Saint of the Confucian way

In front, 50000 demons are very aggressive. On the top of the heads of the demons of the five ancestral gods, there is a strange demon image composed of black fog, which is the ancestral fog image that can be called by the demons of the ancestral gods!

Only five demon princes have formed the terror power of millions of troops. Demons press ten sides and shock thousands of miles!

In the rear, there are the Dragon King Ao vortex and two demon princes who may take action at any time, as well as a Terran bachelor.

The full moon rose in Fang Yun's eyes and sent out a faint moonlight. He said calmly: "today, Ben Sheng first killed the demon barbarians in front, then killed the traitors, and then slaughtered the dragon of the United demon, Ao Huang, Zhang poyue and Peng zozhao. Are you willing to help me guard the rear?"

"The end is coming!" Zhang Po Yue answered loudly.

"The dragon is here!" Ao Huang said loudly.

"Peng Mou is!" Peng zozhao turns and faces the Dragon King Ao vortex.

"Others, just watch." Fang Yun took out the second holy page.

As soon as this remark came out, the Terran scholars were inexplicably surprised, while Lei Wu was furious. Fang Yuntai didn't pay attention to them. As for the Dragon King Ao vortex, he completely lost his mind. He opened his mouth and spewed out a lipstick with black dragon inflammation, pouring down like a flame waterfall.

"Small skills of carving insects!" Ao Huang opened his mouth to welcome him, and the Golden Dragon inflammation in the fire went up against the current. Although Ao Huang was only a dragon Marquis, one rank lower than the Dragon King, his dragon inflammation completely blocked the Dragon inflammation of Ao vortex.

Ao vortex said angrily, "Ao Huang, how dare you help the Terran attack me!"

Ao Huang sighed softly and said, "I won't kill you, but I can't allow you to kill Fang Yun. If Fang Yun dies, the dragon family and the human family will have a feud. Once the demon man destroys the human family, the dragon family may become the next target!"

"Fang Yun humiliated me so much that I will kill him! Even if you stop me, it's useless! Die!" Ao Huang spewed a mouthful of blood at the imperial edict of the dragon scale, and the dragon scale hummed. Finally, it expanded to a hundred feet, but it was like a mountain crashing down and pressing the top.

Ao Huang opened his mouth and flew up with a broken dragon tooth. However, the size of an ordinary man's arm easily lifted up the huge dragon scale.

Ao Huang smiled and said, "you are the top Dragon King. If I fight with you, it will be difficult, but as long as I resist for a moment, the victory will belong to us!"

The Dragon King Ao vortex smiled contemptuously and said, "a moment? After resisting for a moment, it's not me who lost, but those demon princes who tore you up! Eh..."

Ao vortex was suddenly frightened and hurriedly looked at the source that frightened him, the holy page in front of Fang Yun.

Ao Huang's real blood has dropped into the ink pool behind the inkstone turtle. The ink in the ink pool has been melted into a drop by the ink woman and sprayed on the great scholar's Wen Bao pen presented by LV Hanlin in the penalty hall.

The brush head is black and gold, emitting a faint smell of real dragon.

The inkstone Turtle was almost out of anger, because it had swallowed the corpse under the real dragon bully. The ink on his back had been brewing for so long, and it also had the smell of the real dragon. He usually collected it at the bottom of the inkstone pool and didn't let Fang use it, but the ink woman poured it well and brought all the power of the ink to Fang Yun.

With Fang Yun's pen, the wind and clouds surged, and an invisible force exploded from the sky, opening a large hole a mile around the dark cloud attracted by the Dragon King Ao vortex, and you can see the holy road chaos clouds higher up.

At the moment when the Dragon King Ao vortex saw it, Fang Yun picked up his pen to write.

Stay until autumn, September 8!

The whole city of Ning'an was hit hard.

The vitality of thousands of miles around gathered madly over Fang Yun. All the dark clouds attracted by the Dragon King Ao vortex were like the breath in the cold winter. When they first appeared, they were very thick, but soon dissipated. The thunder stopped and the rain stopped.

On the holy page, bright yellow cloud patterns emerge. It seems that there are endless mysteries in the cloud patterns. Each cloud pattern seems to carry the history of a family and record the rise and fall of a community.

I kill all flowers after they bloom!

Under the holy page, there seems to be a bright yellow little dragon swimming slowly in the holy page.

The Yishui River in front of Ning'an city suddenly burst open, like a dragon hitting the water, stirring up a water wall of tens of feet.

The chrysanthemum of the whole Ning'an city suddenly changed.

Except chrysanthemums, all the flowers die in an instant!

The dried and fallen chrysanthemums recover their vitality, the unopened chrysanthemums open immediately, and all the chrysanthemums leave the branches and rise slowly.

Ning'an city has been preparing for the Double Ninth Festival of September. Countless chrysanthemums have been accumulated in the city. In some places, chrysanthemums even fall to the ground like autumn leaves. Now, the chrysanthemums all over the ground are rising together.

The whole city was stunned by the strange scene.

The incense array is full of tranquility!

The strong fragrance of chrysanthemum spreads all over the area for a hundred miles. There is no fragrance of petals in the world to this extent.

In the fragrance of the flowers, the demon man aquarium in front suddenly slowed down, and a color of doubt appeared on his face. Each demon man felt that the world in front of him had become slightly blurred.

The city is full of gold armor!

Countless chrysanthemums in the city move gently with the wind in the air. The petals of chrysanthemums are very thin, but they make a sonorous and powerful sound of metal.

When the poem was finished, Fang Yun wrote the word "Fu Ju" on the top of the holy page, and put a drop of demon holy blood into the holy page.

The holy page did not absorb the holy blood, but the Yellow Dragon inside the holy page swallowed the holy blood, then floated out of the holy page and swallowed all the handwriting of the whole poem in one breath.

When autumn comes, September 8,

I kill all flowers when they bloom.

The fragrance array in the sky is peaceful and peaceful,

The city is full of gold armour.

While the Yellow Dragon devoured the text, layer after layer of treasure light covered the holy page.

Original Baoguang.

Home page Baoguang.

Holy Blood light.

Holy page Baoguang.

In addition, all the Baoguang formed by ink, Wenbao pen, inkstone turtle and calligraphy are only a layer of handed down Baoguang less than the previous Dinghai poetry.

Fang Yun's last imperial poem "chanting the sun" did not have all kinds of treasure lights, because it was not a war poem, but an imperial poem.

Both Imperial poetry and war poetry have another name.

"The emperor's war poetry!"

Countless readers exclaimed.

Ao vortex, the Dragon King, stared at the holy page with dementia, while Lei Wu was dazed.

All the demons in the distance hesitated, and the demon Marquis of the five headed ancestral gods stopped.

In the far north, over the temple of wolf killing, a huge white shadow slowly turned its head. Just a small action was full of endless majesty, like the changing track of sun, moon and stars.

After eating all the handwriting of the complete poem, Huang Xiaolong slowly rose, and the holy page slowly condensed into his body.

Then, the bright yellow little dragon's body gradually changed from bright yellow to dark yellow, just like the sunset sky.

Ao Huang's complexion changed greatly and suddenly retreated.

"Impossible..." he stared at the dark yellow dragon and muttered to himself.

The Dragon King Ao vortex looked at Lei Wu and nodded at the same time!

They realized that once the dragon was fully formed, they might be in danger.

It's better to start first!

"Poof..." Ao vortex spit out a mouthful of dragon blood again, but the dragon blood has a dark yellow color, which is full of war intention.

The Dragon fights in the wild, and its blood is dark and yellow.

Lei Wu is even more decisive. He directly uses bixuedanxin, which takes ten years of life. Behind him, there is a literary observatory. Above the literary Observatory is a misty sky, which is the power formed by the "divine power granted by heaven" branch of the holy way of semi Saint Dong Zhongshu's "heaven man induction".

The power of heaven, the power of kings, comes!

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