A large number of demon commanders and generals who knew magic rushed forward, while the demon soldiers continued to stay where they were.
Fang Yun stood still, looking at Nie Xiaoqian and said with a thunderous tongue: "Xiaoqian, I can't save you today, but when I escape from here and save Suzhen, I will bring people back and swear to destroy this tree monster!"
"Fang Lang, don't worry about me, I... I'm already dead..."
"Bitch!" The tree demon's roots whipped harder, and Nie Xiaoqian's body became even darker.
In the canyon that is hundreds of feet wide, the trunk of the tree demon stands tall, and Nie Xiaoqian is like a leaf in the wind, which may wither at any time.
The roots of the trees within a hundred feet of the tree demon continued to rise and fall, churning in the soil, waiting for an opportunity to move.
A hundred feet away, Fang Yun suppressed the anger in his heart, looked at the demon commander rushing over, and said slowly: "Draw the bow!"
Everyone continued to draw their bows and shoot arrows, still benefiting from Fang Yun's powerful bow poem. As soon as the fifty arrows flew into the air, hundreds of tree roots sprang out from the ground, like giant pythons flying into the sky, fiercely smashing all the arrows into pieces.
The tree roots ignited small flames and quickly retracted into the soil, extinguishing the flames.
When Yaoman saw that Fang Yun’s attack was ineffective, he began to use magic.
"Retreat!" Fang Yun immediately led his men to retreat.
The magic of those demon generals was just mediocre, and because the two sides were far apart, their magic even dissipated midway, but the magic of those few demon commanders was extraordinary.
A colorful snake demon raised its head and opened its mouth wide. Two streams of emerald green venom spurted out from its fangs. They flew in the air and condensed into a dark green cloud as big as a house. The cloud quickly turned into small emerald green poisonous fog snakes.
"Roar..." A tiger demon roared, and thousands of green wind blades condensed in the air. Then they swept through the poisonous fog, carrying poisonous fog snakes, and attacked Fang Yun and others like hail.
Many people's scalps tingled. The wind blades were flying very fast and in large numbers. They also carried poisonous mist, which was unstoppable. They turned around and ran.
Fang Yun slowly reached out his hand and took out a Jinshi Protection Document and a Cassia Paperweight from the Yinjiang Shell.
Then a giant translucent tree appeared, covering everyone with light and shadow, and all the wind blades and poisonous fog snakes were blocked outside.
Fang Yun was writing "Arrow in the Stone". A giant arrow as thick as an arm flew straight towards a demon general. But just as it flew within a hundred feet of the tree demon, three tree roots sprang out from the ground and easily blocked the giant arrow.
Those people stopped and were a little disappointed when they saw this scene. The scholar's war poem might not work in front of ordinary monster commanders, let alone a powerful monster commander like the tree monster grandma.
The monsters standing on the tree roots laughed loudly and shouted curses, but they never went beyond a hundred feet away from the tree monster.
When Fang Yun and the others moved away from the tree root area, the monsters stopped attacking.
Yan Chixia said: "You don't need to test it. The tree demon's roots are impeccable. Even my verbal sparring can hardly touch its trunk. Moreover, as long as the tree demon doesn't die, the tree roots will continue to grow. I once tried to continuously cut off her tree roots. After a quarter of an hour, most of my energy was consumed, but her strength did not decrease at all."
"Brother Yan, do you have any good ideas?" Fang Yun used the power of literary courage to isolate the inside and outside while speaking.
Yan Chixia shook his head and said, "I have thought of attacking with fire. But let alone the fact that her tree roots can draw away all flames, the flames of ordinary kerosene cannot ignite her at all. Your Strong Bow Poem, which contains a slight amount of Mars power, was easily extinguished by her, not to mention the others. As long as the verbal sparring can attack her tree body, any Jinshi can kill her. The problem is that the verbal sparring of any Jinshi will be blocked by its roots. To kill the tree monster, its roots must be destroyed. At least three Hanlin scholars must attack continuously to suppress the roots, and then another Jinshi can kill it."
Fang Yun said: "Your verbal sparring can't kill the tree demon. Is there any way to kill these demon commanders?"
Yan Chixia said proudly: "Although my lip-sharp sword cannot fly within fifty feet of the tree demon, but between fifty and a hundred feet, her tree roots can't do anything to me, otherwise how could I have cut the tree roots for a quarter of an hour that day?"
Fang Yun nodded, took out a spare Jinshi Wenbao 'Wei'shan Pen Holder' from his hand, handed it to Yan Chixia, and said: "If those monsters gather around me, the attack I have prepared for many days cannot be carried out. Now that I have divided my forces to attack, those monster generals are not around them, which is the best opportunity. Next, we will cooperate with you to attack those monster generals with all our strength. As long as more than half of them are killed, or they retreat to within fifty feet, I will definitely launch the final attack."
"When will this Wenbao pen holder be used?" Yan Chixia asked.
Fang Yun said: "The strongest power of the tree demon grandma is not the roots, but her branches. However, once she uses them, her energy and blood will be reduced sharply, and her strength will be greatly reduced. With the power of the tree demon grandma, before I launch the final attack, she will definitely use the tree demon clan's "Withering and Flourishing Ten Thousand Trees" to kill me. I need you to use this Wenbao pen holder to block this attack. Jinshi Wenbao requires too much talent. If I use it myself, I am afraid I don't have enough talent to launch the final attack."
Yan Chixia's eyes moved, and he said softly: "I see! So you have always wanted to kill the tree demon grandma, then I understand! Leave these demons to me!"
Yan Chixia's words were piercing and sharp, and the white light was slightly cold, which frightened the demon commanders and generals so much that they couldn't help but shrink their necks.
"Draw the bows!" Fang Yun once again commanded everyone to shoot. With his strong bow poem, the flying distance of the arrows was comparable to the magic of the demon commander, but the magic consumed too much energy and blood, while the arrows were endless.
Yan Chixia's verbal sparring and rockets attacked the monster.
Dozens of tree roots flew out from the ground, half to intercept Yan Chixia's verbal sparring, and half to intercept the arrows.
Yan Chixia's verbal sparring was as agile as a fish swimming in water. He moved among the thick tree roots, retreating or advancing, dodging or hiding.
Fang Yun observed carefully and learned the control of the lip-sharp sword. He had seen Li Wenying's blood-thirsty ancient sword, which was always unstoppable. It was either you or I, and there would be no detours. However, Yan Chixia's lip-sharp sword was flexible and compact. It seemed that he had been practicing hard to deal with the tree roots of the tree demon grandma.
The tree demon was furious and had to reduce the number of tree roots that hit Nie Xiaoqian in order to intercept Yan Chixia's verbal sparring.
"Whoosh..."
Yan Chixia's ancient sword bypassed a tree root by a hair's breadth and went straight into the chest of a horse barbarian general, squeezing through his body with a single stroke.
With a bang, Ma Manjiang's chest exploded, and his head and shoulders fell to the ground. A tree root rolled up Ma Manjiang's body, dragged it into the soil and disappeared.
Fang Yun nodded. What Yan Chixia said was indeed right. As long as they were not within fifty feet of the tree demon, the tree roots had limited flexibility and could not do anything to his verbal sparring.
Fang Yun continued to command everyone to shoot to share Yan Chixia's pressure.
Soon, Yan Chixia seized the opportunity to kill a demon leader, but the demons did not retreat and continued to attack.
Because Fang Yun's side reacted too slowly, people were injured from time to time, but Fang Yun and Yan Chixia were well prepared and no one died.
A quarter of an hour later, Yan Chixia's clothes were soaked with sweat, and all the people drawing the bows felt their arms were sore, and more than twenty people were recuperating in the rear.
Yan Chixia's verbal sparring suddenly slowed down and was hit by the tree roots.
Everyone was shocked. Yan Chixia's verbal sparring had reached the end of his strength. After all, fighting required a lot of talent and energy. It seemed that this trip was coming to an end.
However, the verbal sparring suddenly accelerated due to the force of being blown away by the tree roots and swept past a wolf demon commander.
The huge wolf head fell to the ground, blood splattering.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that Yan Chixia had calculated the angle of the tree roots and deliberately used their force to kill the monster.
"Retreat within forty feet!" the tree demon grandma roared in frustration.
Those monsters retreated hastily.
There was an extra page of light golden paper on the tray in front of Fang Yun.
Holy Page.
The tree demon grandma immediately screamed loudly: "Charge! Charge out and kill him! All demons charge out!"
At the same time, all the branches of the tree demon began to shrink, and the originally loose crown tended to condense into a cone shape.
Fang Yun picked up the demon-killing pen and wrote.
"The volcano is now visible for the first time, standing out to the east of Hangzhou."
In the realm of calligraphy, the power of audible strokes of the pen appeared, and a huge roar was heard on the holy page, like the roar of hundreds of millions of wild beasts, or like a mountain slowly rising up from the earth.
"Red flames burn the enemy clouds, and the scorching atmosphere fills the sky. The ground cracks and red liquid flows, and the flames rise for hundreds of miles. I don't know why the yin and yang charcoal is burning only here..."
A huge roar like a volcanic eruption was immediately heard above the holy page, and all the vitality between heaven and earth seemed to be gathering on the surface of the holy page.
The small piece of paper seemed to be giving birth to a fire dragon. Once the fire dragon broke out of the shell, it would burn the world.
The poem was not finished, but a fiery aura emanated from the pages, and people nearby moved away.
Yan Chixia looked up at the vitality around him and was inexplicably surprised. The vitality aroused by this poem was stronger than any ordinary Jinshi battle poems. It stood to reason that a Jinshi would not be able to do that even if he exhausted all his talent.
"Kill him! Kill him!" After the tree demon grandma shouted, she saw the branches of the tree crown above her head entangled in a spiral, and finally formed a huge spear that was as high as a twenty-story building.
The leaves that made up the spear were withering at a speed visible to the naked eye. The roots of the tree demon suddenly went crazy, trapping one demon after another. However, in the blink of an eye, all the demons were bound. The roots pierced into the bodies of the demons and absorbed their blood.
The giant spear made of tree branches broke away from the tree demon, shook slightly, and stabbed Fang Yun straight.
"Kill!" Yan Chixia roared, and rushed towards the giant spear with sharp words.
Spears and swords collided.
The giant spear is still there, but the verbal jabs and swords are gone.
Yan Chixia spat out a mouthful of blood and used his last bit of strength to hold the Weigu Mountain pen holder. Then, the shadow of a towering mountain suddenly appeared, covering Fang Yun and everyone else.
"Boom..."
The giant spear hit the towering mountain, the shadow of the mountain shook, and the leaves on the giant spear fell in a colorful manner, becoming even more withered and yellow.
"Boom..."
Cracks appeared in the mountain's shadow, and many of the branches that made up the giant spear fell away.
After the poem was finished, Fang Yun wrote the three words "Jing Huoshan" on it.
The holy pages burn, turning the virtual into real.
A real small volcano appeared between Fang Yun and the tree demon grandma. (To be continued...)