to him lowered his head at this moment.
Qing Jun looked at his ministers with sadness in his eyes. What made him even sadder was that he should be angry at this time, but he didn't feel even a little anger in his heart.
His heart was filled with fear and there was no room for anything else.
After a long while, Qing Jun took a deep breath, a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, and he slowly said: "Old Peach Mountain is blocked by the sword formation, which concerns the dignity of our Qing Kingdom. What do you think, my dear ministers?"
The huge Golden Palace was filled with all kinds of scholars, from juren to great Confucian scholars, but no one spoke a word in response.
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