When the three-headed ancient demon king saw Fang Yun wake up, he actually stopped, and the bachelors who had a chance to breathe immediately strengthened their protection, and at the same time looked at Fang Yun, their faces showed a faint joy, but there was a hint of sadness in their eyes.

"Fang Yun, release Wu Chang!" said the ancient elephant king.

"If you let him out, we may be able to give you a chance, after all, you are a tribe of the Hundred Emperors, and you are at the top of the stars. "Australopithecus said.

The Ancient Tiger King's claws slid lightly across the ground, making a long snort, leaving shallow traces, his eyes like lights, and he did not hide the killing intent and threat in his heart.

Fang Yun's gaze swept over the ancient demon treasures on the three-headed ancient demon kings, now that they had put them on, he could only weaken them with the ability of the Negative Yue clan, and he couldn't force them to fade.

Fang Yun tried his best to hide the double tiredness of his spirit and body, looked at the nine bachelors who were still standing, and said, "I have recovered my vitality and my spirit is better." What is the situation of the battle? What are the chances of escaping?"

The nine scholars looked at Fang Yun, but none of them spoke.

Fang Yun was stunned for a moment, sighed softly, and thought to himself that yes, the nine people couldn't say that the certainty of escaping was zero.

"How is the battle going, still can't hurt them?" Fang Yun frowned and looked at the three-headed demon king, the three-headed demon king's body had many traces of rebirth, but there was no major problem, the qi and blood were still strong, and it would not be a problem to hold on for another hour.

Wei Huangan said helplessly: "No, not at all! We even used all the Blue Blood Pill Heart and the Holy Page to attract Haoran righteousness, but we can only be injured and not killed, they will soon grow blood and flesh, and all our attacks will only be exchanged for their loss of a little qi and blood." ”

"The qi and blood of these ancient demon kings are far more than ordinary demon kings, if my expectations are good, the total amount of qi and blood in the body of each ancient demon king is ten times that of the same rank demon barbarian. Meng Jingye said.

"At least fifteen times! And the quality is at least twice as much! If you get the ancient demon inheritance and become the king, you will double it again!" Fang Yun knew better than everyone how powerful the ancient demon clan was.

Many scholars were shocked, and Yun Zhaochen sighed: "No wonder it feels like their qi and blood are endless. Now I understand why it is always said that the demon barbarians rely on the tactics of the demon sea to defeat the ancient demon clan, and if they don't hit them tenfold, they will die without life. ”

"Actually, a lot of blood is not the biggest problem. Zeng Yue said.

Everyone looked at Zeng Yue and motioned for Zeng Yue to continue.

Zeng Yue looked around at everyone and said: "After I entered the Blood Mang Ancient Land, although my strength has declined, I still stay in the realm of Gewu, and I have the power of the purpose of Gewu to explore the essence of things. It has long been seen that the flesh and blood inside the ancient demon's body are actually not particularly strong, but the qi and blood on the surface of their bodies, the skin and some of the flesh under the skin, completely surpass the demon race. The degree of hardness of their flesh and blood inside is about a hundred times that of the Terrans, but the hardness of the outside is hundreds of thousands of times that of the Terrans, which is completely incalculable. ”

Fang Yun nodded, there was no detailed study of the ancient demon flesh and blood in the ancient demon inheritance, and said, "This statement is correct. Other words. As long as the protection of the flesh and blood on the outside of the ancient demons is broken, our battle poems can inflict great trauma on their bodies, causing them to expend their qi and blood more and make their recovery slow. Thus killing them?"

"That's true, I have the same opinion as Zeng Yue. We've all tried to penetrate the Warfare Verse, and only attack the inside of their bodies if it's the most coincidental, and each time they attack the inside of their bodies. These ancient demons reacted greatly, and they would all be even more angry and even roar. Meng Jingye said.

Mo Yao hurriedly said with a spring thunder: "Your Royal Highness the Ancient Demon King, don't let them talk anymore! They are studying a way to kill you." Be careful!"

The Australopithecus King sneered contemptuously, "What if they let them study it?" What you said is also true, since they don't hand over Wuchang, we can only do it. Fang Yun, let me remind you of one thing, Wu Chang's status is higher than ours, he is the grandson of the ancient demon saint 'Wu Yue', once he dies, His Majesty Wu Yue will inevitably sense, even if you escape to the edge of the Ten Thousand Realms, he will kill you. If you die, His Majesty Wuyue will definitely find a way to punish your whole family!"

"Wu Yue is not dead yet?" Fang Yun was slightly shocked, because the ancient demon inheritance records that Wu Yue is one of the two demon saints of the abyss squid clan, and the father of this generation of negative Yue was severely injured by Wu Yue and other ancient demon saints before the inheritance.

"Your Majesty Wuyue is just ......" The Ancient Ape King's expression suddenly changed, and he said angrily: "You are actually playing tricks on me!

The ancient ape king said that his arms were like dragons going out to sea, and he smashed it out with all his might, the sea water exploded, and the poems of the protective war collapsed one after another.

Many scholars immediately defended again.

This time, the attack of the three-headed ancient demon king was even more violent, and many scholars immediately felt overwhelmed.

"Fang Xusheng, let's stop him, you can escape by yourself!" Wei Huangan said loudly.

"Yes, Fang Xusheng, you can escape by yourself! When the time comes, we will burn all our lifespans one after another, and use the Blue Blood Pill Heart, we will definitely be able to stop them for a few breaths and create time for you!" Zeng Yue said.

"Since you are Wenxing Dragon Lord, there must be a way to escape, don't worry about me and wait!" Yun Zhaochen said his guess.

Fang Yun was stunned for a moment, the blood in his eyes became redder, and his teeth were clenched.

"On that day, Mitani fought continuously, for the sake of the human race, for the sake of the Holy Temple, for the sake of victory, I watched one scholar after another leave, fend off the enemy for me, fight for me, and die for me. I still remember Peng Xiangzhao's words, he said that he has no arms, so he cherishes the world more than everyone else, and he can't hug, so he wants to protect the human race more than everyone else. He died in battle. I swore that I would never let the scene of that year repeat itself again! Win or die, and I will never survive on the death ladder formed by the corpses of my comrades!"

Fang Yun looked at the three-headed ancient demon king, looked at the backs of the nine scholars, the water in front of him was hazy, raised his right arm forward, and said loudly: "Today, I want to win, I want to live! Even if there is only one arm left, I will stretch out my hand for Peng Zhaozhao and touch the future!"

Wen Xing Longjue gave an order, the heavens and the earth shook, and the sea water churned.

The righteous qi pen was like a living thing, and it automatically flew into Fang Yun's hands.

"Yan come!"

The inkstone turtle flies to the pen like the most loyal lackey.

"Molai!"

The ink girl flew out of the ink, hugged the tip of the righteous pen, soaked it in black, and then returned.

"Here comes the paper!"

The holy page hovered in front of Fang Yun.

"Holy Blood!"

A drop of Dragon Saint Holy Blood flew out from the swallowing seashell and fell into the pen, merging with the ink.

Fang Yun raised his head and looked at the demons, his eyes were like knives, and he said slowly: "Today." You're all going to die!"

"Don't let him finish writing!" Mo Yao shouted.

Tang Jianqiu said with a smile: "Scholar Mo, what are you in a hurry? What can he do with a Hanlin?"

Xiong Tu also said: "Let him write, I will see what he can write! Even if he writes flowers, it won't change anything!"

"He put pen to paper......"

"You see, there is no ...... vision."

The senior scholar nearby couldn't help but glance back, and was stunned to find that what Fang Yun had written was actually a poem he had written in the Holy Ruins that year.

The wind blows through the Qin Shiguan,

The iron coat reflects the snow and the night is even colder.

Swallow the six countries alive and build meritorious deeds,

Lying dead in the rivers and mountains of Beijiang Town!

Before, the poem was just a realm, but now. A layer of hazy light appeared on the page, and within the light, there was a scene of the famous Great Qin general Meng Tian fighting against 300,000 barbarians on the vast grassland.

The soul of the poem was formed, and the phantom of the general Meng Tian appeared behind Fang Yun.

Seeing the phantom of Meng Tian appear in the soul of the poem, the scholars were not surprised, although the soul of the Void Saint Meng Tian can only be summoned by the Three Realms to summon the soul of the Void Saint Meng Tian, but Fang Yun is a Void Saint and an original work, even if it is a poetic soul, it can directly obtain the thoughts of the Void Saint Meng Tian scattered in the Ten Thousand Realms.

Subsequently. The bachelors who turned back saw that Fang Yun continued to write the old poem, the Jinshi protection war poem Liangzhou "Yumen Pass".

The Yellow River is far above the white clouds,

A lonely city and ten thousand mountains.

Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows.

The spring breeze does not pass the jade gate.

Seeing this poem, the bachelor's eyes, which were still hopeful, darkened, and his heart was cold.

Fang Yunneng wrote the poems "Yong Qinmin" and "Yumen Pass", which everyone knows. But these two poems alone can't change the tide of battle.

They soon discovered that the poem also appeared on the surface, and the poem became two realms. The soul of the poem appeared, and in the shadow, there stood a Qin Dynasty border guard, or Meng Tian, but at this time, Meng Tian was improving the brush in the military camp.

Another virtual shadow of Meng Tian appeared behind Fang Yun, merging with the previous one.

Fang Yun finally promoted this poem from the first realm to the second realm, but the scholars did not have the slightest joy in their hearts, because this time even the poem could not change the situation of the battle at all.

Just when they were disappointed, Yu Guang saw Fang Yun write three words under the two poems.

Broken Loulan.

The moment they saw these three words, many scholars associated "Yong Qinmin", "Yumen Pass" and "Poloulan" together, and their eyes instantly burst into bright light, like the explosion of stars!

The ancient city of Loulan, occupied by the barbarians for many years, was once the residence of the barbarian saints, and there are barbarian altars to this day.

All the scholars took a deep breath and made a final wait.

Fang Yun continued to write, and the treasure was heavy.

Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain,

The lonely city looks at the Yumen Pass from afar.

Yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles,

If you don't break Loulan, you won't return it!

The water is rippling, the phantom is floating, and everyone seems to see that in the distant frontier, the thick clouds roll above Qinghai Lake, and the sky is far away and the clouds are low, connecting with the snow-capped mountains. And in another place that is extremely far away, stands the majestic Yumen Pass of the human race, and the two are far away.

In such a vast land, the soldiers of the Terran fought against the demons and barbarians, fought for many years, the environment was difficult, and the violent sand and dust were like weapons, and even the hardest golden armor of the Terran generals could be worn through.

However, even in such a harsh environment, the Terran soldiers are still full of morale and fighting spirit, vowing to kill the demons and barbarians, rush into Loulan, and if they can't recover the lost territory, they will never return to their hometown!

Hanlin war poems, the soul of poetry in the second realm. But under the urging of the holy blood, he raised one more realm and jumped to the third realm to summon the saint.

In the phantom, there was a scene where the general Meng Tian led the Qin army to chase and kill the barbarians, and the third Meng Tian phantom appeared, this Meng Tian phantom was more condensed, and merged with the previous phantom into one, forming the real power of the Three Realms to summon the saints.

The original treasure light!

The first treasure light!

Summoning the Holy Light!

And, most importantly, the heirloom of light!

The treasure light is like scales, layer upon layer.

Triple Battle Poem!

Lian Pingchao stood in the distance, the whole person was dumbfounded, his eyes widened and muttered to himself: "The battle poems of the second realm of Hanlin are equivalent to the battle poems of the university warriors, and the poems of the three consecutive battles, each of the two realms, has pushed the power to the peak of the war poems of the university warriors, and with the addition of holy blood, it has reached the level of the great Confucian war poems! Moreover, his literary treasure pen seems to contain righteousness." It's not good, it's going to be an accident......"

"Something is going to happen!" Mo Yao also felt bad.

(To be continued.) )