Saint of the Confucian way

Looking at these big pits and depressions, Fang Yun couldn't help thinking that someone said he saw a hundred mile long giant claw on Longya. Now think about it, it may be true.

In addition to huge footprints and rivers, that is, the ground and hills, there is no cloud in the sky, not even a trace of wind, and there is no noise between heaven and earth except the sound of waterfalls.

The waterfall fell into the valley and echoed.

Fang Yun looked down at the lake in the pit, recited a fast poem, and then ran to the next pit. It was empty, not even plants, and then ran to the third pit.

The third pit was an open space, and the fourth pit also had nothing. Fang Yun went to the fifth pit and found that there were some huge demon skeleton in the pit, and those bones stood completely in the center of the pit.

Galloping poetry can not only make people run faster, but also make people jump very high. Fang Yun found many foot drop points on the cliff of the pit, so he used the galloping war poetry to jump down.

When Fang Yun got close to the white bones, he found that these white bones were very huge. The complete bones were often twenty or thirty feet long. A complete giant elephant skeleton was forty feet long, just like a huge city wall standing there.

Fang Yun went to the giant elephant's leg bone, which was a foot wide.

Fang Yun stretched out his hand and tried to touch the white bone. As soon as his fingers touched it, there were clear cracks on the bone surface and made a clicking sound. Then there was a big hole in the leg bone, and then the whole leg bone was broken. Finally, the giant elephant skeleton collapsed like a hill.

Fang Yun retreated quickly in the dust.

Fang Yunxin knows that it has been too long, and the environment here is very special. Unless it is a demon family at the semi holy level, even the bones of the big demon king can not be intact in the open air. If they are buried in a special environment, they will become fossils like dinosaur bones rather than so fragile.

When the dust was gone, Fang carried it to the ivory and found that the ivory was broken into several sections.

There are too many white bones here. It seems that he can't find anything valuable. Fang Yun didn't give up. After thinking for a moment, he remembered that the bones in ancient places may condense into fist sized crystals called pith beads. They are useless to the Terrans, but they are urgently needed by the spirit bones. They can exchange many things with the spirit bones. Someone once used pith beads to exchange for thunder stones.

But there are many white bones of the demon family here, with hundreds of heads. It takes a long time to find the pith beads one by one, and there must be omissions.

Fang Yun thought about it, found an open space, took out the shaking gall Guqin and the piano seat, and then began to play the autumn wind tune.

At the beginning, there was no change around, but halfway through the play, a sad autumn feeling integrated into the tune and spread in all directions. This is a Jinshi wenbaoqin. After four times of talent infusion, the sound was high, and the vibration formed by the sound made the nearby white bones collapse one after another.

After the first play, Fang Yun continued to play. The vitality of the surrounding world was driven by the power of autumn wind tune. With Fang Yun as the center, the autumn wind blew in all directions.

Under the cloudless blue sky, Fang Yun played the piano in a desolate valley, and the strong wind blew all the sand and ashes away.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Fang Yun put away the bile organ and looked around. He found some fist sized pith beads on the ground, which were irregular spheres, like turbid white glass.

Fang Yun put away all the pith beads. There were sixteen.

In addition to these pith beads, there are some broken white bone pieces on the ground, which are extremely hard. Fang Yun takes them away together. These bone pieces are good things for making go chess pieces. After years of erosion, the boundless meaning is brewing. I don't know how many years, and the falling seeds can cause wind and rain. If you give it to the spirit bone, you can also exchange some good things.

Fang Yun walked along the usual road and was ready to leave, but suddenly stopped after taking dozens of steps, with a look of doubt on his face. Then he closed his eyes and slowly recalled.

After a while, Fang Yun finally showed a sudden look, thinking that no wonder he felt something wrong here at the beginning. The bones of so many giant animals were standing here intact. It was obvious that they were placed and could not die naturally. So why are they placed here?

Fang Yun immediately returned and remembered that the animal bones were facing the same direction, which was consistent with the huge claw print, so Fang Yun returned to the original place of the bones and walked slowly forward in the direction of the claw print.

As he walked, Fang Yun found that there was a place where the ground was flat but full of slight cracks, but there was no such place on the ground of the other four pits, because the power of the claw print was too strong, and the ground trampled by the claw print was extremely hard and there could be no cracks.

The crack is about five feet long and two feet wide.

"Is there something buried below?"

Fang Yun thought to himself and began to take out weapons to beat. He found that these stones were very hard. Even if these weapons were broken, he could only dig a small pit of one foot square.

Fang Yun had no way at all. After thinking about it, he left the big pit and went to the river. With strong water control force, he temporarily changed the flow direction and let the river flow to the fifth big pit.

The fifth pit has a new waterfall.

Finally, Fang Yun wrote the war poem "wind and rain dream war", but he deliberately retained his strength and only summoned 50 cavalry. Without weak water, the strength of cavalry is limited. Without a large amount of water, the strength of cavalry will be weaker. Now with a steady stream of water, the ice guns of these cavalry will be stronger, and the broken ice guns can be reunited immediately.

"I'm probably the first scholar to dig a hole with war poetry."

Fang Yun shook his head and commanded the cavalry with ice guns to dig a pit.

These cavalry are composed of vitality and water, and their strength is greater than Fang Yun. Although the ice gun is brittle, it is no worse than steel.

The number of cavalry is less, but it lasts longer.

There was a clang. These cavalry did not live up to Fang Yun's hope. They dug up a lot of gravel and dug a pit more than one person high until they exposed a section of white bone that could not be destroyed by an ice gun.

"Stop!" Fang Yun waved, and all the cavalry jumped out of the pit, and then turned into water.

Fang Yun jumped into the pit with a happy face. At the first glance, he judged that it was the keel, because there were dragon patterns on the exposed white bone surface. After a closer look, Fang Yun showed a surprise color that was hard to hide.

The dragon pattern on it is pure gold!

"The bone of a real dragon." Fang Yun was overjoyed.

"I think those huge demon family skeletons are buried with me. Sure enough! Who has such a big pen except the real dragon family! However, the bone is very small and seems to be a young dragon."

Fang Yun thought to himself. He immediately took out his long gun and slowly dug the soil around the white bone. The soil around the white bone is much softer than the upper stone. Fang Yun can easily dig it with a gun head.

Not long ago, a complete keel about Zhang appeared in the pit, and the bones were inlaid in the ground.

Because Fang Yun can't dig.

The skeleton has been buried for many years, but the dragon pattern still has a faint light. The strength of the keel is not weakened, but there is a surging majesty, forming a spiritual power to suppress Fang Yun's literary palace, which makes his thinking slow, it is difficult to control his body, and he has to retreat.

Fang Yun left the pit slowly, and the pressure disappeared.

Fang Yun gently wiped the sweat on his forehead and his face was pale, because just now, a dragon head virtual shadow appeared outside his Wen palace. The dragon head virtual shadow was almost broken after just looking at him.

"No, even the keel of the son of the Dragon saint can't be so powerful. Did the burials inject power? However, the nature of this power reminds me of this huge claw print. Did the keel absorb the power of the huge claw print?"

Fang Yun couldn't understand it, but anyway, he couldn't get the keel now. The pressure contained in the keel was too strong. If he forced to dig, he would probably be crushed by the powerful pressure. The power at that level, let alone raising people, could not even withstand the great Confucianism.

Fang Yun was unwilling to look at the White Gold keel in the pit.

"The sword of lips and tongues is a growing force that can keep pace with poetry, small words and literary treasures. The most important thing is to refine the sword, poetry and melt the sword, followed by Kaifeng poetry. Most people don't have the thing to melt the sword. Indiscriminate use of things will make the talent and ancient sword impure, and even the ordinary children of many holy families don't have the thing to melt the sword."

Fang Yun thought and glanced at the golden keel.

"Only those top family geniuses are qualified to obtain the fake keel, while the higher top geniuses have a complete dragon keel and sword refining poetry. Only by integrating the complete keel can the sword be like a dragon and become the strongest talent ancient sword. Just like Jianmei Gong, he constantly kills demons and sharpens the talent ancient sword with countless demon blood It's a sword that's barely weaker than an ordinary sword. I can't have as much time as Jianmei! "

"The power of poetry can be immediately revealed, but it's different. In addition to integrating into the keel, I can only rely on various gods or killing enemies the day after tomorrow. I don't have any skills. What I need is time and energy. If I integrate into the jiaokeel and refine it into a verbal sword, I can hardly catch up with the fierce king, let alone those more powerful people. Therefore, if I want to compare with those predecessors' talents The tongue sword must be integrated into the real keel! "

"It's really hard. I can't give up!"

Fang Yun frowned and thought, looking for a way to suppress the huge pressure.

Suddenly, Fang Yun took out the blood drop animal skin from his clothes and threw it to the keel without hesitation.

The blood drop didn't fall on the keel, but suspended a foot above.

An invisible shock wave came out of the keel and landed on the blood drop skin. The blood drop skin fluctuated like a wave. Then the ground of the whole huge pit shook slightly, and Fang Yun could not stand stably.

Suddenly, three drops of blood flew out of the animal skin and fought side by side like the comrades in arms of the animal skin. Together with the animal skin, they emitted a faint light and shrouded the keel.

A strange sound came from the keel. It was like the sound of mosquitoes and flies. It was very small. But when it reached the Wen palace, it was like the roar of the Dragon saint, which shook Fang Yunwen palace and made him dizzy.

After a while, Fang Yun woke up. If ordinary Jinshi heard this sound, the Wen palace would collapse.

Fang Yun fixed his eyes and saw that a dragon shaped virtual shadow flew out of the keel and integrated into the animal skin with three drops of blood.

The skin flopped on the keel.

The pressure of the keel disappeared.