The status of the tyrant in the dragon clan is the dragon emperor, and the demon position is equivalent to the ancestor emperor of the ancient demon or the ancestor god of the demon barbarian, and he also belongs to the ancestor of the big man. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Turtle Demon Marquis used the means of the Demon Realm to summon the power of the bloodline of the Tyrant, and it was also the reason why the Demon Realm thought that his own Sangu would win the battle.

But just before that, Fang Yun obtained part of the power of the Wenxing Dragon Lord, and obtained the power of the East China Sea Dragon Saint to condense the Dragon Saint Star Position, and only then did he defeat the Turtle Demon Marquis.

Fang Yun said: "I naturally know that you are all immortal geniuses, and you have the means to press the bottom of the box. However, this is the Frost Arena, the land of ancient demons. ”

The Dragon King of Zhenhai said coldly: "Ignorance. Any big arena must ensure relative fairness, even if our dragon clan and demon barbarians are the mortal enemies of the ancient demons, the big arena will not treat you favorably, let alone suppress us. The reason why the Ice Clan is strengthened is not because they are descendants of the ancient demons, but because they are Ice Clan, they can absorb the power of ice, and even if they reach the extremely cold place of the Demon Realm, the Ice Clan will still become stronger. The reason why the three-headed demon kings were killed before was simply because their demon position was too high. Back then, it was not uncommon for dragons or demon barbarians to kill ancient demon rivals and leave the arena victoriously! This is the land of ancient demons, but it is not the territory of your fortune. ”

"You are talking about a complete and independent arena, but you have forgotten that this is already the Ten Cold Ancient Land, and every inch of land here contains the will of the Ancestral Emperor Slaughtering Court, those cold qi, those heaven and earth vitality, all the power we can use, will be close to the ancient demon because of the power of the Ancestral Emperor Slaughtering Court. The world is fickle, but you are stubborn. Fang Yundao.

The Dragon King of Zhenhai sneered, "That's why I said you were ignorant. Even if there is a change in one realm, even if you are indeed close to the power here, the real effect is nothing more than the equivalent of giving the war poetry an extra layer of treasure, and this level of enhancement is nothing more than what is it for us?"

"In front of the Ancestral Spirit Colossus, even the newly promoted Great Demon King who is full of qi and blood will definitely die, and it is insignificant that you have gained a mere enhancement!" Wolf Po did not hide his contempt.

"I actually said just now, this is the land of ancient demons, and I am a human race. Fang Yun had a warm smile on his face, like a gentleman showing his face, and the spring breeze was blowing.

This sentence does not have much momentum, and it does not even contain any powerful power, it is an ordinary and ordinary sentence.

However, the expressions of the Ten-Headed Demon King and the Zhenhai Dragon King both changed slightly.

Fang Yun is a human race.

The human race is not a race that creates miracles, but a race that moves forward step by step, little by little, and can 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, the demon man thought it was a miracle.

When a hundred schools of thought contended, the demon man still thought it was a miracle.

When the forces of Confucianism, workers, legalists, soldiers, miscellaneous families, doctors, and so on blossomed and bore fruit in the Shengyuan Continent one after another, the demon barbarians found a problem.

All this is not a miracle, it is the inevitable result of the wisdom and hard work of the human race.

"You should think about it from the beginning, is it easier to kill all those shrimp soldiers and crabs of the Ice Clan, or is it easier to kill all of you?"

The demons were stunned.

Bing Tong stared at Fang Yun with wide eyes, this question didn't need to be thought about at all, it turned out that from the beginning, Fang Yun's purpose was not to use these demon kings to stop the Ice Clan at all, nor was it the so-called snipe and clam competing for fishermen's profits.

Whether it is the Ice Clan in the Ten Cold Ancient Lands or the Blood Demon Barbarian, the real left and right are just the Demon King who was used to weaken Fang Yun in exchange.

From the time he obtained the Ice Palace Mountain, Fang Yun's true purpose had changed from fighting for the Ten Cold Kings to killing those murderers of the Three Valleys Lian Zhan.

"So what? ”

"The difference is huge. ”

Fang Yun said, slowly sitting up straight, the breath of life was like the Yangtze River bursting its embankment, raising wildly.

After a breath, Fang Yun's aura not only surpassed the positive state of mind, but also went one step further and became a peak scholar.

Bing Tong was stunned, only then did he understand that Fang Yun should have regained his strength a long time ago, but he had been pretending to be paralyzing the Great Demon King of the Ice Clan or other enemies.

The vast snow is like a mountain.

"It doesn't make a difference!" said the Zhenhai Dragon King firmly.

"There's a big difference!"

After Fang Yun finished speaking, a page of holy pages floated in front of him, the inkstone turtle ink girl appeared, the great Confucian treasure pen flew up, and a drop of golden holy blood fell into the holy page.

"Ten cold ancient lands, all friends are here, enjoy the snow and drink tea, so unhappy. Fang Moushu four poems to feast on you, please go well on the Huangquan Road. ”

The demon kings were on guard, but unfortunately because they were seriously injured and were still slowly recovering, they couldn't waste any strength, they could only defend first and find an opportunity to make a move. What's more, a real battle is bound to be tentative, and unless there is a necessary reason, it is impossible to go all out as soon as you make a move.

Zhenhai Dragon King, Wolf Po and Hu Lan glanced at each other, nodded slightly, and inevitably used the strongest strength at the critical moment to break it with one blow.

Fang Yun picked up the pen and wrote, and the first one-breath poem was completed.

"When the six flying flowers enter the house, sit and watch the green bamboo turn into Qiongzhi. Now it's good to look at the tall buildings, covering all the evil roads in the world. ”

The demon kings are incomparably different, this is not a war poem, but it is just telling the poet sitting at home and seeing the six-petal snowflakes flying into the courtyard, so that the bamboo is covered by heavy snow, like white jade, at this time, you can go up to a high place and look far away, see the snow covering those forks and dangerous roads, so that the world becomes neat and clean.

Although the feelings contained in this poem are not to kill all enemies, but also to express the author's wish to get rid of all evil things and wicked people, but it is not a war poem after all.

Layers of treasure light flickered on the holy page, and the holy page absorbed a large amount of heaven and earth vitality, burning, and finally turned the void into reality, and saw that the heavy snow between heaven and earth suddenly increased.

The snow on this cliff is already huge, and there are palm-sized snow flakes flying everywhere.

And now, those big snow flakes are layered on top of each other, ten times more than before.

These snowflakes flew more sharply, the edges sharper, and each piece of snow was equivalent to a blow from the bewitching handsome.

This poem has been strengthened by the strength of the Ten Cold Ancient Lands, and it has reached the level of Great Confucianism.

The Ten-Headed Demon King and the Zhenhai Dragon King both laughed, as the snowflakes couldn't even touch their bodies.

The Dragon King of Zhenhai smiled and commented, "You almost scared me at first, and now you almost make me laugh off the dragon's teeth." Let me see the power of this poem. Yes, the snowflakes have increased, the chill has increased, the snowflakes have also become much stronger, and the range is also large, so large that it is equivalent to the Great Confucian war poem, which is good. Oh, I forgot, this phrase 'covers all the evil paths in the world', has the power of stray illusion, right? I can't see the distant scene anymore, and I can't even accurately perceive the distance from a hundred feet, but who needs to attack an enemy a hundred kilometers away, as long as they get close to you?"

Wolf Po smiled: "This battle poem is a big trouble for ordinary demon kings, and we will probably keep getting lost, but we are not ordinary demon kings." ”

All the demon kings present laughed, the other eight-headed demon kings, even if they were not ancestral god bloodlines, were at least holy sons, and this level of illusion would not affect their hand-to-hand combat at all.

Fox Li was silent, she is a great expert in using illusion, the illusion of this poem is indeed mediocre, but if it is said that this poem is mainly to increase the number of snowflakes, it is impossible to say, after all, no matter how many snowflakes there are at this level, there is no way to help the demon king.

Many demon kings became relaxed, and continued to regain their strength while continuing to walk towards Fang Yun.

. (To be continued.) )