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Fang Yun's voice was not loud, only ten words, but after hearing it, all the Jinshi couldn't help but be full of expectations.
Every word of Fang Yun is like an uplifting poem, and every sentence is like a powerful line.
But in the blink of an eye, the battlefield changed.
After the ten magma balls hit the ground, they slowly flowed and quickly cooled and solidified, apparently forming gray rocks.
Suddenly, the poetry cauldron above Fang Yun moved slightly, and the word "poetry" on the surface of the cauldron burst into white light that only Fang Yun could see, spreading across the battlefield and creating a sound that everyone could hear.
Thousands of miles in radius, the jade vibrated and the metal neighed.
"Golden voice and jade vibration!"
The poetry cauldron can not only improve the realm of poetry, but most importantly, it can add strange power to poetry that even a semi-saint cannot fully control.
Because the sentence "The sound of gold is like the vibration of jade" is the words of the sub-sage Mencius praising the sage Confucius. The great power named after this is inestimable.
Back then, Fang Yun's poem "Butterflies in Love with Flowers * Spring Scenery" inspired the initial popularity, but this poem's tripod directly gave this poem a higher level of power.
The surface of the lava that was about to cool suddenly cracked, and the ground rose, forming a new crater!
All the monsters and humans were stunned, as ten new volcanoes with a diameter of a hundred feet were rising!
Each new volcano began to emit huge balls of magma, and each ball of magma landed accurately among the demonic beasts.
Several demon lords joined forces to attack a magma ball, causing the magma ball to explode suddenly. However, the magma ball's impact range was larger, and more demons were killed and injured. The demon lords who attacked the magma ball were all hit by small pieces of magma. , screaming and being burned to ashes.
The demon lord can definitely resist a few breaths of ordinary magma, but the magma formed by Fang Yun's war poem is far stronger than ordinary magma.
Ten volcanoes. Each one spewed out ten magma balls fifty feet in diameter!
One hundred huge balls of magma spread across the entire field like raindrops, fell to the ground, and quickly formed a lava ground.
Whether they were plague corpse soldiers or living monsters, they were either hit by magma balls or blocked by lava on the ground, and they were all burned to death.
At the end of the battle, there were demonic screams everywhere.
After a while, there was no sound at all, and many black skeletons were floating in the bright magma.
At this moment, the Plague Lord's strength has not recovered. No matter how powerful the plague was, it could not resist this almost natural disaster-like force, and it was all destroyed by the magma.
Four of the five members of the Lei family who were controlled by the Lord of Plague were burned alive by the lava. Only the "Thunder Boulder" stood in mid-air and could not be hurt by the lava.
"You won this battle. But the final victory must belong to me!" The Lord of Plague took a deep look at Fang Yun, and a thick stream of plague air erupted from his body. Fly towards the Monster Mountain.
"Finally survived!" Li Fanming sat down on the ground and lay down without wanting to move.
"Huh..."
Many Jinshi exhaled heavily and sat on the ground. Close your eyes and rest your mind.
Except for those middle-aged Jinshi who have rich practical experience, most of the other Jinshi are languid. From the time when the Jinshi from the Ten Kingdoms joined forces to now, everyone has been fighting continuously for several hours, which is beyond their limit.
"Fang Xusheng. The power of your last war poem suddenly increased dozens of times, and its power is close to the small-scale power of the great scholar's war poem. Is it because of the power of the ancestor of poetry?"
"Yes." Fang Yun sat back down on the seat weakly. Breathing becomes heavier. After the number of volcanoes increased from one to ten, the talent in his body poured out like a river bursting its banks, and finally stopped due to lack of talent. Fang Yun had a feeling in his heart that if he was talented enough, the last hundred magma balls would definitely turn into a hundred volcanoes!
Many Jinshi who did not rest immediately stared at Fang Yun, unable to describe the shock in their hearts with any words.
At that time, Xiang Yu followed the path of a military strategist in order to learn how to be an enemy of ten thousand people, but Fang Yun reached the level of being an enemy of ten thousand people when he was a Jinshi, which was extremely terrifying.
Seeing that Fang Yun was very tired, everyone did not ask him any more questions, but talked in low voices.
"What a terrible volcano poem. Hanlin, the most talented person, could only do this with his full blow."
"The power of the Holy Page, Holy Blood and Poetry Ancestor is really powerful. Could it be said that the Poetry Ancestor's reward is that you can use the Golden Sound and Jade Vibration anytime and anywhere?"
"There must be other conditions for using the Golden Sound and Yuzhen. If it can be used anytime and anywhere, Fang Xusheng has already led us to the Demon Mountain."
"Worthy of being the ancestor of poetry..."
"By the way, I advise you not to read the Spring Hunting List."
All the Jinshi were stunned, realized something, and all looked at the Spring Hunting List.
At this time, the value of the Spring Hunter List increased by one hundred thousand, and it could not stop at all. It was much faster than any previous increase.
Fang Yun killed too many monsters this time.
There are more than 20,000 handsome monsters, each with a ranking value of 100. There are 400,000 plague corpse soldiers and over 150,000 demon generals. Each demon general has a ranking value of five.
Fang Yun's song "Via the Volcano" earned a chart value of 3 million!
Yan Yukong smiled bitterly and said: "Look, Jingguo alone has more rankings than our nine countries combined!"
"If an individual can participate in the Spring Hunting of Jinshi from the Ten Kingdoms, then Fang Xusheng alone will have a ranking value of more than three million, ranking first among the Ten Kingdoms! Thinking about it like this, I don't want to live anymore!" Kong Detian said.
"What does it mean to attack a country with one enemy? I have finally seen it today."
"The country's warriors are unparalleled, the true country's warriors are unparalleled."
"No more fighting, we can't fight at all!"
"If we die in the hunting ground today, we will be considered famous. For example, when future generations introduce me, they will definitely say, brother, do you know Li Fanming? He was the Jinshi who died in the mythical battle where Fang Xusheng created a ranking worth four million."
"We may not die! As long as Fang Xusheng is here, there is hope for us!"
"Shou Yu, what hope do we have now?"
A strange color flashed in Ji Shouyu's eyes. He looked at Fang Yun and said firmly: "Originally there was no hope, but now, there is a 10% chance of walking out of the hunting ground alive!"
"What? Only 10%? What is the difference between this and no hope?"
"Is it too little?"
Everyone couldn't believe it.
"A group of Jinshi were plotted by the Soldier Barbarian Saint and hunted by the Plague Lord's clone. The 10% chance of winning is very high! Very high! So high that even a semi-saint would not believe it." Ji Shouyu's tone was very solemn.
"They say you are the most outstanding descendant of King Wen's family for thousands of years. They even say that your eyes can see the future. What should we do next?"
Everyone looked at Ji Shouyu expectantly. It can be said that the reason why the Jinshi had hope was because of Ji Shouyu's greatest contribution. If Ji Shouyu hadn't discovered the Plague Lord, everyone would have been killed by the Plague Lord through vicious means.
"How to do it? I don't know. Let's wait until Fang Yun wakes up before making a decision."
"But he is not a descendant of King Wen and cannot see the future."
"Maybe he can't see the future, but the future I see has been changed by him!" Ji Shouyu's eyes were brighter than the full moon.
Everyone was stunned, and they didn't know why, but they felt that these words were extremely shocking, even more shocking than Fang Yun's poem of returning to Qi and the sound of golden jade.
"He... can really change the future?"
"He can!" Ji Shouyu's voice was decisive and sonorous.
Yan Yukong looked at Fang Yun, smiled slightly, and said: "In the Comet Gallery of the Holy Ruins, we just looked at his back, watching him move forward step by step, using his own feet to create a new future!"
"If Fang Yun is there, there must be hope!" Hua Yuqing said. (A great pie-in-the-sky event, a cool mobile phone is waiting for you! Follow ~ click/official account (add friends on WeChat-add official account-enter dd), participate now! Everyone will win a prize, follow dd now ! )(To be continued..)