The city of blood mist.

The distance of visibility has plummeted from fifty miles to twenty miles.

The crowd looked ahead.

Collapsed walls, broken stone pillars, houses with shaved roofs, shattered axes, broken sledgehammers...... The world is formed, but everything is covered in gray-white dust, and only a rough outline can be seen.

"The vicissitudes of life, in the end, there are ruins and broken walls left, it is not easy!"

"The dragon clan is worthy of being the lord of all worlds back then, how can ordinary buildings withstand the washing of time. ”

"This is only the entrance, and you can only see twenty miles, and if you go deeper into the ruins, you can see that the distance is much less, and it is even more dangerous. ”

Fang Yun walked forward, the dust accumulated an inch deep, almost level with the instep of his foot, and he kept making a muffled sound as he walked on the road.

All of them were powerful scholars, and the flying dust was easily dispersed by their power.

Behind the seven people, a series of clear footprints were left.

After walking a few steps, Yun Zhaochen suddenly stopped, and the rest of the people immediately stopped.

"Brother Yun, this is ......" Tan Hemu was very puzzled.

"This is the entrance, there will be no danger, it should be the weakest place around the Five Dragons Hall, and it may even be abandoned. You see, from the inside out, the damage to the building is getting worse and worse. ”

Fang Yun nodded slightly, he also found the characteristics of this entrance, but he was only Hanlin, so he didn't mention it.

"What Brother Yun said is that this is probably a place that has been abandoned, and it may not be long before it will break out of the power range of the Five Dragons Hall and completely disintegrate and shatter. Liu Shan said.

"So, here we don't need to be careful, use the fastest means to kick up dust and fragile objects, and then use the war poems to split up to find out if there are any treasures and artifacts. Perhaps even the broken metal could be of great benefit from the Sacred Courtyard. "Yun Zhaochen said.

"That's a good idea! I support it! You can only enter the Dragon Clan Hall once, who cares what happens in the future!" Lian Pingchao's face showed excitement.

Yun Zhaochen looked at Fang Yun.

Fang Yun didn't speak, continued to look at these buildings, and quickly said: "Most of the buildings here are not high, and the style is not very gorgeous, it is obviously not a place where the dragon clan lives. It is very likely that the subordinate race of the dragon clan lived or worked in the past. If it can be solved as soon as possible, it won't be too much of a problem. ”

The other five didn't pay much attention to it, but Yun Zhaochen seemed to have taken a reassuring pill, and said: "Then let's use the war poems that can attract strong winds to blow away the dust, and then call out the war poetry soldiers to help collect them." From here to the Five Dragons Hall, it should be more than five hundred miles, and it is impossible for us to move forward at full speed, not missing an hour or two. Also, you can get to know more about the place by searching at the entrance. Far better than aggressiveness. "Yun Zhaochen said.

Ye Fangge nodded and said, "I support Zhaochen." If we leave this entrance and enter the outskirts of the ruins, we will be in danger and flee in disarray. But if you gain something here, even if you escape, you won't return empty-handed. ”

The old man agreed. Tan Hemu said.

Fang Yun did not object, the scholar of the heart path is the scholar. Even if he is eroded by the power of blood, his mind is very clear. Understand the maximization of benefits.

"Okay, let's play "Song of the North Wind" together. Qiu Meng said.

Yun Zhaochen looked at Fang Yun and said: "You are just Hanlin, the power of war poems is limited, so you don't need it, after we use the wind to blow, you can recite some war poems and generals." Pick up anything. According to the rules, what you get at the entrance will be divided equally, and you will not be missing. ”

The rest of the people didn't say anything, it was the rule, as long as it didn't involve the treasures of the battle. and all shall divide it equally.

That Lian Pingchao glanced at Fang Yun unhappily, snorted lightly, revealing obvious dissatisfaction, but he didn't open his mouth to reprimand.

Fang Yun glanced at Lian Pingchao, the scholar glared back at Fang Yun, then put down the baffle on his chest, and took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from Hanhu Bei to write war poems, and the other six people were like this.

Fang Yun didn't start writing, not to mention that he didn't master a wide range of wind war poems, even if he did, it would be useless, because the strength between Hanlin and the scholars was far apart, and the most obvious point was that a few of the scholars' war poems had the power to destroy a small city, but Hanlin couldn't reach it.

Seeing that the six people completed the war poem "Song of the North Wind" one after another, the temperature dropped sharply within a radius of ten miles, and a little snowflake appeared out of thin air, and then the wind carried the snowflakes in all directions, kicking up all the dust.

The dust on the ground is disappearing at a breakneck pace.

Even if the six scholars deliberately weakened the power of "The Song of the North Wind", this was a battle poem of the scholars after all, and a large number of objects such as weapons, wood, and stones covered in dust were shattered.

Some of these items belonged to the gods back then, but because they were not sealed, they had long been corroded by external forces, turned into a large amount of dust or debris, and were blown high into the air by the north wind.

The north wind was still snow-white at first, and then it was filled with countless dust, sweeping forward like a sandstorm, enveloping the heavens and the earth for dozens of miles, forming a wall of dust and moving forward.

Walls of ash and blood-colored mist.

The five-fold north wind groaned and blew the front clean.

There was no dust on the ground, but there was a lot of rubble, which the wind could not blow.

Fang Yun looked ahead attentively, and soon his eyes moved, as if he had found something.

"It's a pity, there must have been some lighter artifacts blown away. Liu Shan said.

"There's no pity, even if we don't blow the dust away, we won't be able to find those lighter fetishes. ”

"Let's release the war poet soldiers immediately. ”

Fang Yun didn't hold the pen, but prepared to use the export chapter, because the export chapter would not form a treasure light, the power would be weakened, and his identity would not be exposed.

In the vicinity of yesterday's dragon pattern rice field, Fang Yun decided with Yun Zhaochen that he would not reveal his strength until he had to, for example, now Fang Yun only exposed Hanhu Bei, and the drinking river shells were still hidden, like those fog butterflies, ink girls and inkstone turtles did not appear.

Fang Yun looked at these scholars and saw that three of the six scholars used the famous war poem "Out of the Car" in the Book of Songs.

"I'll get out of my car, and I'll be in the pasture...... Out of the car Peng Peng, the central ...... The king's affairs are difficult, let alone start to live ......"

This poem tells the story of King Xuan of Zhou's crusade against the enemy, from the initial pre-battle preparations to the final return of the class to the dynasty.

This poem is long, after the poem was written, more than 1,000 chariots of the Zhou Dynasty appeared in front of each scholar, pulled by war horses, one person drove the chariot, and two people held the chariot.

This thousand chariots were enough to outwhelm more than five thousand infantry.

The other three scholars each used their own war poems, and the number of them was more than 2,000, and the war poems of Naqiu Meng could even summon 5,000 soldiers.

The number of soldiers in Hanlin's war poems is still counted in hundreds, but the soldiers and generals summoned by a university scholar are often thousands, and the war poems of Confucianism can at least call out tens of thousands of soldiers.

Fang Yun thought for a while, and recited an ordinary Hanlin war poem "Song of Fighting Barbarians" that he learned from the Holy Temple, calling out more than 300 war poems, which was far less than six scholars.

After that, everyone continued to chant war poems, and soon each scholar controlled tens of thousands of war poetry soldiers to look for treasures at the entrance of this area, while Fang Yun could only control more than a thousand war poetry soldiers, and the efficiency was far less than that of six scholars.

(To be continued......)