Blazing flames engulfed the barbarian king Foxnet.

"Ah......h

The real dragon shut up and restrained the dragon flame.

The ground melted, leaving behind only a piece of glass formed by the heat, and Kitsune was burned alive into particles invisible to the naked eye.

At the same time as the ancient sword turned into a dragon, the Terrans in the distance looked at this place in surprise.

"The old marquis's sword came out of the Pearl River, and it appeared again......" The corners of Zhang Qingfeng's eyes moistened.

"The two swords of the Pearl River are like water dragons, destroying the enemy in an instant, it is really domineering!"

"It is worthy of being a new generation of Pearl River Marquis, the tiger father has no dog!"

"Pearl River Ancient Sword, see the light of day again!"

Fang Yun glanced at the battlefield, the five barbarian kings were all dead, there were no seashells on them, but there was a lake shell on Lumenhou's body, which was not broken by the real dragon.

Fang Yun stretched out his hand and grabbed it, ingested Lumenhou's Hanhu shell in the air, looked at everything inside, and finally only took out the palm-sized piece of talent jade.

Fang Yun looked back and looked into the distance.

The pursuit has come to an end, Xun Tianling killed all the barbarians with his own strength, and the rest of Hanlin killed the demon marshals equivalent to Jinshi, and Jinshi killed demon generals, bullying the weak layer by layer, and the barbarians were powerless to resist at all, so they had to escape.

The Terran cavalry is best at chasing down fleeing enemies.

Fang Yun returned to his previous location, and most of the soldiers had already returned, and only the cavalry cooperated with a few champions Hanlin or Jinshi to chase and kill the rest of the barbarians.

Everyone in the Pearl River Army and the Lumen Army looked at Fang Yun.

Many people of the Zhujiang Army were full of red faces, looking at Fang Yun and full of pride in their hearts, this is the real Zhujiang Marquis! Only such a Zhujiang Marquis can be in charge of the Zhujiang Army and his own family!

Most of the Lumen army were terrified, especially those generals, who only dared to keep their heads down and secretly look at Fang Yun.

No one dared to speak in front of the scholar Zhujiang Hou.

Fang Yun nodded lightly and said, "After the preparation, march overnight and capture the Lianshan Pass!"

"No!" replied the Hosts.

Suddenly, a voice with a tongue full of spring thunder sounded: "Zhang Longxiang, why did you kill Lumen Hou! You murderer! You are a personal vendetta of the communiqué! You could have saved my marshal and then killed the barbarian king! You rebel species!"

Everyone was stunned, and they saw Wei Changxian's hair scattered, and he walked towards Fang Yun angrily.

Fang Yun stood on the flat clouds, looking down at Wei Changxian, his face expressionless.

"Don't you dare to answer? Are you weak-hearted? You executioner! The king of Chu and the marshal did not misunderstand you, you really colluded with the barbarians! You ......"

Fang Yun suddenly opened his mouth and interrupted Wei Changxian's words.

"The Marquis of Lumen has an order, if you don't have the permission of the commander in wartime, your tongue will bloom with spring thunder, disturb the morale of the army, and you should be beheaded!"

"You ......" Wei Changxian looked at Fang Yun in disbelief, looking at this Marquis of Zhujiang who had been suppressed and restricted all the way from the capital Jingzhou, and didn't believe that the other party really dared to kill him.

Everyone saw that the silver sword light like a moon and a river flew out of Fang Yun's mouth, and the thunder and lightning flashed, and it was instantly withdrawn.

"Hmm......"

Wei Changxian stretched out his hand and touched his neck, and then a ring of blood appeared on his neck, and his head was crooked, falling from his shoulders and rolling on the ground.

Wei Changxian's body fell to the ground, blood flowing like a stream from the wound on his neck.

With the order of the Marquis of Lumen, kill the people of the Marquis of Lumen!

Many people from the Pearl River Army took a deep breath, and then exhaled a long breath, and the anger that had accumulated in their hearts these days finally slowly dissipated.

"Good kill!" The former general Wang Li limped from a distance, he was covered in blood and medicine cloth everywhere, obviously he did not hesitate to be injured when chasing the barbarians, just to kill the enemy.

Fang Yun looked at Wei Changxian's corpse, and his mind was clear.

"Ben Hou consolidates his strength first, and the army will make a fire on the spot to cook!"

Fang Yun said, sitting back in the carriage, Su Lun and the soldiers of the pro-guard army immediately surrounded the carriage to prevent others from disturbing it.

Many scholars immediately sat down on the spot, and their minds entered the palace of literature to absorb the power of the starlight of Wenqu.

Fang Yun stood in the Wen Palace, looking around.

The palace of Wen is bigger again.

The starry sky on the roof of the Wengong Palace is getting brighter and brighter, and there are already more than a hundred stars, which are the condensed power of his works, and in the center is the star formed by the fragments of the Wenqu star.

Fang Yun knew in his heart that the reason why his literary rank had improved so quickly and had a solid foundation was not only because of his masochistic learning and sharpening every day, but also because of this fragment of Wenqu Star.

The trip between the holy ruins and the comet corridor, this Wenqu star fragment is his biggest gain, but it also ruined the comet corridor, if the demon ancestor comes, I don't know how it will end.

There has been no major change in the light of the heart and the heart.

Fang Yun looked into the depths of the Wen Palace.

The self-statue stands still, holding a strange book in his hand, his face is calm and undisturbed.

In the sky above the self-statue, there should have been five ten-inch-long pillars of talent smoke, but now, there were six talent clouds.

Ordinary newcomers should only have a cloud of talent, but Fang Yun has the "Eight Buckets of Talent" Wenxin, and every level of Wenqi is improved, there is one more talent power.

The diameter of each talent cloud is one inch, and it will slowly grow larger with accumulation, and when it reaches ten inches, the amount of talent cloud will reach the extreme of a scholar.

The current clouds of talent look like orange cotton, soft and weak, but they are brewing with great power.

Becoming a Fellow is the first step on the Holy Path!

Before becoming a scholar, it was only a matter of preparing for the Holy Way.

Underneath the first cloud of talent, there is a trapezoidal platform, on which stands a small city, a country of its own, with all kinds of people from all walks of life, who live and reproduce in it like living people.

After being promoted to a university scholar, Fang Yun had many options, but in the end he chose Wanmin Wentai.

Wanmin Wentai is different from other Wentai, normal Wentai can condense the power into one, forming great power, or attack or defense, but Wanmin Wentai does not, because the power that makes up Wanmin Wentai is too messy and too basic, and can only be used with a part of the power.

The three snow slashing swords that Fang Yun had slashed before could only borrow a part of the power of Wentai, but could not borrow the full strength of Wanmin.

Fang Yun looked at the Wanmin Wentai, and said in his heart, if he only wants to cast one or two Wentai, then it is best to choose the strongest Wentai in Confucianism, but he has the ambition that no one else has, and he wants to cast the most and strongest Wentai of the human race, so as to lay an indestructible foundation for the future canonization.

"Only by taking the most fundamental and basic composition of the human race as the foundation can we forge the supreme power of the Holy Dao! What's more, the Wanmin Wentai has another wonderful use!"

Fang Yun smiled and looked at the Wanmin Wentai, this Wentai seemed to be a dead thing, but in Fang Yun's perception, it was like a living being, breathing talent, absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, bathing in the starlight of Wenqu, absorbing all the power to strengthen himself.

(To be continued.) )