Saint of the Confucian way

Blood mountain ancient land.

In dozens of Terran cities, even if there is a heavy rain, countless scholars also rush to the holy temple, because there are constantly scholars blooming spring thunder on their tongue.

"My blood is ancient, there are handed down war poems!"

"There are war poems handed down..."

The spring thunder, full of complex feelings, constantly exploded over the cities of xuemangguti.

From the very high altitude of Xuemang ancient land, only the ruins of Longcheng did not rain.

In the ruins, some Terrans and demons are fighting with war statues. Some are lucky and encounter only a few war statues, but some are very unlucky. They are besieged by countless war statues, and even some powerful golden armor war statues.

In the center of the ruins of the Dragon City, the zhensin hall stands still. In the back hall, the demon kings of the fierce tooth tribe and the hundred demon tribe constantly search for things. Different from the orderly human race, these demon kings take and put any good things lightly. When they see good things, they try to put them in Hanhu shellfish. If they can't put them in Hanhu shellfish, they put them in a big bag and carry them on their back.

From time to time, the demon king fought because of the treasure, which attracted the onlookers of other demon kings.

In the first dungeon, everything was quiet, everything was shrouded in blood fog, and no one could see everything 200 feet away.

Fang Yun sat on the desert war horse and stopped at the edge of a cage.

Fang Yun stared at the war horse under him. He was very satisfied with everything except the crescent marks on the black horse's forehead.

"Although the demon king can fly outside the ruins of the Dragon City, he can't fly fast enough to run on the ground unless he becomes a big demon king. As long as my speed is faster than the demon king's flight speed, the demon king will have to chase on the ground, but once I chase on the ground, it will be slowed down by silver sand. Especially for ordinary Han Lin, their enemies are basically demon Hou and demon Shuai, and most of them can't fly. Once I enter The silver sand range is equal to losing the pursuit ability. This kind of slow-moving war poetry has never been handed down. Once it is popularized, it will be enough to make the power of the Imperial Academy a higher level. "

Fang Yun showed a happy smile. This deceleration silver sand can not only be used to escape, but also be used to prevent the enemy from escaping. It is bound to replace the previous Hanlin gallop poetry.

Then Fang Yun looked at the cage.

There is only a huge shell in the cage, which is thirty feet long. Fang Yun can't recognize the specific species. It seems that it is a Beng family, so he can only be called the king of ancient shells.

Among the aquarium, the turtle demon and the shell demon have strong protection ability. Fang Yun saw an ancient turtle king on the road. The body died, but the turtle shell still has a glimmer. The ancient shell King's shell is also very strong, but with the passage of time, there is still a gap between the two shells.

In the gap, there was a glimmer of blue.

If anyone or the demon family passed by, they would leave directly, but Fang Yun stopped and looked for a good angle. From the gap of the shell, they saw a piece of blue and white stars.

Fang Yun looked around. No one took out the wooden box entrusted to him by the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, but after thinking about it, he put it back and began to recall the Dragon inscriptions.

After a while, Fang Yun opened his mouth to pronounce. His voice was very strange, and he carried the sound of thunder and wind every time.

After repeated attempts for more than ten times, the prison door in front suddenly snapped open.

Fang Yun looked happy and hurriedly pushed the door. He was helpless to find that the prison door was still.

"Is there another mechanism?" Fang Yun looked at it carefully for a while, showing a look of sadness and laughter. He found that it was not as complex as he thought, but his strength was not enough. Opening this door needed the power of the demon king at least.

Fang Yun immediately wrote a dream of wind and rain, and easily opened the door under the impact of cold iron knight and water.

Fang Yun quickly walked in, gently broke off the huge shell, and a piece of starlight spread out in front of him.

Fang Yun carefully entered the shell and came to a pearl about three inches in diameter.

The texture of the pearl is as dark blue as the ocean, but there are countless moving stars inside, projecting bright light outward.

Starlight pearl.

The use of starlight pearl itself is not big, but because it is extremely beautiful, rare and expensive, a starlight pearl can exchange tens of thousands of ancient demon slaves.

However, for Fang Yun or all ethnic groups now, starlight pearls are too precious.

Starlight pearl can store part of the memory of the king!

Fang Yun does not hesitate to release dragon power and talent to form a dual power to wrap the starlight pearl.

After all, the inheritance of negative Yue is only the memory of the negative Yue family. Although it is mixed with the things of ancient demon families, there is no memory inside the dragon city. If this star Pearl contains the memory of the Dragon City, even if it is only the memory of the first dungeon, it is no less than a university scholar's treasure.

Fang Yun is eager to enter the second floor as soon as possible. The Dragon inscriptions only record some simple things, and there is no map of the dungeon at all.

After picking up the Pearl, Fang Yun didn't move. Instead, he locked the door from the inside, took a deep breath, held it in his hands, and pasted the starlight pearl on his forehead.

Boom

Fang Yun only felt a mountain hit his forehead, turned his eyes and fainted.

Fang Yun felt that he had a dream. He dreamed that countless memory pictures appeared in front of him. Some memory pictures were unclear and naturally broken, and some memory pictures were very clear and completely remembered by himself.

In the world of rare books, there is one more book, and all the pictures in the memory are branded in the book.

Finally, the memory is completely rubbed by the book, and three words appear on the cover of the book.

Pearl.

After a while, Fang Yun opened his eyes and smiled at the corners of his mouth.

"The ancient shell king is actually a slave of the dragon family. Most of his memories are useless now, but if he can enter the dragon city or encounter other ruins of the Dragon City, he can be as good as a semi Saint Wen Bao! Even the current four seas dragon saint can't understand the Dragon City better than an ordinary slave in those years! Although his memory doesn't have a complete picture of the dungeon on the first floor, he can confirm that the entrance on the second floor below the first floor is probably What direction. "

Fang Yun went to the door of the cage and was about to leave, but he turned back. Then, in the way of Gubei nationality in memory, he circled around Gubei king and sang a funeral song before he stopped.

At the moment when Fang Yun finished singing, the shell body of the ancient shell king turned into a pool of water, slowly flowing in all directions and soaking the soles of Fang Yun's shoes.

"Thank you for your memory."

Fang Yun turned and left.

Out of the cage, Fang Yun rode on the desert horse and rushed to the general direction of the entrance on the second floor.

Before walking a hundred feet away, a voice that made the teeth sour sounded. Then I saw a knight as high as ten feet and a team of infantry as high as eight feet rushed out of the blood fog.

The first cavalry was dressed strangely. To be exact, he was naked, because his whole body was bound by black chains. He was not a man, but a strange creature with a giant ape on the upper body and a giant horse on the lower body.

"Prison patrol general!" Fang Yun recognized the murderer.

Eight dark chains fell on the ground behind the prison general, while two chains were dragged behind the other twelve jailers. As they moved forward, the chains rubbed against the ground and made a clatter.

Prison guards are basically fish heads, far less powerful than prison patrol generals.

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