Suddenly, the Prison Evil Dragon blinked and looked at Ao Huang.
The little yellow dragon was frightened out of his wits, and instantly guessed the Evil Prison Dragon's intention. There must be a trace of the Evil Prison Dragon's will in the dragon's head, and it was obvious that it wanted a real dragon body to take over, and a real dragon was the best choice.
"Brother-in-law, save me!" Ao Huang flew towards Fang Yun like a frightened child.
When Ao Yun of the West Sea Dragon Clan saw this scene, an expression of shock that was hard to conceal emerged on his face. Only then did he realize the true purpose of the evil king!
The evil king not only wants to get the treasure of Denglongtai, but also wants to kill Fang Yun, and find a real dragon clone for the evil dragon of the prison!
Once the Evil Prison Dragon possesses Ao Huang's body, with the power and experience of this ancient dragon, he can be canonized as a saint in a short period of time. At that time, it will inevitably cause chaos in all realms!
The other tribes do not know the power of the Evil Dragon of Prison, but the dragon tribe knows it best.
"Don't struggle in vain! You will all die today! Only I and the new Ao Huang can leave Denglongtai! Fang Yun, I will kill your entire clan! Let the men in your Fang family be slaves for generations, and the women in your Fang family be prostitutes for generations!" The evil king had a cold smile on his face, and he was in high spirits. The familiar arrogance reappeared.
Suddenly, Fang Yunwen's palace shook slightly.
A huge shadow a hundred feet tall stood behind Fang Yun.
The phantom was wearing bone jade armor and had black hair. The only parts of his body that showed were his two empty eyes.
Di Luo held a phantom of a divine sword in his hand.
The sword was like a piece of starry sky, with stars moving and nebulae erupting, carrying an inexplicable pressure.
The Prison Evil Dragon suddenly stopped attacking, stared at the shadow of Emperor Luo, opened his mouth and spoke. He clearly only said four words, but everyone felt dizzy and felt that those four words were like a whole history book stuffed into their minds, which was difficult to digest for a while.
Di Luo responded, but only uttered one word.
Then the two sides started talking.
During the conversation between the two, strange phenomena occurred frequently in the hall, such as magma gushing out of the ground, meteorites falling from the sky, lightning flashing, and any other possible disasters in nature appeared here in turn.
These two are simply causing disaster.
Because the power of these two people is so strong, if you are not careful, the natural environment around them will change. This is the power of the holy way.
Fortunately, everyone is very powerful. Not to mention the monsters, Fang Yun and others can solve the surrounding natural disasters with just any cultural treasure.
Others felt dizzy and confused after hearing what the two people said, but Fang Yun only felt a little tired. The power of the two people's words was basically dissolved outside the Wen Palace and did not have much impact on him.
Fang Yun remembered the conversation between the two people firmly. He also found that the ancient demon language was similar to this language, but it was far less profound than this language.
After listening for a while, Fang Yun finally confirmed that what Di Luo and the Evil Dragon of the Prison were talking about were the oracle bone inscriptions!
Fang Yun was ecstatic. Although he knew the oracle bone inscriptions and how to write each character, the oracle bone inscriptions of the Shengyuan Continent contained too many secrets. If he could not master the pronunciation, it would be impossible for him to understand what was hidden behind each character.
Although the conversation between Emperor Luo and the Prison-Suppressing Evil Dragon was not written down, as long as it was written down, it could be studied slowly in the future.
The combination of character shape, character pronunciation and character meaning can unleash the true power of oracle bone script.
At present, Fang Yun is only at the stage of knowing the shape of the characters. He can only know the surface meaning of the oracle bone inscriptions and cannot understand the true meaning behind them.
After Di Luo chatted with the Prison-Suppressing Evil Dragon for more than ten sentences, he suddenly smiled contemptuously and swung his sword at the Prison-Suppressing Evil Dragon.
As the sword moved, a large area of space split open. A soundless force swept past, slicing the huge Prison-Suppressing Evil Dragon into two pieces.
The Evil Dragon of Prison collapsed with a look of disbelief, and a black line tried to escape, but Di Luo reached out and grabbed the black line in his hand, then threw it towards Fang Yun.
Fang Yun's body trembled. This was too scary. Such a terrifying force was actually thrown at him. It was just like throwing a thousand-foot-high mountain at him.
However, the black line did not attack Fang Yun. Instead, it turned into a black dragon pattern and fell on the blood-dripping animal hide.
Fang Yun silently glanced at the "Animal Skin Inn", then raised his head and looked at the fierce king with a dull look.
"You...you...how is it possible! What is that thing of yours? How can it kill the Prison Evil Dragon?" Xiong Jun was at a loss. He never expected that his strongest trump card could be easily broken by Fang Yun.
Fang Yun then recalled everything Kong Detian had said about Di Luo. It seemed that Di Luo had sensed the aura of the Evil Dragon of the Prison before he left, and was afraid that the Evil Dragon of the Prison would be harmful to him, so he sent part of his power into Wen Palace. Unexpectedly, he saved his life.
Fang Yun suddenly bowed to Gu Jiao Hou and said in a demonic voice: "Please accept my greeting, Gu Jiao Hou. Thank you for saving our lives!"
"What's going on?" Gu Jiaohou looked at Fang Yun warily, fearing that he would play some military tricks.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "If we hadn't been trapped in the desert, we wouldn't have obtained the mysterious power! If it weren't for you, we would have been killed by the Hell Dragon. That's why I want to thank you on behalf of everyone!"
"You..." Gu Jiaohou was so angry that he was fuming. He didn't expect that not only did Fang Yun rob him of his dragon energy and the true blood of the Ancestral Dragon, but he also saved the lives of Fang Yun and others.
Fang Yun's face suddenly turned cold, and he bowed to all the monsters and dragon monsters present, saying: "I have been preparing for the sword for many days, just waiting for this moment! Everyone, please get going!"
As soon as the words fell, the two real dragon swords in the sky suddenly surged thousands of feet in size, shining with dazzling golden light. The swords came out like dragons, emitting the murderous intent to slaughter all monsters.
One sword moved to the left and the other to the right, crossing and sweeping across the hall in an instant. The harsh sound of wind and friction was heard, leaving two deep sword marks on the wall of the hall.
The whole process is extremely simple, but each sword passes through the enemy's body once!
Too fast!
Too strong!
It was not until the two huge dragon swords returned to their original state that the monsters and dragon monsters suddenly reacted and let out terrible screams.
"My body is broken!" An ancient tiger lowered his head and saw that he was cut twice from the shoulder to the tail, and blood was slowly flowing out. His powerful strength was completely unable to stop the blood from flowing out, and his body swayed and fell to the ground.
"I... uh uh..." A wolf saint's body was cut into three pieces, blood gushing from his throat, and he fell to the ground, twitching slightly and whimpering softly. There was a group of doubts in his eyes that could never be resolved, and he didn't understand why the two giant swords were so powerful.
All the ancient demon generals died at the first opportunity, and then all the ancient demon marquises were killed except for the ancient Jiao Hou.
No matter how powerful these ancient demon lords are, their strength is only equal to that of the Demon Marshal Saint Son, and far inferior to the Demon Marquis Saint Son outside the Denglong Platform.
Afterwards, one after another, the demon generals and saints fell.
The first strike of the verbal sparring has been brewing for many days and has accumulated strength, so it is very strong in itself. When combined with the poem of opening the tip, it will exert unparalleled power. With the help of the poem of hiding the tip, the power of this sword has far exceeded the verbal sparring of the Jinshi.
The hall was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Those dead monsters and dragon monsters all had dragon energy or dragon stones on their bodies. A large amount of dragon energy and the power transformed from the dragon stones either flew into the dragon energy cloud under Fang Yun's feet, or flew towards the real dragon sword in the air.
The second dragon pattern of the True Dragon Sword slowly increased.
Those human scholars stared blankly at the tragic scene before them. They knew that Fang Yun's verbal sparring must be extraordinary, but they didn't expect it to be so extraordinary. (To be continued...)