The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2790 The Capital City is Heavy

The ten tentacles grew longer and thicker as they stabbed at Fang Yun. When they were in front of Fang Yun, they stuck together like a giant tree with a diameter of more than 100 feet, crashing down with a bang.

However, Fang Yun did not use his exquisite fighting skills to target other emperors before, but stood still and immediately released his thoughts on his family, country and the world, while doing three things at the same time.

He wrote "Three Capitals Fu" out of thin air with a stroke of genius, chanted "Three Capitals Fu" fluently, and wrote "Three Capitals Fu" on paper.

Because of the influence of the power of the holy product that was completed in one go and in one stroke, the three protective war poems of the first Confucian scholar of the human race were formed almost at the same time.

Just above Fang Yun, the capitals of the three kingdoms of Wei, Shu and Wu were stacked up layer by layer, not nine layers of protective power, but eighteen layers.

The power of Wen Xin's old tricks was stimulated, and each war poem formed an additional war poem with a power equivalent to 90% of the power of the original body.

The eighteen-layer capital city is majestic and magnificent, recreating the heyday of the three capitals during the Three Kingdoms period. The city is bustling with traffic, and the city walls are guarded by thousands of troops, and the national destiny is magnificent.

Eighteen translucent capital cities are stacked in the air, like a huge crown, crowning Fang Yun.

Fang Yun stands alone, like the emperor of the sea of ​​sin.

The nine-day gate opens the palace, and people from all over the world pay tribute to the crown.

"Boom!"

Ten tentacles pierce the crown of the eighteen-layer capital city.

The eighteen-layer capital city is shaking, and a large amount of sea water is surging in all directions, the seabed sinks, and the sea sand rises.

After Wu Tang retracted his tentacles, he was stunned.

Because, the eighteen-layer capital city is not broken into pieces, and not a single brick falls.

With the blessing of various literary minds and various powers, the defense power of the eighteen-layer capital city far exceeds the first realm, and even exceeds the second realm, infinitely close to the third realm.

"Human poetry is so powerful?" Wu Tang couldn't imagine it, as he was the incarnation of the Saintly War Soul.

Fang Yun looked at Wu Tang calmly and said, "You, the Dark Squid Clan, are most proud of your ability to regenerate infinitely. Even if you are chopped into meat sauce, you may be completely resurrected, which is countless times stronger than ordinary flesh and blood rebirth. However, you forgot one thing. You are now a soul body. Without flesh and blood, you have lost the ability to regenerate infinitely. So, when I saw you, I was not surprised, but puzzled. Who gave you such great courage to face me?"

After Fang Yun finished speaking, the Sand Boat under his feet accelerated suddenly, the waves behind him exploded, and the Ancient Sword of Sin in front of him was like a bloody giant blade, slashing towards Wu Tang.

Various jades appeared behind Fang Yun, including the Glacier Horse, the Green Sword, the Snow-Slashing Sword, etc., and they continued to release powerful war poems to attack.

At the same time, Fang Yun held the Zixia Pen in his right hand and waved it continuously. Frosty sword lights split the sea and waves, and flew towards Wu Tang one after another.

Fang Yun's lips opened and closed, and his eloquence and eloquence constantly transformed the great scholar's war poem into various attacking forces, including the blade of the sky, meteorites, endless mountains, and endless tsunamis...

In just a few breaths, Wu Tang was surrounded by the brilliance of Fang Yun's war poems.

"Foolish human race, how do you know the power of the half-saint! Dark Holy Realm!"

Wu Tang's voice was in the treasure chest in the sky, and then, endless ink was seen erupting from where Wu Tang was.

The powerful ink instantly polluted the ocean for hundreds of miles, and continued to spread at a speed exceeding three rings, soon covering a thousand miles.

Not far away, there was a war soul in the dark waters, and the body immediately lost contact with the outside world, unable to see or hear, and even the divine consciousness could not leave the body, as if blocked by a thick wall. The most terrifying thing is that the Dark Holy Realm is full of poison. The emperor's war soul can still hold on for dozens of breaths, and those below the emperor will die if they touch it.

The release of the power of the Holy Realm means that the incarnation of the Half Saint has the confidence to defeat all creatures below the Half Saint.

Fang Yun stood in the dark and dark Holy Realm, and the powerful Holy Power rippled in the sea, constantly eroding the eighteen capitals.

The eighteen capitals slowly disintegrated and peeled off from the outside to the inside, silently, like a burnt white paper leaving only black ash, which would dissipate with a gentle blow.

"Fang Yun, you may be the best among the emperors and the genius among the human race, but in the eyes of the saints, you are just a corpse! You underestimated the saints! When the war poem above your head disappeared, it was you...ah..."

In the dark sea not far away, Wu Tang suddenly screamed, and saw the Ancient Sword of Sin cut off one of his tentacles, and at the same time chopped it randomly, completely destroying his tentacles.

Wu Tang only had nine tentacles left.

"This is impossible!" Wu Tang was furious, and his tentacles extended again to catch the Ancient Sword of Sin, but the Ancient Sword of Sin flew back to Fang Yun like a nimble fish.

Wu Tang screamed, "How can you control your tongue sword? In this Saint's Dark Holy Realm, vision and hearing are blocked. The reason you can hear my words is that I want you to hear them. At the same time, it will also block your divine thoughts and prevent your divine thoughts from being released! Why can you still control your tongue sword to sneak attack the Half Saint! What treasure did you use!"

Fang Yun smiled slightly and rushed straight to Wu Tang, saying, "If it was your real body that descended, the Dark Holy Realm that was released could indeed easily block my divine thoughts, but this level of power is simply a sieve with air leaking everywhere in my eyes."

Nawutang sensed it carefully and said in shock: "Why is your spiritual thought so powerful! Why is it so condensed! It is like a sharp blade, penetrating my dark holy world! This kind of divine thought can only appear in the legendary world. Fishing Sea Weng... I remembered. There are rumors that you learned the sea fishing technique from the Devourer of the Void! But this is impossible. How many days have passed? How can you learn that? The secret of the holy way? There must be some big secret in you. From today on, it belongs to me!"

Wutang's nine arms and legs were raised high and quickly became thicker and larger. The tips of the arms and legs quickly expanded and became bloated. Finally, they condensed into a thousand-foot giant hammer and slammed into Fang Yun.

This time, Fang Yun did not resist, but quickly evaded to the right while continuing to attack Wutang.

"No! Why can you see me? Your spiritual thoughts are obviously condensed into threads and can only control the tongue sword. Why can you see me and my attacks from above!"

Fang Yun's eyes were gleaming, and he said: "I'm sorry, in my opinion, your Dark Holy World is nothing but rubbish!"

While Fang Yun was speaking, war poems flew out continuously like a barrage of cannons.

Due to the continuous strengthening of war poems such as adding insult to injury, opening up new territories, being close to the end of the world, being as stable as Mount Tai, etc., Fang Yun's power far exceeds that of the Great Confucian Period of the Five Realms.

Rays of poetic rays of light flew through the water, falling continuously on Wutang's huge body.

Since the power of decay is hidden in Fang Yun's war poems, once it touches Wutang's body, it will inevitably cause irresistible damage to it.

One could see small pits appearing one after another on Wutang's huge arms and legs, and white smoke was rising.

The power of decay continues to corrode its body.