The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1188 Five Porcelain Bottles

As far as the eye can see, the ice peaks are continuous and persistent.

Fang Yuan turned around and rode a war poem dragon horse to stop on an iceberg.

Yun Zhaochen then changed direction and stood next to Fang Yun. Seeing Yun Zhaochen like this, the other four bachelors stood helplessly with Fang Yun.

"Then let me see how you can scare away the bear demon kings of the two major tribes!" Lian Pingchao did not stand with Fang Yun and the other six people, and continued to run forward, but slowed down and kept looking back.

Ye Fangge said: "That's all, this iceberg area is where Xiong Kong's Saint Strike is condensed. It was the power he formed by tracing back the bloodline of the Bear Clan. It's difficult for us to break through it, and our speed is greatly reduced. It's hard for us to catch up with them." Sooner or later, it’s better to fight to the death.”

"Since we entered the ruins of Dragon City, we knew this would happen." Liu Shan'a said with a smile, but there was a dangerous aura in his eyes.

Fang Yun took out a porcelain bottle from Yin Jiangbei and opened it. A surging breath spurted out from the porcelain bottle. The breath was as strong as hot oil and spread instantly, drowning and soaking everyone.

Many people trembled instinctively, and all the demon kings stopped.

All the demon kings felt that if they ran any faster, they would offend the things in the porcelain bottle.

"Holy blood of the demon clan? And it's the blood of the half-saint of my bear clan?" Xiong Kong jumped onto a five-foot-high iceberg and looked down at Fang Yun and others not far ahead.

The other bear demon kings also became cautious.

Lian Pingchao stopped and looked at the porcelain bottle in Fang Yun's hand in surprise.

Fang Yun said: "Which one of you can write a poem about attacking the four realms?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then shook their heads helplessly.

"In the ancient land of Blood Mang, only Wei Huangan has practiced the "Great Wind Song" to the four realms and can summon the holy soul. Other than that, no one has the four realms war poem. On the contrary, the people of Shengyuan Continent have long lifespans. A few scholars can master the low-level war poems to the four realms."

"Holy blood can directly elevate poems to a higher level. After using the Four Realm War Poetry, although it will not be upgraded to the unprecedented Five Realm War Poem, it can form a power close to the Five Realms. There is no official name, and most people call it the pseudo Five Realms. ”

Fang Yun did not expect that Wei Huangan, the top scholar in the Blood Mang Ancient Land, could practice "Great Wind Song" to the fourth level. Each level of war poetry is equivalent to an increase in literary level. "Song of the Great Wind" is a war poetry for everyone. The fourth level is equivalent to a great scholar's war poetry, but it has powerful characteristics and is much better than ordinary great scholar's war poetry.

"Song of the Great Wind" is an imperial poem. When it reaches the realm of the "Holy Soul" of the Fourth Realm, the power summoned is not the semi-sacred idea, but the idea of ​​Liu Bang, the founding emperor of the Han Dynasty. It can directly borrow power from the Han Empire across time and space.

"There are three realms, right?" Fang Yun asked.

"Yes! Fang Ge once composed a Jinshi war poem during the Jinshi period. Although it is not handed down from generation to generation, it uses the Ax Mountain as the image and the idea of ​​Pangu opening up the world as the idea to form "The Song of the Falling Ax". It is extremely powerful. Although it is not handed down from generation to generation, But he used it to surpass all the ancient Jinshi examinations. So he has been practicing this war poem repeatedly, and has reached the third level, and its power is equivalent to that of a great scholar." Yun Zhaochen said.

"Mr. Fangge, I'll give you this bottle of holy blood, and I'll give you another holy page. As long as they dare to charge forward, you can use the "Falling Ax Song" on Xiong Kong, the chief of the Fierce Tooth Tribe. The "Falling Axe" of the Four Realms "Yin" has surpassed ordinary Confucian war poems, it can at least bring Xiong Kong to the verge of death, and may even kill him!" Fang Yundao.

Ye Fangge obliged and took Fang Yun's holy blood and holy page, and said, "Okay! Look at me! If you can use the holy blood to create the Four Realms War Poetry, I will die without regrets! Thank you Yun Fang!"

The other bachelors stared excitedly at the porcelain vase in Ye Fang's singer, while writing war poems with holy pages and holy blood. This is what many scholars dream of. If they can do it before they die, they will die without regrets.

Holy blood is something that even people from the Semi-Saint Family cannot use casually. In the list of gifts from the All-Saint Family, it is a top-notch gift, otherwise it would not be given to Fang Yun.

Those bachelors were very excited, but there was something extra in their eyes when they looked at Fang Yun. This was not the first time that they showed such a thoughtful look.

"roar……"

Demon King Xiong Kong roared loudly, wrinkled his nose and exposed his teeth, saying: "A mere drop of holy blood is not enough to make us retreat! You only have seven now, no, only six great bachelors, plus the holy page and a drop The holy blood is equivalent to ten great bachelors at most, which is far from us!"

Xiong Sha shouted while approaching Xiong Kong: "Yes! It's far from it! In front of our thirty-one demon kings, this is still far away! After one war poem is used up, we have broken through your protection and killed you all! "

"Oh. Mr. Hemu, if your second-level song "Ode to Kunlun" enters the third level, can it resist the thirty-one demon king for a moment?"

Tan Hemu was stunned, laughed, and said: "My second-level "Ode to Kunlun" is equivalent to a great scholar's protective war poem. If I get the help of the holy blood and enter the third level, I am afraid I can prevent the attack of the semi-saint clone and stop these monsters. The king is out of the question!”

"I don't believe you have a second drop of holy blood!" Xiong Kong's eyes were emitting a terrifying red light, which looked even more strange against the backdrop of the white bear fur.

"You must believe what I say!" Fang Yun said, taking out the second porcelain bottle and opening it.

A wave of demon saint's aura spread instantly for dozens of miles like a sea wave.

"The blood of the giant whale and the semi-saint!" Xiong Kong said through gritted teeth.

Xiong Sha asked in a low voice: "Could this be fake?"

"If even the holy blood could be faked, the human race would have unified all realms long ago!" Xiong Kong said.

Xiong Sha gnashed his teeth in anger and said, "Who is this kid? He first took out so many holy pages to scare me away, and then took out two drops of holy blood to scare you. He is even more angry than a demon!"

"He should be from the six sub-saint families." Xiong Kong whispered.

Fang Yun handed the second porcelain bottle to Tan Hemu.

"Two drops of holy blood, are they enough?" Fang Yun asked.

"Not enough!" After Xiong Kong finished speaking, the demons around him were like ice, covering themselves with a thick layer of ice armor, covering the blood armor.

"Well, then I won't take them out one by one." Fang Yun said, taking out three porcelain bottles and opening them one by one.

Three different types of demon saint auras burst out at the same time.

All the university scholars and demon kings couldn't help but shudder, and their hearts were inexplicably panicked.

At this moment, here, the auras of five kinds of holy blood were intertwined.

Lian Pingchao, who was about to escape, hurried back and shouted, "My dear nephew Yun Fang, I have reached the third realm of the zither. As long as you drop some holy blood into my dragon bone incense and ignite it, my "Wind and Thunder Induction" will be upgraded by one realm, which is equivalent to the power of the fourth realm of the zither, enough to sweep away all the monsters!"

Liu Shan smiled and said, "It's done! It's done!"

The other people also smiled. With five drops of holy blood, they can definitely deal a heavy blow to the thirty-one monster kings. With the combined efforts of seven people, they will take away the lives of at least twenty monster kings before they die.

The key is that both the human and the monster know that Fang Yun may have more treasures in his hands!

Xiong Kong stared blankly at the three porcelain bottles in Fang Yun's hand, and said to Xiong Sha, "I now understand how you feel when you see a stack of holy pages. I feel deeply ashamed and endlessly angry! I really want to curse!"

"As the chief of the ten major tribes, you don't have as many treasures as a small Hanlin. How can I not be ashamed!" Xiong Sha was very sad and angry.

Xiong Kong stared at Fang Yun for a long time without saying anything.

Xiong Sha whispered: "How about... let's withdraw first?"

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