The team of tens of millions of monsters and barbarians briefly panicked. top novel,
When the rank reaches a certain level, quantity can no longer make up the difference.
Tens of millions of monster and barbarian battle flags combined with dozens of monster kings can resist the power of some great scholars, but they cannot withstand the powerful power of Haoran's righteousness and Weiyan's righteousness combined with the scriptures of the saints.
In the Holy Yuan Continent, the power of the Holy Classics is several times that of the outside world.
Many Jinshi and Hanlin looked at Jiang Hechuan with envy. This was the power of the Confucian scholar, who could defeat thousands of people with one person.
If a great Confucian like Jiang Hechuan with strong righteousness were to defend himself, five or six great demon kings would be hard-pressed to get close to him based only on his own Confucianism, which was second only to the stickiness of the Mohist family.
After reading the entire chapter "The King's System", not only did the team of monsters and barbarians not get closer, but because there were too many casualties in the array in front, they were further away from the Dakining Tower ship.
Thousands of demons and barbarians are terrified. Without the Great Demon King to stop them, no amount of demons and barbarians can rush through.
The horn of the demon bull sounded again, and the great demon king on the mountain gave the order to attack again.
"Ouch..." Countless monsters continued to charge, and each monster's eyes turned blood red. They completely lost their minds and rushed towards them like hungry wolves.
Jiang Hechuan said: "Everyone, you can take advantage of the military achievements you picked up for free."
The great scholar Zhang Hu smiled and said: "Then I won't be polite."
As soon as the voice fell, the light and shadow in the void were turbulent, and a tongue sword carrying thunder flew straight into the demon group. Then thousands of thunders struck the top, divine light flashed randomly, and all the demons within a radius of one mile were carbonized by thunder and lightning.
"Old man Hongyu, take away my military glory!" Zhang Hu laughed and scolded, and recited the great Confucian war poem "Guan Cang Hai". A tsunami containing starlight was seen rising from the ground.
The tsunami was hundreds of feet thick, thousands of feet high, and miles long. Like a huge peak condensed by sea water, it suddenly rose into the sky, instantly surpassing the height of the empty ship, like a piece of sky smashing into the monster.
All the monsters instinctively looked up at the huge tsunami. In the shadow formed by the tsunami, their eyes were filled with despair.
Zhang Hu is good at poetry, and this is "Guan Cang Hai" in the second realm. Even the big demon king was injured and couldn't recover for many days. If these monsters are hit and involved, they will turn into flesh in an instant.
It is hard for millions to stop the great Confucian poems.
The big demon kings on the mountain finally couldn't sit still, and teamed up with the demon kings outside to use magic to intercept them from a long distance. Hundreds of rays of light cut through the sky, hitting the terrifying tsunami one after another.
The tsunami collided with a large amount of magic, forming a series of big explosions, creating strong impacts in all directions. Even the dakini building rocked slightly.
Not long after. The tsunami disappeared, but the land below had turned into a river country. Millions of monsters died, and more than half of the monsters were washed to pieces.
Fang Yun's eyes lit up, he finally witnessed the legendary Confucian war poem with his own eyes. If there is no power to stop it, the tsunami will continue to advance and expand, enough to destroy a whole country.
but. Those monsters completely lost their minds and still charged forward. All the great scholars showed no mercy and started killing mercilessly. The other great scholars didn't even have a chance to intervene, and the battle was over.
There are still many demon barbarians on the Desolate Demon Mountain, but those big demon kings are no longer prepared to continue sending demon barbarians to die.
Those big demon kings discussed it for a long time, and could only watch the empty ship sail away.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The empty ship flew out of the Huangyao Mountain and arrived steadily over the Yangtze River. When it flew to the center of the river, the river water within a range of three hundred miles suddenly exploded, and the water waves rose into the sky, containing a powerful holy throne. The power turned into a huge water palace that wrapped around the empty ship.
A majestic holy power came from the direction of the Holy Court and reached the sky above the Water Palace in an instant.
However, it took time for Shengli Nan to come, and the water palace had completely wrapped up the empty ship.
Hundreds of drops of demonic holy blood suddenly appeared in the water palace.
Among them, there are five drops of the blood of the Great Sage!
At this time, Fang Yun finally understood that those thousands of monsters were just used to paralyze everyone.
However, the great scholar Ye Hongyu waved his hand, and twelve volumes of bamboo slips appeared in the air. Then the twelve volumes of bamboo slips rolled out and made a crisp sound of bamboo fragments, forming a bamboo slip.
It's pleasant to the ear.
Infinite amounts of clear light erupted from the bamboo slips, shining like the sun and moon in the sky, illuminating the sky.
The hundred drops of demonic holy blood had turned into a holy clone, and could self-destruct or even attack at any time, but time flew by.
All the saint clones suddenly became motionless, and then together with the water palace, they seemed to have become dusty papers in the ancient tomb. The moment the ancient tomb was opened, they were caressed by the breeze and turned into ashes silently.
It's as if it never existed.
Many scholars felt chills all over their bodies, and they all realized what the bamboo slips were.
"Spring and Autumn"!
Except for "Spring and Autumn", the first chronological history book of the Holy Yuan Continent, no holy book or cultural treasure has such power.
"Spring and Autumn" is the last book compiled by Kong Sheng, and it is also the most powerful holy book.
Fang Yun stared at "Spring and Autumn" and felt a familiar power from it. After all, he had entered the world of "Spring and Autumn" for more than two hundred years.
However, Fang Yun knew that the bamboo slips in the air were not the original "Spring and Autumn" at all, but just a shadow projected by the Holy Academy's "Spring and Autumn".
No matter how powerful the Hundred Saints' clones are, they are still not as powerful as "Spring and Autumn".
The bamboo slips were divided into twelve volumes and flew into the sleeves of Ting Lei Great Confucian Ye Hongyu.
Ye Hongyu took a step back and disappeared on the empty ship.
From the appearance of the Water Palace to the disappearance of the Hundred Saints' clones, it only took a blink of an eye. Everyone on the empty ship was immersed in the thrilling battle just now, standing on the ship blankly, letting the ship fly.
"This...is this the power of the legendary holy book? Looking at it from a close distance, it is simply unbelievable. It is not the same power as the poetry and scriptures we learned!" Qiao Juze said.
Chen Lile whispered: "Nonsense, "Spring and Autumn" is originally not an ordinary scripture. Those powerful holy books and cultural treasures are definitely not ordinary. Otherwise, how can our human race compete with such powerful demons and barbarians?"
"But, this is too strong, too strong to be justified."
"If the force was reasonable, Kong Sheng would not have forced the demon world to sign a thousand-year no-war treaty, which would have become the greatest shame in the demon world and caused many barbarians to worship Kong Sheng as their god. We can't see the many powers of "Spring and Autumn" at all. I can’t feel it, just to watch the excitement. I heard that there are still statues of Kong Sheng in many barbarian tribes in the demon world, but their appearance is more like that of an ape.”
"I've heard that many ape-men regard Confucius as their ancestor." Fang Yun nodded.
Sai Shilang of the Ministry of Rites showed envy and said: "Sage Fang Xu, if you can make me a half-saint, and then write the magnificent "History of Ancient Demons" on the holy pages, your "History of Ancient Demons" will definitely become a historian immediately. If the holy book can receive the power of Shi Dao Shimen, its power will far exceed that of ordinary history books."
Everyone nodded, all envious.
Fang Yun coughed slightly and said, "Shilang Sai made a serious statement. It is already extremely difficult to compile the "History of Ancient Demons" without mentioning the matter of becoming a saint, let alone the subsequent holy books."
"After all, you have this possibility, we don't even have this possibility."
Fang Yun thought that although the "Ancient Demon History" was powerful, it was the history of a foreign race after all. If the human race's "Emperor's Code" were written down, it would be even more powerful than the "Ancient Demon History". (To be continued...)