Saint of the Confucian way

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Fang Yun's voice was not loud, only ten words, but all Jinshi couldn't help but look forward to it.

Every word of Fang Yun is like an exciting poem, and every sentence is like a Zhuang Xing word.

But in the blink of an eye, the battlefield changed.

After the ten magma balls hit the ground, they flow slowly, cool and solidify quickly, and it seems to form gray rocks.

Suddenly, the poem tripod over Fang Yun moved slightly, and the word "poem" on the tripod burst out white light that only Fang Yun could see, all over the battlefield, and formed a sound that everyone could hear at the same time.

Thousands of miles around, jade shook and metal hissed.

"Golden voice and jade vibration!"

Poetry tripod can not only improve the realm of poetry, but most importantly, it can add strange power to poetry that even semi saints can't fully control.

Because the sentence "golden sound and jade vibration" is the great power named after the words of the Asian Saint Mencius praising the sage Confucius, and its power is immeasurable.

At that time, Fang Yun inspired the most preliminary golden voice and jade vibration with the song "butterflies love flowers * spring scenery", and this poem Ding directly gave the poem the power of a higher realm.

The surface of the lava that was about to cool suddenly cracked and the ground rose to form a new crater!

All demons and Terrans were stunned, and ten new volcanoes with a diameter of 100 feet were rising slowly!

Each new volcano began to spew out huge magma balls, and each magma ball accurately landed in the demon barbarian group.

Several demon princes joined hands to attack a magma ball, which suddenly exploded, but the influence range of the magma ball was larger, and there were more dead and injured demons. The demon princes who attacked the magma ball were hit by small pieces of magma and screamed and burned to ashes.

Demon Marquis can absolutely resist ordinary magma, but the magma formed by Fang Yun's war poetry is far stronger than ordinary magma.

Ten volcanoes, each spewing out ten magma balls with a diameter of 50 feet!

A hundred giant magma balls rained all over the field, fell to the ground and quickly connected into a piece of lava ground.

Whether plague corpse soldiers or living demon barbarians, they were hit by the ball of magma, or blocked by lava all over the ground, and all were burned.

At the end of the battle, there were screams of demons everywhere.

Soon, there was no sound at all. Many black bones floated in the bright magma.

At the moment, the strength of the Lord of plague has not been restored. No matter how strong the power of plague is, it is difficult to resist this almost natural disaster like power, which is completely destroyed by magma.

Four of the five members of the Lei family controlled by the plague Lord were burned alive by magma, but the "thunder gravel" stood in the air and lava could not be hurt.

"You won this battle. But the final victory must belong to the saint!" the Lord of the plague took a deep look at Fang Yun, erupted a thick plague airflow around him and flew to the demon mountain.

"Finally survived!" Li Fanming sat down on the ground and lay down without moving.

"Hoo..."

Many Jinshi heaved heavily, sat on the ground and closed their eyes.

Except for those middle-aged Jinshi who have rich practical experience, most of the other Jinshi are depressed. Since the ten countries' Jinshi joined hands, they have been fighting for several hours, which is beyond their limit.

"Fang Xusheng, your last war poetry power has increased dozens of times, and your power has been close to the power of university scholars and poetry in a small range, but thanks to the power of Shizu?"

"Yes." Fang Yun was weak and sat back on the Zhengxin seat, and his breath became thicker. After the number of volcanoes increased from one to ten, his talent poured out like a river, and finally stopped because of his lack of talent. Fang Yun had a feeling that if he had enough talent, the last 100 magma balls would turn into 100 volcanoes!

Many Jinshi who didn't rest immediately stared at Fang Yun and couldn't describe the shock in their hearts with any words.

In those days, Xiang Yu took the path of military strategists to learn "ten thousand enemies", but Fang Yun reached the level of ten thousand enemies when he was a scholar, which was terrible.

Seeing that Fang Yun was very tired, they didn't ask him again, but whispered.

"What a terrible volcanic poem. It's just like the most talented Hanlin's all-out attack."

"The power of holy page, holy blood and Shizu is really powerful. Can we say that the reward of Shizu is that you can use Jin shengyuzhen anytime and anywhere?"

"There must be other conditions for using jinshengyuzhen. If it can be used anytime and anywhere, Fang Xusheng has led us to the demon mountain."

"Worthy of being the ancestor of poetry..."

"By the way, I advise you not to read the spring hunting list."

The scholars were stunned. They realized something and looked at the spring hunting list together.

At this time, the value of the spring hunting list is 100000, which can't stop at all, far faster than any previous increase.

Fang Yun killed too many demons this time.

More than 20000 demons are very handsome. Each end has a hundred list values. Four hundred thousand plague corpse soldiers, more than 150000 demons, and each demon will have five list values.

Fang Yun's song "passing through the volcano" is worth 3 million!

Yan Yukong smiled bitterly and said, "look, the list value of Jingguo is more than that of our nine countries combined!"

"If an individual can also participate in the spring hunting of Jinshi in ten countries, the virtual saint will have a list value of more than 3 million, ranking first in the ten countries! I don't want to live!" Kong De Tiandao.

"What is an enemy country? I've seen it thoroughly today."

"The country is unparalleled, the real country is unparalleled."

"If we don't fight, we can't fight at all!"

"If we die in the hunting ground today, we will be famous. For example, when future generations introduce me, they will say, brother, do you know Li Fanming? That's the Jinshi who died in the mythical battle of Fang Xusheng's creation of 4 million list value."

"We may not die! If there is a square empty saint, we will have hope!"

"Shou Yu, what is our hope now?"

Ji Shouyu flashed a different color in his eyes. He looked at Fang Yun and said firmly, "there was no hope at all, but now there is 10% hope to get out of the hunting ground alive!"

"What? Ten percent? What's the difference between this and hopelessness?"

"Is it too little?"

People can't believe it.

"A group of Jinshi were calculated by the soldiers and hunted separately by the plague Lord. The odds of winning 10% are very high! Very high! So high that even half saints won't believe it." Ji Shouyu's tone was very solemn.

"They say you are the most outstanding descendant of Wenwang family for thousands of years. They even say that your eyes can see the future. What should we do next?"

Everyone looked at Ji Shouyu with expectation. It can be said that Ji Shouyu contributed greatly to the hope of the Jinshi. If Ji Shouyu had not found the Lord of the plague, they would have been killed by the Lord of the plague by sinister means.

"How? I don't know. Wait until Fang Yun wakes up."

"But he is not a descendant of King Wen. He can't see the future."

"Maybe he can't see the future, but the future I see has been changed by him!" Ji Shouyu's eyes are brighter than the full moon.

They were stunned and didn't know why. They just felt that this was extremely shocking, which was more shocking than Fang Yun's writing of Qi returning poems and the formation of golden voice and jade vibration.

"Can he really change the future?"

"He can!" Ji Shouyu's voice was resolute and sonorous.

Yan Yukong looked at Fang Yun, smiled and said, "in the comet corridor of the holy ruins, we just looked at his back, watched him move forward step by step, and set foot on a new future with our own feet!"

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