The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2353: All beings resonate, frost shines in the world

While Fang Yun's original body was speaking, the phantom Fang Yun suddenly grinned and chanted a poem that could be powerful even without the vitality of heaven and earth.

Because this poem consumes life.

After a hard time, the war was sparse around the stars.

The mountains and rivers were broken by the wind and the catkins were blown by the wind, and the life was ups and downs like duckweed in the rain.

I was afraid at the beach, and I sighed in the ocean of loneliness.

Everyone has died since ancient times, so I will leave my loyalty to shine in history!

The phantom Fang Yun turned into light smoke and dissipated, but the power of this righteous poem poured into Fang Yun's body.

"Thank you, Mr. Jianmei!"

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he held the great scholar's literary pen, dipped it in the ink of the inkstone, and swung the pen horizontally.

The talent rushed to the stars, and the dragon and phoenix were soaring and it was hard to stop.

The flowers in the hall were drunk with three thousand guests, and the frost of the sword was cold in fourteen states.

The drums and horns sounded the cold air in the sky, and the wind and waves shook the sea and mountains in autumn.

Ning'an will always be the golden pillar of heaven, who would envy the marquis of the past!

The sky and the earth were cold, and golden light descended from the sky, turning into the shape of Ning'an City, covering Fang Yun, forming an extremely strong protective ability.

What was strange was that in the golden Ning'an City, there were countless translucent readers who were either writing or chanting, and one golden word after another flew out of their pens and mouths, forming a line and entering Fang Yun's palace.

As the golden light fell, an arc of silver light flew out along the horizontal pen tip, like a curved arc blade, flying horizontally and cutting towards Bei Yihuang.

During the flight, the silver arc blade quickly grew larger, and finally it was a hundred miles long.

Wherever the silver arc blade passed, the earth froze, white frost spread, and all the flames formed by the previous battle were extinguished.

When the silver arc blade arrived in front of Bei Yihuang, the sword light was shining like a bright moon, with murderous intent, and the breath of destruction and destruction burst out in the sword light.

A flash of cold light, and the fourteen states were destroyed.

Clang!

The sword light slashed on the shell of Bei Yi Huang, forming a high-pitched sound, and Bei Yi Huang's body was slashed away. A deep horizontal gap was cut into the second layer of the shell, and cracks spread around the gap.

"Why can you still use war poems? Why is there the sound of all living things in the poem? Why..."

Bei Yi Huang didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and saw Fang Yun take a step forward, and in the blink of an eye, he swung his pen for the second time, and the golden light fell again, forming a more powerful golden Ning'an City, and the frost sword energy appeared again, forming in an instant and slashing on Bei Yi Huang's shell at a high speed.

Next, Bei Yi Huang looked at Fang Yun in disbelief, because Fang Yun's step was a war poem, and his strokes were a sword light.

The powerful great scholar's war poem was actually released continuously like a crossbow.

The sword light flashed randomly, continuously.

The lightning summoned by Emperor Beiyi before fell, only destroying the first layer of Jinguang Ning'an City strengthened by the Righteous Poem. The following Jinguang Ning'an City was superimposed and strengthened at an incredible speed.

Wenying Poem became Fang Yun's book, one stroke, one sword, one Ning'an.

As the sword light came out, there was a sound of breaking through the air.

At this moment, on Baiguan Island, there was continuous cold light and strange noises.

Emperor Beiyi completely became a living target, and one frosty sword energy after another fell on him, making him unable to avoid it.

He also tried to summon lightning to attack Fang Yun continuously, but Fang Yun's situation was already determined. Jinguang Ning'an City had accumulated too many layers, and the divine thunder was weaker than the other, and it was completely useless to Fang Yun.

Fang Yun walked forward step by step, approaching Emperor Beiyi step by step under the falling thunder.

The frosty light shone in the void.

"Why... How could such a war poem appear? What's the use of the forbidden magic tree..."

Emperor Beiyi was in a state of confusion and began to attack randomly while desperately resisting.

However, the Frost Sword Qi was too strong, and with the blessing of Fang Yun's various literary minds, as well as the power of Confucius Star, Demon Ancestor Star, and Dragon Saint Star, and the withered power left by the Phantom Demon Fang Yun, the power of each sword was close to the attack of the newly promoted emperor.

Fang Yun was no longer embarrassed, and the light in his eyes and the Frost Sword Qi reflected each other.

Chanting the ancients and praising the saints is one of the largest categories of human poetry. Many poems were formed into war poems because of chanting the saints, but these war poems appeared after the death of those saints. Occasionally, a semi-saint was chanted to form a war poem, but it was never passed down.

The semi-saint of the human race once predicted that once the living saints were chanted and formed into a war poem, and it was a war poem that was passed down from generation to generation, then the saints chanted would be favored by Wenquxing, and there would be no restrictions on using this poem.

No need for talent, no need for heaven and earth vitality, no need for chanting, no need for writing, no need to care about the shock of talent after continuous use... The only limitation is the place where Wenquxing shines.

This is the highest gift of Wenquxing.

If it were only like this, the power of this poem would not be enough to resist the holy power of Beiyihuang.

The reason why there are the shadows of scholars in the golden light and peace, and the reason why there are weak sounds of all living beings forming weak power of all living beings, is because of the vision formed by the Holy Xingwen Society.

All living beings resonate.

This vision integrates all the poems in the Holy Xingwen Society, allowing Fang Yun to greatly improve the power when using this war poem.

Not only that, this vision also gives this poem an additional power of Fang Yun, and the holy product literary mind is completed in one stroke.

From then on, all great scholars who use this poem can write it with a stroke of the pen, without spending any time writing.

Fang Yun recited a poem with every step he took, and his momentum continued to increase. After the golden light and tranquility accumulated to a certain level, the voices of the scholars reciting poems inside were deafening, full of piety and solemnity, as if Fang Yun had really become a semi-saint, as if Fang Yun had really become the god they worshipped.

Bei Yi Huang had no power to fight back, and when the holy power was exhausted, all the shells were broken.

A cold light flashed, and the frost sword energy split Bei Yi Huang's body into two.

"My body will not spare you!"

Bei Yi Huang shouted, and his body suddenly exploded, forming a rolling air wave, rushing in all directions.

The strong air wave fell outside the Jin Guang Ning An City, causing Jin Guang Ning An to dissipate layer by layer, but in the end there were still dozens of layers left.

Fang Yun put down his pen, stood still, and then used all his strength to check Bei Yi Huang's body and remaining power to prevent Bei Yi Huang from resurrecting again.

After a long time, nothing happened.

Fang Yun knew that Bei Yi Huang was finally dead.

"Hu..."

Fang Yun let out a long breath, slowly sat on Pingbu Qingyun, and directly put away the tortoise armor battle body to relax his body.

Fang Yun looked down at his body. His clothes had been burned long ago, and the surface of his skin was blue and purple. This was an injury that could not be recovered even after eating so many Shengshen Fruits. It can be seen how serious it is.

Now Fang Yun's body shape is just the same, but it may collapse at any time.

After eating so many Shengsheng Fruits and being attacked so powerfully, his body can't bear it at all, and he can only rely on medical books to keep his body running.

"Let's deal with the forbidden magic tree first."

Fang Yun used the methods recorded by the human race and spent a full two hours to destroy the forbidden magic tree and reabsorb the vitality of heaven and earth.

Fang Yun looked at the medicine garden where the holy body fruit grew. Now only by taking the holy body fruit can the body recover. If it is delayed for a long time, it is likely to leave the root of the disease. Even the half-saint may not be able to help him, at least the sub-saint must be able to help him.

"Next, it is to find a way to get the medicine."

Fang Yun sat on Pingbu Qingyun and slowly flew to the center of the medicine garden.

Along the way, Fang Yun looked at the one hundred giant coffins vigilantly. The coffin lids were closed, and it seemed that there would be no danger at present.