In front, fifty thousand monsters were coming with great force. Above the heads of the five demon lords of the Ancestral God clan, a mysterious monster image made of black mist condensed. That was the Ancestral God mist image that could only be summoned by the demon lords of the Ancestral God clan!
With only five demon lords, they created a terrifying power that could only be possessed by an army of one million. Their power was so great that it overwhelmed all directions and shocked thousands of miles away!
In the back are the Dragon King Ao Wo, two demon lords, and a human university scholar who may take action at any time.
A full moon rose in Fang Yun's eyes, emitting a faint moonlight. He said calmly: "Today, this saint will first destroy the invading monsters in front, then punish the rebels, and finally slaughter the dragon of the united monsters. Ao Huang, Zhang Poyue, Peng Zouchao, are you willing to help me guard the rear?"
"I am here!" Zhang Poyue responded loudly.
"The dragon is here!" Ao Huang shouted.
"I'm here!" Peng Zouzhao turned and faced the Dragon King Ao Wo.
"Everyone else, just watch." Fang Yun took out the second holy page.
When these words were spoken, the human scholars were inexplicably surprised, and Lei Wu was furious. Fang Yun didn't take them seriously at all. As for the Dragon King Ao Wo, he completely lost his mind and spit out a mouthful of red and black dragon flames, which poured down like a waterfall of fire.
"What a trifle!" Ao Huang opened his mouth to meet the attack, and the golden dragon flame in the fire went upstream. Although Ao Huang was only a dragon marquis, one level lower than the dragon king, his dragon flame completely blocked Ao Wo's dragon flame.
Ao Wo was furious and said, "Ao Huang, how dare you help the human race attack me!"
Ao Huang sighed softly and said, "I won't kill you, but I won't allow you to kill Fang Yun either. If Fang Yun dies, the dragon race and the human race will inevitably become enemies. Once the demons destroy the human race, the dragon race may become the next target!"
"Fang Yun insulted me like this, I must kill him! Even if you try to stop me, it's useless! Die!" Ao Huang spat out a mouthful of blood at the Dragon Scale Imperial Edict. The dragon scale hummed and finally expanded to a radius of a hundred feet. It was obviously a thin piece, but it was like a mountain peak crashing down. A huge pressure.
Ao Huang opened his mouth and sprayed, and a broken dragon tooth flew up, spinning. However, it was only the size of an ordinary person's arm, but it could easily lift up the huge dragon scale.
Ao Huang chuckled and said, "You are the peak Dragon King. It would be a bit difficult for me to fight you. However, as long as we hold out for a while, victory will belong to us!"
Dragon King Ao Wo smiled contemptuously and said, "A moment? After holding out for a moment. It's not me who loses, but those demon lords who tear you apart alive! Eh..."
Ao Wo was suddenly frightened and looked hurriedly towards the source of his fear, the holy page in front of Fang Yun.
Ao Huang's real blood has dripped into the ink pool behind the inkstone turtle. The ink in the ink pool has been melted into one drop by the ink girl and sprayed onto the Wenbao pen presented by Lu Hanlin of the Criminal Hall.
The tip of the brush is black with a hint of gold, exuding a faint aura of a real dragon.
The Inkstone Turtle was almost out of anger, because it had devoured the corpse of the True Dragon Ba Xia, and the ink on its back had been brewing for so long. It also had the aura of a True Dragon, but it usually kept it at the bottom of the inkstone pool and didn't let Fang use it, but the Ink Girl was different. She took all the power of the ink and gave it all to Fang Yun.
Fang Yun held the pen, and the wind and clouds surged. An invisible force exploded from the sky, creating a large hole with a radius of one mile in the dark clouds summoned by the Dragon King Ao Wo, and the chaotic clouds of the Holy Dao could be seen higher up.
The moment Dragon King Ao Wo looked over, Fang Yun picked up his pen and wrote.
Wait until September 8th when autumn comes!
The entire Ning'an city was shaken violently.
The vitality within a thousand miles gathered crazily towards Fang Yun's head. All the dark clouds summoned by Dragon King Ao Wo were like the breath in the cold winter. They were thick when they first appeared, but soon dissipated, the thunder stopped, and the rain stopped.
Bright yellow cloud patterns appeared on the holy page, and the cloud patterns seemed to contain endless mysteries. Each cloud pattern seemed to carry the history of a clan and record the rise and fall of a world.
When my flower blooms, all other flowers will die!
Below the holy page, there seemed to be a bright yellow little dragon, swimming slowly inside the holy page.
The Yishui River in front of Ning'an City suddenly exploded, like a dragon hitting the water, stirring up a water wall dozens of feet high.
The chrysanthemums in the entire Ning'an City suddenly mutated.
Except for the chrysanthemums, all the flowers withered instantly!
The dried and fallen chrysanthemums came back to life, the unopened chrysanthemums bloomed immediately, and all the chrysanthemums left the branches and slowly rose up.
Ning'an City had been preparing for the Double Ninth Festival on September 9th to appreciate chrysanthemums. Countless chrysanthemums had accumulated in the city. In some places, chrysanthemums even fell to the ground like autumn leaves. Now, the chrysanthemums all over the ground rose together.
Everyone in the city was stunned by this strange scene.
The fragrance rises to the sky and penetrates Ning'an!
The strong fragrance of chrysanthemums instantly spread throughout the area within a hundred miles. No other flower petals in the world could match this fragrance.
In the fragrance of the flowers, the water monsters in front suddenly slowed down their pace, with a look of doubt on their faces. Every monster felt that the world in front of them became a little blurry.
The whole city is covered with golden armor!
Countless chrysanthemums throughout the city swayed gently in the wind in the air. The petals of the chrysanthemums were very delicate, but they made a powerful metallic sound.
After the poem was finished, Fang Yun wrote the words "Fu Ju" on the top of the holy page and threw a drop of the demon saint's blood into the holy page.
The holy page did not absorb the holy blood, but the yellow dragon inside the holy page opened its mouth and swallowed the holy blood, then floated out of the holy page and swallowed all the words of the poem in one breath.
Wait till September 8th in autumn,
When my flower blooms, all other flowers die.
The fragrance of the sky permeates the tranquility,
The whole city is covered with golden armor.
While the yellow dragon was devouring the words, layer upon layer of precious light covered the holy page.
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Holy Blood Light.
Holy Page Light.
In addition, the precious light formed by the ink, the literary pen, the inkstone and the two realms of calligraphy, etc., only lacks one layer of handed down precious light compared to the previous Dinghai poem.
Fang Yun’s previous imperial poem “Ode to the Sun” did not have various precious lights, because it was not a war poem, but just an imperial poem.
It is both an imperial poem and a war poem, and has another name.
"The Emperor's War Poem!"
Countless readers exclaimed.
Dragon King Ao Wo stared at the Holy Page with eyes wide open like an idiot, while Lei Wu had a blank look.
All the monsters in the distance hesitated, and the demon lord of the Five Ancestral God clan actually stopped.
In the far north, above the Wolf Slaughter Holy Temple, an enormous white shadow slowly turned its head. Just a slight movement was filled with endless majesty, like the changing trajectories of the sun, moon and stars.
After Ming Huang Xiaolong ate all the words of the entire poem, he slowly rose up, and the holy pages slowly condensed into his body.
Afterwards, the bright yellow dragon's body gradually changed color, from bright yellow to dark yellow, like the sky about to set, and it was dusk.
Ao Huang's face changed drastically and he stepped back suddenly.
"Impossible..." He muttered to himself while staring at the dark yellow dragon.
The Dragon King Ao Wo and Lei Wu looked at each other and nodded at the same time!
The two men realized that once the dragon was fully formed, they might be in danger.
It’s better to strike first!
“Puff…” Ao Wo spat out another mouthful of dragon blood, but this dragon blood had a faint dark yellow color, it was real blood full of fighting spirit.
Dragons fight in the wild, and their blood is dark yellow.
Lei Wu was even more decisive. He directly used his Blood and Heart, consuming ten years of his life. A platform appeared behind him, and above the platform was a misty sky. It was the power formed by the "Divine Right of Kings", a branch of the "Heavenly Harmony" holy way of the semi-saint Dong Zhongshu, the Juntian Observatory.
The power of heaven and the authority of the king are coming! .
(To be continued…)