"Spring and Autumn Annals" is a history book, and the two words "Spring and Autumn" also represent years and time.
The will of Confucius has the power to change time.
The higher the literary rank, the stronger the will of Confucius. This is one of the reasons why even the monsters and barbarians are unwilling to fight with the Kong family.
Half of Gu Jiao Hou's body was enveloped by the power of Confucius' will. He looked at everyone in surprise and tried desperately to retreat, but he was only a demon marquis after all. Even if he possessed temporary true dragon blood, he could not withstand such a vast force. His body could only move outwards at an extremely slow speed.
Kong Detian and the others were enveloped by the power of Confucius' will, and everything slowed down as well.
The two East China Sea dragons looked at each other, and immediately bypassed the range of Confucius' will and attacked the half of Gu Jiaohou's body that was left outside.
This is the terrifying thing about Confucius' will. Once the body is divided, if the Kong family has external help, the enemy can only slaughter them.
However, behind Gu Jiao Hou was a large number of monsters and dragon monsters, who used their magic to attack the two dragons, forcing them to retreat.
During the battle between the two sides, Fang Yun finally finished reciting the third sentence of the opening poem.
"Today I will show you..."
A violent wind suddenly blew up in the whole hall. Golden light condensed in Fang Yun's mouth, and then a roar of a true dragon that roared over all the worlds exploded in Fang Yun's palace. The sound spread for a million miles and spread throughout the entire Dragon Platform.
Be it the monster in front of Fang Yun, or Dragon Marshal, or even the masked man in black and the Great Sage's son Shi Wang, all were frightened and trembled, becoming briefly unconscious.
All the dragons present looked at Fang Yun in disbelief, unable to believe that a mere human's palace could actually contain the roar of a true dragon. Although this roar was not as loud as the voice of the Dragon Saint, the roar of a true dragon was the highest command of the dragon clan, and no one except the Dragon Saint could roar it out.
"Did he mobilize the will of the Ancestral Dragon?" Lei Jiu was shocked.
The roar of a real dragon only made people astonished, but the ordinary monsters and dragon commanders felt deep despair afterwards.
While Fang Yun was reciting the poem, he actually picked up a pen to write. Fang Yun was using his supreme literary power to do two things at once!
Dragon Sword Poetry.
The sword is like a twin dragon. The snowflakes shine on the lotus.
The brilliant light shines through the sky and earth, and the thunder roars without stopping.
Once I left, I left the golden box and flew away without you.
Feng Hu has been dead for a long time, so his edge is hidden.
The Wu River is a thousand feet deep, and the Chu Mountains are a thousand feet high.
Male and female will never be separated, the divine beings will meet.
The first treasure light, the original treasure light, and the handed-down treasure light all shone, and the treasure lights of other powers such as the Wenbao Pen, the Dragon Blood Ink Ingot, and the Second Realm of Calligraphy also appeared on the page, making the power of this war poem even more powerful.
After all the precious lights stabilized, an unprecedentedly magnificent precious light appeared.
The other precious lights were like a layer of transparent eggshell attached to the poem, but the source of this precious light was inside the poem. The white light formed erupted in all directions, and the precious light was so radiant that no one could open their eyes.
Fang Yun was behind the white light, as holy and godlike as a saint, exuding an unprecedented aura, as if he had the power to create the world and the power to create eternity.
All the monsters, dragons and humans who knew about this precious light shouted in unison.
"Poetry Ancestor Baoguang!"
The creator of any type of war poem, such as the first poem about killing the enemy, the first poem about defending, the first poem about hiding the blade, the first poem about blocking the enemy, etc., was named the ancestor of poetry. In fact, many war poems originated from the Book of Songs, and the names of many ancestor poets disappeared in the long river of history. Only a limited number of ancestor poets, such as the poem about hiding the blade, are widely circulated.
This poem has the ancestor of poetry. This Fangyun is the ancestor of a new type of poetry!
Then they saw the "Dragon Sword Poem" written by Fang Yun flying high into the sky. Lei Jiu, Zong Ji and Sima He only took a glance at it and, relying on their photographic memory as Jinshi, they memorized the entire poem and quickly understood its meaning.
"Dragon Sword Poem" is a poem that praises the famous magic swords Gan Jiang and Moye. The poem describes that Gan Jiang and Moye are like two dragons after they are forged, and the swords are as white as snow, and can even be used as mirrors to reflect flowers. The sword light reaches the sky and shines on the earth, which is far inferior to thunder.
Unfortunately, the two swords were later separated and no longer accompanied each other. Because the famous sword connoisseur Feng Huzi had died, no one could recognize the two magical objects, so the two magic swords were hidden.
One sword is hidden in the abyss of Wu State, and the other sword is hidden in the vast mountains of Chu State, but the two swords, Gan Jiang and Mo Ye, are divine objects after all, and they will definitely be reunited one day!
Almost as soon as they finished reading it, the three of them thought of the purpose of this poem, especially the last sentence.
The divine object will be encountered!
At the same time as the precious light of the Ancestor of Poetry was formed, Shi Wang screamed wildly, his heartbeat suddenly became as loud as a drum, the blood of the Great Sage hidden in his heart was fully stimulated, his body size increased by twice as much, and at the same time, he let out an earth-shaking lion's roar, and even the Yellow Dragon Ao Huang was frightened.
The power of the lion's heart.
"Even if the worlds are boundless and the directions are endless, they cannot accommodate the ancestor of poetry! Fang Yun must die!" The golden blood armor around Shi Wang suddenly became a whole inch thicker, and a crown shadow suddenly appeared on his head, and he pounced on Fang Yun like the king of all monsters.
Shi Wang raised his right front paw high in the air. Golden light shone brightly on his palm, and one slap was enough to turn a mountain into stone powder!
"Get out!" Ao Huang suddenly roared and used the power of the dragon ball. A dragon-shaped golden light exactly the same as his body flew out of his mouth and hit Shi Wang heavily.
Even someone as strong as Shi Wang could not resist the power of the real dragon's dragon ball. His body flew sideways like a kite with a broken string, and in mid-air he turned his head to look at the masked man in black.
"Kill Fang Yun! Kill him!"
The masked man slowly stretched out his hand and pointed his index finger at Fang Yun.
His fingers were pale, but under the pale skin, there were clearly visible black blood vessels, which looked hideous and terrifying like exposed blue veins.
A black vortex of void appeared at the tip of the masked man's index finger, and the entire hall began to shake, dust fell, and the walls cracked.
Fang Yun's expression remained unchanged. After completing the poem "Dragon Sword Poem" by the poet Li Bai, he also recited the last sentence of Jia Dao's famous poem.
"Who has grievances?"
I have been sharpening my sword for ten years, but I have never tried it. Today I will show it to you. Who has any grievances
The sword chanting sounded through the heavens and the earth as the sword's poem was completed. The sound of the sword seemed to carry a great sense of grievance, as if it was speaking for Fang Yun to say that it was not him who took the initiative to snatch the dragon energy and the true blood of the ancestor dragon, expressing all the injustice in his heart.
A brilliant golden sword flew out of Fang Yun's mouth. This True Dragon Sword was bred from the remains of a true dragon and was three feet long. The sword itself was like an ancient white sword, but the outside of the sword was surrounded by a golden dragon-shaped light.
Others' swords that come out like dragons are just the shadow of a dragon, but Fang Yun's sword that comes out like a dragon is a real dragon!
The dragon bared its fangs and claws, its mouth opened with the tip of the sword in it, its body wrapped around the sword, its tail formed the hilt, it shone brightly and dominated the world.
The sword is surrounded by a dazzling real dragon pattern, not the translucent virtual dragon pattern of others.
Waves of strange waves that swept across the ten directions and pierced through the void spread from the True Dragon Sword in all directions.
Below the True Dragon Sword, there is a suspended black ink sword that is only half the length of the main sword. This sword was made by Fang Yun writing the "Shen Ce Army Stele". It contains the majesty of the Tang Emperor inspecting the Shen Ce Army. The sword is magnificent and has the appearance of an emperor. It is also more handsome and extraordinary because it was written by Liu Gongquan, one of the four great calligraphers.
The seven powers of the sword-pregnant poem, true dragon bones, hidden blade poem, true dragon patterns, sharp blade poem, a large amount of dragon energy, and the ink sword formed Fang Yun's verbal sparring!
People from all tribes were extremely shocked when they felt the aura emanating from the True Dragon Sword. The sword had just been successfully conceived and it already had such divine power. It was definitely the best sword of all time!
"Why is his dragon pattern different from ours? I feel that one of his dragon patterns is worth two of mine!" Zong Ji muttered to himself.
"My sword is also as powerful as a dragon. My verbal sparring is made using a complete dragon bone sword, but why is it far inferior to his sword?" Sima He felt powerless all over.
However, the power of the True Dragon Sword has not yet reached its peak.
After the new war poem "Dragon Sword Poem" was burned, an ancient sword of talent that was exactly the same as the True Dragon Sword appeared out of thin air. There was even an extra ink sword.
Everyone present was dumbfounded.
At this moment, the power of Confucius' will dissipated, and Marquis Gu Jiao retreated desperately. The seven scholars from the Holy Academy who were protecting Fang Yun all turned around to look at Fang Yun, and then looked up at the two sharp jabs of tongue above Fang Yun's head!
The elites of various races present were watching this scene. They were so shocked that they could not speak. The killing poem was nothing. No matter how strong the Jinshi's killing poem was, it would only have a minimal impact on the human race. However, this kind of war poem that could summon an identical verbal battle was full of subversion!
The power of the human race's scholars will undergo a drastic change!
And the Jinshi are precisely the backbone of human power!
"This boy cannot be kept!" A holy son of the demon clan shouted desperately.
The black vortex on the fingertips of the masked man in black finally took shape and he gently pointed it at Fang Yun.
The sky and the earth changed color, and the black vortex suddenly expanded thousands of times. Then a huge blood-red dragon head rushed out of the vortex. The dragon head was hundreds of feet tall, basically a mountain.
The blood-red dragon head has black eyes, golden pupils, silver teeth and purple tongue. There is a strong evil intent in its eyes, and its body exudes the power of destruction.
“The Evil Dragon of Prison! Isn’t he suppressed in the Prison Sea? Who has obtained his power?” Ao Huang recognized the origin of the Evil Dragon at a glance.
The evil dragon's head opened its bloody mouth and bit everyone.
"It's me!" The masked man in black answered Ao Huang's question, took off his hat, untied the mask, and a strange face emerged.
The black blood vessels bulged under his white skin, like tree roots entwined on his face, which was extremely terrifying.
"The Evil King!" All the human race looked at the Evil King Meng Lintang in disbelief.
"You will all die today! Fang Yun, today I will cut you into pieces!" The pupils of the evil king were extremely deep and dark. That was not the color that humans should have. That was the color that only the Nine Netherworld and the Death Mountain of the Demon Realm should have.
Fang Yun suddenly realized what had happened and based on everything he knew, he outlined what had happened.
On that day, after the clone of the Evil Lord entered the Holy Ruins, he was killed by Fang Yun. At that time, the Evil Lord was in the Prison Sea and was in a coma due to the death of his clone of the soul.
At that moment, the Evil King was invaded by a trace of thought from the Evil Dragon of Prison.
The evil king was severely wounded and his position as a Hanlin scholar might be lost, so his punishment ended early and he returned to the Meng family's old house to recuperate.
However, the evil king was unwilling to give up. In order to obtain the treasure of Denglongtai, he simply lowered his literary position and became a Jinshi. Then he traded with the monster tribe and obtained a Denglong Stone from them, and entered Denglongtai from the Dragon Palace in the West Sea!
Since the evil king dared to enter the Dragon Platform, he must have communicated with the evil dragon of the prison, and the man and the dragon reached an agreement. (To be continued...)