In Fang Yi's throat, a low voice like the roar of a beast came out, making people feel trembling when they heard this.

Especially at this time, the guards and commanders of the Royal Forest Army who participated in the suppression of the people's grievances that day were all trembling with their legs this time, for fear that Fang Yi would rise up at this time and kill them on the spot.

"Protect Your Majesty." More and more people were gathering towards Emperor Chengping and Yun Wuji, in case once Fang Yi made a move, they still had a chance and time to react.

"It doesn't matter." Emperor Chengping waved his hand, but he didn't take Fang Yi to heart.

However, a mere five grades, even if it is a five-grade cultivation of three paths, he will not take it to heart. What's more, Song Zhi asked, the Dao is all here, even if the Gu King makes a move, he still has room to turn around, of course he will not be afraid of Fang Yi's sudden upsurge at this time.

At this time, Emperor Chengping just watched coldly, looking at the changes in Fang Yi now.

……

Fang Yi's stomach began to bulge rapidly, becoming more and more distended.

People who practice martial arts are very familiar with such a situation, especially Chun Tao, when Chun Tao was in the Taiyuan Wang family, when Chun Tao wanted to save Xia Yi, he used such means.

Self-destructing.

Wu Xiu condensed all his essence and blood, and then instantly detonated his body, the power brought by this explosion was extremely terrifying, this was Wu Xiu's most powerful means, he could kill a master who was stronger than his own strength.

Of course, this is a lose-lose play, or a suicidal style of play.

After Wu Xiu blew himself up, basically 99% of them would die on the spot, and even those who didn't die on the spot would die soon.

Basically, there is nothing that can be intact, and the reason why Chun Tao can save his life in the first place is because Chun Tao only completed the preliminary work and did not explode.

Once it explodes, it is to detonate one's own body, and the body will also explode into minced meat in an instant, among martial arts cultivation, except for the immortal and immortal eight-rank martial arts cultivation, no one dares to play like this.

When Fang Yi's belly began to become as big as a pregnant woman in September, the chain of seals finally began to be stretched by Fang Yi at this time, and it became bigger and bigger, until finally, only the sound of "click, click" was heard, and it kept ringing at this time, and after a while, those chains of seals all broke at this time, completely dissipating into nothingness.

At the same time, Fang Yi's talents around him were also converging in his Wen Palace, and the literary songs were magnificent, shining on Fang Yi's talents stored in his Wen Palace like an ocean.

Fang Yi's divine soul also came out of his body at this time, wandering in mid-air.

……

"Fang Yi Xiaoyou, why are you ......" Zhao Wuji suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness at this time, and in the face of such a situation, he was powerless to return to the sky.

"Yi'er." Luo Shen Hou Hu had tears in his eyes, and clenched his fists at this time.

In a trance, Luo Shenhou seemed to see Fang Yi's father, the man with thick eyebrows and big eyes and a simple face.

"Brother, I'll save you, if nothing else, just for me, a little rabbit." The words of the simple man still echo in the ears of Luo Shenhou: "Brother, when you are developed, I will take my little rabbit cub to you and be a servant, it is better to become a barbarian livestock in this bitter cold land." ”

"Luo Heng promised, Brother Fang, if I, Luo Heng, can go back alive, when he reaches adulthood, I will take Yi'er over and marry Tsing Yi." Luo Shenhou's answer at that time was resounding.

At this time, Luo Shenhou looked at the resoluteness in Fang Yi's eyes, and suddenly his memories overlapped, as if he had seen the shadow of Fang Yi's father at the beginning.

He promised to take care of Fang Yi, but now he broke his promise.

Fang Yi laughed wildly, tears rolling in his eyes, and said: "You guys Fang Yi's kindness, Fang Yi is unforgettable, but he can only pay it back in the next life, but Fang Yi is going to clean up this evil of leaving the imperial court, kill a few dog officials, and return the people of the capital to a bright future." ”

As he spoke, Fang Yi's body flew violently towards the commander of the Imperial Forest Army, who was also a powerhouse of the Seven-Rank Heavenly and Human Realm, this time he was not in a hurry, and a punch shot out towards Fang Yi.

Fang Yi didn't dodge or dodge, and then stubbornly withstood the punch of the commander of the Royal Forest Army, and then his body was tightly attached to the commander of the Royal Forest Army again.

"Explode me!" Fang Yi hugged the commander of the Royal Forest Army with a hideous face, and then coldly spit out these three words.

"Bang !!" Hearing only an earth-shattering bang, Fang Yi's body exploded to smithereens, flesh and blood flew sideways, and there were no bones left.

But the power of this explosion was extremely terrifying, and wherever the power of Fang Yi's explosion went, all the guards were killed, and no one was left.

The commander of the Imperial Forest Army, as a master of the Seven Rank Heaven and Human Realm, could not escape death, his body looked intact at this time, but his internal organs had been blown to pieces by Fang Yi's self-detonation power.

He stood firmly, but the next moment, he collapsed with a bang, he let out a heavy breath, and then from his mouth and nose, blood began to spill out, and in a short time, the ground was stained red with the blood of the commander of the Royal Forest Army.

Dead, the power of self-detonation can kill it in an instant, and there is no room for resistance.

The commander of the Imperial Forest Army was already dead, and Fang Yi was also gone.

"Husband!!"

"Uncle!"

"Yi'er!"

"Fang Yi Xiaoyou!"

For a while, everyone shouted in unison, but in this world, there was no more Fang Yi.

"No, he's not dead." At this time, Song Zhiwen glanced at Dao Wuyan, and then spoke: "He is a master of the Daomen Five-Rank Golden Pill Realm, his soul is strong, although he has broken his body, but his soul has already swam out, his soul has not been destroyed, and naturally he has not died." ”

Dao Wuya nodded slightly: "Daomen has a realm of fugue, the soul can travel out of the body, although the body is destroyed, the soul is not destroyed, it is not considered dead." ”

Emperor Chengping didn't care, and even when the loyal commander of the Imperial Forest Army died, Emperor Chengping didn't even look at it.

It's like an ant dead.

At this time, the Gu King outside the city gate also had a stronger interest on his face, but he didn't interfere in the affairs of the city, but just watched the next development of things with great interest.

Emperor Chengping also looked at the place where Fang Yi had died just now, and a soul body was slowly condensing.

What Song Zhi said just now was indeed right, Fang Yi's divine soul was not destroyed, but still stood in mid-air.

The immortality of the divine soul means that Fang Yi is not dead.

But at this time, Fang Yi still didn't stop.

His soul slowly condensed, and then turned into reality.

"Killed a commander of the Royal Forest Army, just to avenge Granny Lu, but if one dies, there will be more." Fang Yi spoke again at this time.

"What do you want to do??" Yun Wuji looked at Fang Yi's Divine Soul at this time and asked.

"I have a poem to give to Da Li." Fang Yi laughed at this time, and then spoke.

His whole body exploded, the Wen Palace shattered, and there was nowhere to place his talents, and at this time, the vast talents like the Milky Way were all gathered in front of Fang Yi at this time.

Fang Yi wants to compose poems again??

All of a sudden, everyone was full of feelings, some were afraid, some were looking forward to it, and some were excited.

Panic is that Fang Yi has always had a world-class poetic talent, his poems, if they are good, are also good, they can help people through the ages, many of the poems he did before are famous sentences through the ages, especially the "Don't Ma Da Confucian" he did at the beginning, which made Ma Yiming's name resound throughout the whole Dali.

But if the poems he wrote are not good, they are also terrible, and they can make people stink for thousands of years.

For example, the couplet of "Qingshan is fortunate to bury loyal bones, and white iron innocently casts ministers" is enough to make the capital Mansion Yin stink for 10,000 years.

He will become synonymous with the minister, and he will enjoy the scolding of the generations in the future, and he will never be able to turn over.

This is the most disgusting point of Confucianism, Taoism, and literati.

This time, Fang Yi wants to make a poem and give it to them, and they can imagine it with their toes, whether Fang Yi will make good poems or bad poems.

It's almost always a no-brainer.

Emperor Chengping and Yun Wuji both frowned, but at this time, they couldn't stop it.

But the civil officials present were excited and frightened, since Fang Yi was born, the way of poetry has flourished, which is a great thing for Confucianism and Taoism.

Eternal poems will trigger the sprinkling of the stars of the literary songs, and even alarm the souls of the four saints, so that talents will fall from the sky, and everyone in the world can get a piece of the pie from this.

But now, Fang Yi was definitely going to make a poem to scold them, but they couldn't refute it.

""Mountainside Yangtong Caring for the Ancient"" Fang Yi was full of talent at this time, and there was a deafening roar.

With the blessing of talent, Fang Yi spit out every word, which resounded in every corner of the capital.

"This is like a poem?" Song Zhiwen looked at Fang Yi in surprise at this time, and then shook his head again: "No, this is a song." ”

Yes, this is the peerless famous song "Mountain Slope Yangtong Caring for the Ancients" that will be passed down through the ages in the future!

"The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are on the surface of Tongguan Road."

Fang Yiman groaned softly, and the talent on his body drifted in the sky, and then turned into mountains and peaks, the surging Yellow River, and the ancient road connecting mountains and rivers.

This is Tongguan, a key pass in the north, guarding the northern barbarians.

At this time, when everyone present looked at the sky and the picture formed by Fang Yi's talents, they all felt as if they were there, as if they were standing in front of Tongguan.

"Looking at the western capital, hesitating." Fang Yi continued to read, this sentence was expressing his state of mind, standing here, looking back at the capital, hesitating in his heart.

In the sky, Wenqu Star suddenly became larger at this time, exuding a dazzling light, almost competing with the great sun in the sky.

All the literati present felt the shining of the stars of Wenqu, which made people feel warm all over.

Wenqu Xingdong, this is Wenqu Xingdong.

After such a long time, Fang Yi finally made a poem that could shock the stars of Wenqu again.

Before, Fang Yi had never composed such poems except for the song "Water Tune Song Head", which alarmed the Wenqu Xingdong.

It is mainly the poems that Fang Yi made later, most of them are war poems, and war poems have little effect on the vast majority of Confucian and Taoist monks, and war poems cannot trigger the movement of Wenqu stars, and cannot let the world enjoy the benefits of Wenqu stars shedding stars and helping them increase their talents.

This time, it finally triggered the movement of Wenqu again.

……

At the same time, in the Confucian Palace, Mr. Big woke up from his slumber again.

The sculpture of the Four Saints shook non-stop.

"That kid, you made another amazing hymn??" Mr. Big smiled helplessly, and his black and white eyeballs kept turning at this time, so in his eyes, it was mountains and rivers.

After a moment, Mr. Big suddenly retracted his gaze, and his face was gloomy: "I actually want to strangle the future saint of my human race!" It's a wolf ambition! ”

"Four saints, the disciple has to get out." Mr. Big stood up at this time and said to the Four Saints Sculpture.

The sculpture of the Four Saints shook violently, shaking non-stop.

Zhou Sheng's sculpture nodded slightly, expressing his approval, Jiang Sheng shook his head and disagreed, and Li Sheng also shook his head and disagreed.

Only the Master remained, and the Master muttered for a moment, but did not give an answer, and the statue of the Master did not move, and did not give any objection or support.

Mr. Big is carrying the four holy treasures, guarding the Confucian Palace, is the guardian god of Confucianism and Taoism in the world, and the guardian of the world's context, Mr. Big cannot leave the Confucian Palace without authorization, this is the rule, the rule from ancient times to the present.

Therefore, among the four saints, both saints are against this.

"The disciple begs to get out, some people have wolf ambitions, to strangle the future saints of my human race, the four saints, if the disciples don't go out at this time, the human race will still have no saints for the next hundred years!!" Mr. Big was anxious at this time, among the four saints, both of them opposed him leaving the customs, and he didn't dare to leave without permission, so he could only open his mouth again to explain the reason.

After a moment of silence, Zhou Sheng nodded again, and this time, Jiang Sheng's sculpture no longer moved, Li Sheng did not react, and the master was still like that, without giving any answer.

None of the three saints made a clear statement, which means that they did not oppose it, and Zhou Sheng chose to support it, which means that Mr. Big can act according to Zhou Sheng's instructions.

"Go to the east gate of the city." Mr. Big bowed to the statue of the Four Saints, and then quickly left.

In the blink of an eye, he came to the east gate of the capital, and he just happened to hear the lyrics and songs of Xia Que read out by Fang Yi.

……

"Before the sadness, the court passed through the line, and the palace was made of soil." In an instant, all the talent around Fang Yi instantly condensed into the scene of the original Daqian construction and construction of the Daqian Imperial Palace, and then Dali replaced it and established the prosperous scene of the Dali Dynasty.

But then, the palaces built by the Daqian Dynasty were all wiped out in an instant, this is the cruelty of war, once the dynasty is changed, the court is changed, those luxurious palaces, in an instant, will be wiped out in the long river of history.

This sentence has the meaning of borrowing from the past to satirize the present, and it also has the effect of insinuation.

The talent qi around Fang Yi's body shook, turning into a powerful sword in the blink of an eye, the Wenqu star in the sky shook, and a terrifying starlight erupted, this time, those starlights did not shine elsewhere, but on the sharp sword condensed by Fang Yi's talent, the sword was blessed by the Wenqu starlight, and instantly began to become powerful and terrifying, forming a long sword that soared straight into the sky.

Fang Yi's eyes were cold at this time, and then he spoke again: "The palace has been made of soil!" ”

The long sword hissed, and in the blink of an eye, it fell towards the east gate of the capital, and the corpses on the city gate fell one by one at this time, lying flat on the ground, as if sleeping peacefully.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, the east gate of the capital burst open in an instant, and then began to crack rapidly, and finally collapsed and turned into nothingness.

"Shaft!!" Emperor Chengping's eyes were cracked, and his hair was flying, and today's Fang Yi wanted his life.

The other hundred officials who followed also looked at Fang Yi with incredible faces, not knowing what Fang Yi was doing.

"National teacher, hurry up and kill this fang." Yun Wuji also turned around abruptly at this time, and said to Dao Wuya.

Dao Wuyan is that the eight-grade is too empty, Fang Yi is only a five-grade golden pill, the national teacher can kill Fang Yi in an instant, and he can't let Fang Yi's divine soul make waves at this time.

"With me, you can't do it." At this moment, the figure of Mr. Big emerged from the void, with a book under his feet, and black and white eyeballs in his eyes were patrolling the mountains and rivers.

"Mr. Big!" The moment they saw Mr. Big appear, everyone bowed and saluted.

Whether it was Song Zhiwen, Zhao Wouji, or other civil officials, even Yun Wuji, Emperor Chengping, and Dao Wuya all saluted Mr. Big at this time.

Mr. Big is the teacher of Confucianism, the patron saint of Confucian and Taoist disciples in the world, and also the patron saint of their great departure from the context, before the Gu King came, they were not afraid, on the one hand, because the Gu King only descended part of the divine soul, and it was not strong, and the other key point was that because they had the means to balance the Gu King, that is, Mr. Big.

The Gu King is the number one top-level combat power today, but Mr. Big is a half-saint of Confucianism and Taoism, and Mr. Big also has the combat power of a Confucianism and Taoism saint.

At most, Gu King and Mr. Big are in a five-to-five situation.

If the Gu King dares to come to Da Li, and wants to destroy Da Li with his own strength, Mr. Da will inevitably take action.

"Mr. Big!" After seeing the etiquette, Song Zhiwen frowned and said, "Mr. Big, you guard the Confucian Holy Palace, detached from things, and ignore mundane things, how can you easily leave the Confucian Holy Palace, and are you not afraid of the four saints coming to blame?" ”

"I'm coming out on this trip, and the four saints approve it." Mr. Big replied lightly.

Song Zhi closed his mouth when he asked, even Yun Wuji didn't dare to say anything, and he didn't say anything anymore to make Dao Wuji make a move.

Everyone present was silent, and only Fang Yi's voice spread to every corner of the capital.

"The palace has been made of soil." Fang Yi still said this, the long sword that destroyed the east gate of the capital just now was once again supported by the rolling talent at this time, and it was condensed together, the long sword flew in the air at this time, and then slashed towards the place where the palace was located.

"Vertical son dare!!" Emperor Chengping was shocked at this time, and he was furious to the extreme, this Fang Yi really dared, he wanted to turn the palace into dust??

"Heartbroken, heartbroken." At this time, all the officials and generals felt that their scalps were numb, and this Fang Yi was crazy, completely crazy.

Even Mr. Big looked at Fang Yi with some incredulity.

"Bang!!" The huge long sword smashed into the palace, shaking the ground of the palace to the ground, and some palaces were shaking and almost collapsing.

But at this moment, in the palace, a dragon groan suddenly sounded.

Then, the people of the whole capital saw a scene that they will never forget in this life.

A small golden dragon, screaming mournfully, crawled out from under the palace and flew into the sky.

With a "wow", Emperor Chengping's body suddenly surged out of an even more terrifying black gas, and he opened his mouth to spew out a mouthful of essence blood, and his breath was sluggish.

"That's Dragon Luck." Dao Wuya's eyes narrowed slightly at this time, as if he knew what Fang Yi wanted to do.

But at the same time, the talented long sword that Fang Yi had condensed just now also dissipated at this time.

"Xing, the people are bitter!"

"Death, the people are suffering!"

Fang Yi was compassionate at this time, and then stood in mid-air, looking at the people of the city.

"Mountainside Yangtong Care for the Ancients"

"The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are on the surface of Tongguan Road. Looking at the western capital, he hesitated. ”

"Sadly, before the court, the palace was made of soil. Xing, the people suffer; Death, the people suffer. ”

At this moment, all the Wenqu starlight in the sky was sprinkled on Fang Yi's body, and a terrifying talent was poured into Fang Yi's body, but unfortunately, the current Fang Yi was just a divine soul body, unable to absorb that terrifying talent, so he could only let those talents drill into his body, and then dissipate again, rising in mid-air.

The Four Saint Heroic Souls were also alarmed early, and after reciting the last line of the poem, the Four Holy Heroic Souls also turned into a massive amount of talent, wanting to rush into Fang Yi's body, but they also failed, and their talents gathered in front of Fang Yi, with nowhere to go.

"Talent, it's useless with me, Fang Yi will share it with you today." Fang Yi looked up at Wenqu Starlight, and then said lightly: "Talent blessing, become holy as soon as possible." ”

Saying that, Luo Qingyi was the first to feel the pleasure of Wenqu Xing's body, a pure and terrifying talent, sweeping her body at this time.

In addition, Yunxi, Zhao Wouji, Zhao Zhe, Xia Yu, as well as Wang Jingzhen, Ji Yuejian, Jiang Baiyi and others who were far away in the Jiangnan School Palace, all suddenly felt that the Wenqu starlight was shining on them, and a terrifying talent rushed into their bodies.

However, many civil officials who were also on the scene were not illuminated by the starlight of Wenqu, nor did they get any effect of instilling talent

Fang Yi wanted to divide his talents equally, and it had nothing to do with them.

After doing all this, Fang Yi glanced at Emperor Chengping and then at Yun Wuji, laughed, and said, "Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince, today, Fang Yi will give you one last gift." ”

Emperor Chengping's spirit has been exhausted to the extreme at this time, and Yun Wuji is also a little tired at this time, this damn Fang Yi, he is willing to dismantle this great dynasty.

Fang Yi's gaze was resolute at this time, and then his divine soul suddenly soared into the sky, and the next moment, his body rushed towards the golden dragon in the sky.

Emperor Chengping's eyes were cracked at this time, and he roared: "Stop!" ”

But it was too late, Fang Yi's last gift was that dragon luck.

Fang Yi's divine soul opened its mouth and slammed towards the golden dragon, the golden dragon was frightened by this, and suddenly began to become manic, and then let out a terrible roar, wanting to swallow Fang Yi's mouth in turn.

But in the end, Fang Yi still swallowed the golden dragon.

The golden dragon burst out with a terrifying light, crashing everywhere in Fang Yi's divine soul body, I don't know how long it took, only to hear a "bang" in the sky, Fang Yi's divine soul body began to crack rapidly, and then inch by inch, turned into flying ashes, and that golden dragon, with Fang Yi's divine soul body shattered, turned into fragments, blowing with the wind, scattered all over the world.

Fang Yi's divine soul completely disappeared and no longer existed, his physical body exploded, and his talent was distributed to the people of the world, and now the divine soul is also dead.

Emperor Chengping opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his black hair, which had been raised, turned white in an instant, and wrinkles crawled all over his face, and he fell to the sky and lost consciousness.