Ahead, the 50,000 demon barbarians are menacing, and the top of the head of the demon marquis of the five ancestral god clan has condensed a divine demon statue composed of black mist, which is the ancestral god mist statue that can be summoned by the demon marquis of the ancestral god clan!

The five-headed demon marquis has formed a terrifying power that only a million troops have, and the demons are overwhelming in all directions, and they are fierce and terrifying!

In the rear, there is the dragon king Ao Vortex and the two-headed demon marquis who may make a move at any time, as well as a Terran scholar.

The full moon rose in Fang Yun's eyes, emitting a faint moonlight, and he said calmly: "Today, this saint will first destroy the demons who came to commit the demon barbarians in front, and then punish the people who rebelled against the clan, and then slaughter the demon dragon, Ao Huang, Zhang Poyue, and Peng Gozhao, are you willing to help me guard the rear?"

"The end will be!" Zhang Poyue replied in a loud voice.

"Ben Long is here!" Ao Huang said loudly.

"Peng is here!" Peng turned to face the Dragon King Ao Vortex.

"Others, just look at it. Fang Yun took out the second holy page.

As soon as these words came out, the Terran scholars were inexplicably surprised, and Lei Wu was furious, this Fang Yun didn't take them seriously, and as for the dragon king Ao Vortex, he completely lost his mind, and opened his mouth to spew out a mouthful of red and black dragon flames, like a waterfall of flames pouring down.

"Carving insect skills!" Ao Huang opened his mouth to meet him, and the golden dragon flame in the fire went upstream. Although Ao Huang is only a dragon marquis, one rank lower than the dragon king, his dragon flame completely blocks Ao Xuan's dragon flame.

Ao Huang said angrily: "Ao Huang, you dare to help the human race attack me!"

Ao Huang sighed softly and said, "I won't kill you, but it's impossible for you to kill Fang Yun." If Fang Yun dies, the dragon clan and the human race will inevitably have a feud. Once the demons destroy the human race, the dragon race may become the next target!"

"Fang Yun insulted me like this, I will kill him! Even if you stop it, it's useless! Die!" Ao Huang spurted out a mouthful of blood at the dragon scale holy decree, and the dragon scale buzzed, and finally swelled to a hundred zhang square circle, which was obviously a thin piece, but it was like a mountain peak smashing down. Wan Jun pressed the top.

Ao Huang opened his mouth and squirted, and a broken dragon tooth flew up with a whirl, but the size of an ordinary person's arm could easily hold up the huge dragon scales.

Ao Huang smiled and said, "You are the peak dragon king, if I fight with you, it will be a little difficult, but as long as I resist for a while, the victory will be ours!"

Dragon King Ao Vortex smiled contemptuously and said, "After a moment? It's not that I'm defeated, it's that those demon marquis tore you alive!......"

Ao Vortex's heart suddenly jumped, and he hurriedly looked at the source that frightened him, the holy page in front of Fang Yun.

Ao Huang's true blood has dripped into the ink pool behind the inkstone, and the ink in the ink pool has been melted into a drop by the ink girl and sprayed onto the bachelor's Wenbao pen presented by Lu Hanlin in the torture hall.

The tip of the brush is black and golden, exuding a faint real dragon atmosphere.

The inkstone turtle was almost out of anger, because it had devoured the corpse of the True Dragon Overlord, and the ink on its back had been brewing for so long. also has the breath of a true dragon, he is generally stored at the bottom of the inkstone pond and is not allowed to use it, but the ink girl is good. took all the power of the ink in one pot and gave it all to Fang Yun.

Fang Yun held the pen, the wind surged, and an invisible force exploded from the sky. The dark clouds summoned by the dragon king Ao vortex opened a large hole with a radius of one mile, and the chaotic clouds of the holy path higher could be seen.

At the moment when Dragon King Ao Vortex looked at it, Fang Yun picked up the pen and wrote.

Stay until September 8 in autumn!

The entire city of Ning'an was shaken.

The vitality of a radius of thousands of miles frantically gathered in the sky above Fang Yun. All the dark clouds summoned by the dragon king Ao Vortex were like the haze in the cold winter, which was very thick when it first appeared, but quickly dissipated, the thunder stopped, and the rain stopped.

On the holy page, a bright yellow cloud pattern appeared, and the cloud pattern seemed to contain endless mysteries, each cloud pattern seemed to carry the history of a family and record the rise and fall of a world.

I kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom!

Underneath the holy page, there seemed to be a bright yellow dragon, swimming slowly within the holy page.

The Yishui River in front of Ning'an City suddenly exploded, like a dragon hitting the water, stirring up a wall of water for dozens of zhang.

The chrysanthemums in the entire Ning'an City suddenly changed.

Except for the chrysanthemums, all the flowers die instantly!

The dried and fallen chrysanthemums are rejuvenated, and the unopened chrysanthemums immediately open, and all the chrysanthemums leave the branches and slowly rise.

Ning'an City has been preparing for the Chongyang Chrysanthemum Festival on September 9, and countless chrysanthemums have accumulated in the city, and in some places even chrysanthemums fall to the ground like autumn leaves, all over the ground. And now, chrysanthemums all over the ground are rising together.

The whole city was stunned by this strange scene.

Cupola incense array through Ning'an!

The strong fragrance of chrysanthemums instantly spread all over the radius, and the fragrance of no petals in the whole world can reach this level.

In the midst of this floral fragrance, the demon barbarian water tribe in front of him suddenly slowed down, and a look of doubt appeared on his face, and each demon man felt that the world in front of him had become slightly blurred.

The city is full of golden armor!

Countless chrysanthemums in the city moved lightly in the air, and the petals of the chrysanthemums were very slender, but they made a sonorous and powerful metallic sound.

The poem was completed, and Fang Yun wrote the word "Fu Ju" on the top of the holy page, and put a drop of demon saint's blood into the holy page.

The holy page did not absorb the holy blood, but the yellow dragon inside the holy page opened his mouth to swallow the holy blood, and then surfaced out of the holy page, swallowing all the handwriting of the entire poem in one go.

Stay until autumn comes on September 8,

After my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers are killed.

Cupola incense array to Ning'an,

The city is full of golden armor.

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

The original Baoguang.

Home Baoguang.

Holy Blood Treasure Light.

Holy Page Treasure Light.

Then there are ink, Wenbao pen, inkstone turtle and calligraphy two realms and so on all the formation of the treasure light, only than the previous Dinghai poems less than a layer of heirloom treasure.

Fang Yun's last imperial poem "Yongri" does not have all kinds of treasures, because it is not a war poem, just an imperial poem.

It is both an imperial poem and a war poem, and has another name.

"Son of Heaven War Poem!"

Countless readers exclaimed.

The Dragon King Ao Vortex stared at the Holy Page with wide eyes, while Lei Wu stared blankly.

All the demons in the distance hesitated, and the demon marquis of the five-headed ancestral god clan actually stopped.

Far away in the north, above the Wolf Slaying Temple, a huge white shadow slowly turned its head, and just a slight movement was full of endless majesty, like the sun, moon and stars changing tracks.

After Ming Huang Xiaolong ate all the handwriting of the whole poem, he slowly rose, and the holy page slowly condensed into his body.

Then, the bright yellow dragon's body gradually changed color, gradually turning from bright yellow to dark yellow, like the sky about to set, a dusk.

Ao Huang's face changed drastically, and he retreated suddenly.

"Impossible......" he muttered as he stared at the dark yellow dragon.

And the dragon king Ao Vortex and Lei Wu glanced at each other and nodded at the same time!

The two realized that once the dragon was fully formed, they could be in danger.

Strike first!

"Poof......" Ao Vortex once again spit out a mouthful of dragon blood, but this dragon blood faintly has a yellow color, and it is true blood full of battle intent.

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

Lei Wu was even more decisive, directly using the Blue Blood Pill Heart, spending ten years of life, and a Wentai appeared behind him, and above the Wentai was a misty sky, which was the power formed by the half-saint Dong Zhongshu's "Heaven and Man Induction" Holy Dao Branch "Monarch Heavenly Grant", Jun Observatory.

The power of the heavens, the power of the king, is coming!.

(To be continued......)