Saint of the Confucian way

Ba Xia's position in the dragon family is the Dragon Emperor, and the demon position is equivalent to the ancestor of the ancient demon or the ancestor god of the demon man. They both belong to the great people called ancestors.

The tortoise demon Marquis used the means of the demon world to summon the power of overlord's blood, which is also the reason why the demon world believes that its own three Valley continuous battle will win.

But just before that, Fang Yun won part of the power of Wenxing longjue and the power of Donghai dragon saint to condense the Dragon Saint star position, which defeated the turtle demon marquis.

Fang Yun said, "I naturally know that you are all wizards and have the means to press the bottom of the box. However, this is the frost arena and the land of ancient demons."

Zhenhai Longwang cold sound channel: "Stupid. Any big arena must be relatively fair. Even if the dragon clan and the demon barbarian are the mortal enemies of the ancient demon, the big arena will not give you preferential treatment or suppress us. The reason why the ice clan is strengthened is not because they are the descendants of the ancient demon, but because they are the ice clan and can absorb the power of the cold ice. Even in the extremely cold place of the demon world, the ice clan will become stronger. The reason why the three big demon kings were killed before was only because they were too high. In those years, it often happened that the dragon clan or demon man killed the strong enemies of the ancient demon to win and leave the arena! This is the land of the ancient demon, but not your territory. "

"You're talking about a complete and independent arena, but you forget that it's already a cold ancient place. Every inch of land here contains the will of the ancestral slaughterhouse. Those coldness, those vitality of heaven and earth, and all the forces we can use will get close to the ancient demons because of the power of the ancestral slaughterhouse. The world is changeable, but you are stubborn." Fang Yun said.

The king of Zhenhai dragon sneered and said, "so I say you are stupid. Even if the world has changed, even if you are indeed close to the power here, the real function is nothing more than to make war poetry give a layer of treasure. What does this degree of enhancement mean to us?"

"In front of the Colossus of Zuling, even the new demon king with plenty of blood will die. It's no doubt that you get only a little enhancement. It's insignificant!" Lupo made no secret of his contempt.

"I actually have another word just now. This is the land of ancient demons, and I am a human race." Fang Yun's face is with a warm smile, like a gentleman's face and a spring breeze.

This sentence does not have much momentum, nor does it even contain much powerful power. It is an ordinary and ordinary sentence.

However, the expressions of the ten headed demon king and the town sea dragon king have slight changes.

Fang Yun is a Terran.

Terran is not a race that creates miracles, but a race that moves forward step by step and works hard bit by bit to turn accidental miracles into inevitable results!

When King Wen of Zhou was born, the demon man thought it was a miracle.

When Confucianism was born, demon man thought it was a miracle.

When a hundred schools of thought contend, the demon man still thinks it's a miracle.

When Confucianism, industrialists, Legalists, strategists, acrobats, doctors and other forces began to blossom and bear fruit in the Shengyuan continent, demon man found a problem.

All that is not a miracle, but the inevitable result of Terran's wisdom and diligence.

"You should think about it from the beginning. Is it easy to kill all the shrimp and crab soldiers of the ice clan, or to kill all you?"

The demons were stunned.

Bing Tong stared at Fang Yun with wide eyes. There was no need to think about this problem at all. Originally, from the beginning, Fang Yun's purpose was not to use these demon kings to stop the Bing family, nor was it the so-called competition between Snipes and mussels to make a profit.

Whether the ice clan or the blood demon man in the Shihan ancient land, the real left and right are only used to weaken the demon king exchanged by Fang Yun.

Since the acquisition of Binggong mountain, Fang Yun's real purpose has changed from fighting for the king of the ten colds to killing the murderers of Sanyu LianZhan.

"So what? It makes no difference."

"It's very different."

Fang Yun said, slowly sitting up straight. The breath of life is like the burst of the Yangtze River.

After a breath, Fang Yun's breath not only surpassed the positive state of mind, but also went further and became a top bachelor.

Bing Tong was stunned. Then he realized that Fang Yun should have recovered his strength long ago, but he has been pretending to paralyze the ice family demon king or other enemies.

The vast snow is like a mountain.

"No difference!" the Dragon King of Zhenhai said firmly.

"It's very different!"

When Fang Yun finished, a holy page floated in front, the inkstone turtle and ink woman appeared, the great Confucian Wenbao pen flew up, and a drop of golden holy blood fell into the holy page.

"It's a pleasure to enjoy the snow and drink tea in the cold ancient land. Fang wrote four poems for you. Please walk along the yellow spring road."

The demon kings are on alert. Unfortunately, they are still recovering slowly because they are seriously injured. They can't waste any strength. They can only defend first and find a chance to fight again. What's more, the real battle must be tested. Unless there is a certain reason, they can't fight with all their strength.

Zhenhai Dragon King, wolf Po and Hu Lan looked at each other and nodded gently. At the critical moment, they must use their strongest strength to break with one blow.

Fang Yun picked up his pen and wrote his first one interest poem.

"When six flying flowers came into the house, they sat and watched the green bamboo turn into Qiong branches. Now they can look up the high buildings and cover the evil roads in the world."

The demon kings are incomparably different. This is not a war poem. It's just about the poet sitting at home and seeing six snowflakes flying into the courtyard, making the bamboo covered by heavy snow like white jade. At this time, you can look up from a high place and see the branches and dangerous roads covered by heavy snow, making the world clean and tidy.

Although the feeling contained in this poem is not to kill the enemy, it also reposes the author's desire to do all evil things, but it is not a war poem after all.

Layers of precious light flickered on the holy page. The holy page absorbed a lot of the vitality of heaven and earth, burned brightly, and finally turned emptiness into reality, and saw a sudden increase in heavy snow between heaven and earth.

The snow on this mountain cliff is huge. There are palm sized snowflakes flying everywhere.

Now, those heavy snowflakes are stacked ten times more than before.

These snow flakes fly more rapidly and the edge is sharper. Each snow flake is equivalent to a blow from the demon handsome.

This poem has gained strength in the ten cold ancient places and even reached the level of great Confucianism.

The king of ten demons and the king of Zhenhai dragon laughed because the snow flakes couldn't even touch their bodies.

Zhenhai Dragon King smiled and commented: "You almost scared me at first, but now you almost made me laugh. Let me see the power of this poem. Yes, the snowflakes increased, the chill increased, and the snowflakes became stronger. The scope was also large, which was as large as that of great Confucianism and poetry. Yes. Oh, I forgot, this sentence 'cover all the evil roads in the world', can it be used for deception? I really can't see the scene far away , you can't even accurately perceive the distance hundreds of feet away. However, who needs to attack the enemy hundreds of feet away, just get close to you? "

Wolf po said with a smile: "this first battle poem is a lot of trouble for the ordinary demon king. We may keep getting lost, but we are not ordinary demon kings."

All the demon kings present laughed. The other eight demon kings were at least the son of God, even if they were not the ancestral blood. This level of magic would not affect their close combat at all.

Hu Li is silent. She is a master of magic. The magic of this poem is really mediocre, but it doesn't make sense to say that this poem is mainly to increase the number of snowflakes. After all, no matter how many snowflakes there are, it can't help the demon king.

Many demon kings became relaxed and continued to recover their strength while continuing to move towards Fang Yun.

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