Fang Yi's throat came out with a low sound like the roar of a wild beast, which made people feel terrified when they heard this sentence.
Especially at this time, the guards and commanders of the Royal Forest Army who participated in suppressing the public complaints that day had their legs trembling, fearing that Fang Yi would rise up and kill them on the spot.
"Protect Your Majesty." More and more people gathered towards Emperor Taiping and Yun Wuji to prevent them from having the chance and time to react once Fang Yi made a move.
"It doesn't matter." Emperor Taiping waved his hand, but he didn't take Fang Yi to heart.
However, he would not take it seriously if he was only a fifth-grade person, even if it was a fifth-grade person who cultivated all three paths at the same time. What's more, Song Zhiwen and Dao Wuya are here. Even if King Gu takes action, he still has room for change. Of course, he will not be afraid of Fang Yi's sudden rise at this time.
At this time, Emperor Taiping just watched with cold eyes, watching Fang Yi's changes.
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Fang Yi's belly began to bulge rapidly, getting bigger and bigger.
People who practice martial arts are very familiar with such situations, especially Chuntao. When Chuntao wanted to save Xia Yi at the Wang family in Taiyuan, he used these methods.
Self-destruct.
The martial arts cultivator concentrates all his energy and blood, and then explodes his body instantly. The power of this explosion is extremely terrifying. This is the martial arts cultivator's most powerful method, which can kill masters who are more powerful than himself.
Of course, this is a lose-lose style of play, or it can be called a suicidal style of play.
After a martial artist self-destructs, basically 99% of them will die on the spot. Even those who don't die on the spot will not live long.
Basically, nothing can be left intact. The reason why Chuntao was able to save lives in the first place was because Chuntao only completed the preliminary work and did not explode.
Once it explodes, it will detonate one's own body, and the body will explode into minced meat in an instant. Among martial arts cultivators, no one dares to do this except for eighth-level martial arts cultivators who can achieve immortality.
When Fang Yi's belly began to become as big as that of a nine-month pregnant woman, the chain of seals finally began to be stretched by Fang Yi, getting bigger and bigger, until finally, only "click, click" was heard. "The sound kept ringing at this time, and not long after, the chains of seals all shattered at this time and completely dissipated into nothingness.
At the same time, all the talents around Fang Yi were also gathered in his literary palace, and the stars of literary music were shining brightly, shining on Fang Yi's talents stored in his literary palace like a vast ocean.
Fang Yi's soul also left his body at this time and was wandering in mid-air.
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"Little friend Fang Yi, what are you doing..." Zhao Wuji suddenly felt powerless at this moment. Faced with such a situation, he had no way to save himself.
"Yi'er." Luoshen Hou Hu's eyes were filled with tears, and he clenched his fists at this time.
In a daze, Luo Shenhou seemed to see Fang Yi's father, a man with thick eyebrows and a simple face.
"Brother, I rescued you not for anything else but for this little brat like me." The words of that simple man still echoed in Luo Shenhou's ears: "Brother, when you become rich, you will save me, this little brat." It is better for me to be taken to you and be a servant than to be the beast of the barbarians in this bitter cold land."
"Luo Heng promises, Brother Fang, if I, Luo Heng, can go back alive, and when Qing Yi comes of age, I will take Yi'er over and marry Qing Yi." Luo Shenhou's answer at that time was resounding.
At this time, Luo Shenhou looked at the determination in Fang Yi's eyes, and suddenly his memories overlapped, as if he saw the shadow of Fang Yi's father.
He had promised to take good care of Fang Yi, but now he broke his promise.
Fang Yi laughed wildly, with tears rolling in his eyes, and said: "Fang Yi will never forget your kindness to Fang Yi, but he can only repay it in the next life. Today, Fang Yi wants to clean up the evil of the imperial court and kill a few dogs." Official, we have given the people of the capital a bright future."
As he said that, Fang Yi flew towards the leader of the Royal Forest Army. The leader of the Royal Forest Army was also a strong man in the seventh-grade Heavenly Realm. This time, he didn't rush and punched Fang Yi with a punch.
Fang Yi refused to dodge, and then forcefully withstood the punch of the commander of the imperial forest army, and then pressed his body tightly against the commander of the imperial forest army again.
"Blast me!" Fang Yi hugged the leader of the Royal Forest Army tightly with a ferocious expression, and then uttered these three words coldly.
"Bang!" With a loud bang, Fang Yi's body exploded into pieces, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, and no bones left.
But the power of such an explosion was extremely terrifying. Wherever Fang Yi's explosion hit, all the guards were killed without leaving a single one behind.
The leader of the Royal Forest Army, as a master of the seventh-grade Heavenly Realm, could not escape death. His body seemed to be intact at this time, but his internal organs had been blown to pieces by Fang Yi's self-destruction force.
He forced himself to stand, but the next moment, he collapsed. He let out a heavy breath, and then blood began to flow out from his mouth and nose. After a while, the ground was covered by the soldiers commanded by the Imperial Forest Army. Blood stained red.
If it is dead, the power of self-destruction can kill it instantly, leaving no room for resistance.
The leader of the Royal Forest Army was already dead, and Fang Yi's body was also gone.
"Husband!!"
"Uncle!"
"Yi'er!"
"Little friend Fang Yi!"
For a moment, everyone shouted in unison, but Fang Yi was no longer in this world.
"No, he's not dead yet." At this time, Song Zhiwen glanced at Dao Wuya, and then said: "He is a master of the fifth-grade golden elixir realm of Taoism, and his soul is strong. Although his body was broken just now, his soul He has just wandered out of his mind, and his soul has not been destroyed, so naturally he has not died."
Dao Wuya nodded slightly: "The Taoist sect has the realm of spiritual wandering. The soul can travel out of the body. Although the physical body is destroyed, the soul is not destroyed, so it is not considered physical death."
Emperor Taiping didn't care. Even though the loyal commander of the Imperial Forest Army was dead, Emperor Taiping didn't even look at him.
It was as if an ant had died.
At this time, the Gu King outside the city gate also had a more intense interest on his face, but he did not interfere in the affairs of the city. He was just watching the next development of things with interest.
Emperor Taiping also looked at the place where Fang Yi died and disappeared. A soul body was slowly condensing.
What Song Zhiwen said just now was indeed correct. Fang Yi's soul was not destroyed, but still stood in mid-air.
The immortal 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.
"Killing a guard commander was just to avenge Grandma Lu, but if one dies, more will appear." Fang Yi spoke again at this time.
"What do you want to do??" Yun Wuji looked at Fang Yi's soul and asked.
"I have a poem to give to Da Li." Fang Yi laughed loudly at this time, and then said.
His whole body exploded, his palace shattered, and his talents had nowhere to rest. At this moment, all the talents as vast as the Milky Way gathered in front of Fang Yi.
Fang Yi wants to write poetry again? ?
Suddenly, everyone had a variety of emotions, some were scared, some were looking forward to it, and some were excited.
I'm afraid that Fang Yi has always had an astonishing poetic talent. If his poems are good, it's not bad, they can help people to be remembered forever. Many of the poems he wrote before are all famous lines through the ages, especially the poem "Farewell Horses" he wrote at the time. "Great Confucian" made Ma Yiming's name resound throughout Dali.
But if the poems he wrote are not good, they are also terrible and can be infamy for thousands of years.
For example, the couplet "The green mountains are fortunate enough to bury loyal bones, and the innocent white iron to cast sycophants" is enough to make the governor of the capital infamous for thousands of years.
He will become synonymous with sycophants, and he will be reviled by generations in the future and will never be able to stand up again.
This is the most disgusting thing about Confucian and Taoist literati.
This time, Fang Yi wants to write a poem and give it to them. You can use your toes to figure out whether Fang Yi can write good poems or bad poems.
This is almost a no-brainer.
Emperor Taiping and Yun Wuji both frowned, but at this time, they could no longer stop it.
But the civil servants present were excited and scared. Since Fang Yi was born, poetry has flourished, which is a great thing for Confucianism and Taoism.
The poetry of the ages will cause the starlight of literature and music to shine down, and even alarm the souls of the Four Saints, so that talents will be sent from heaven, and scholars all over the world can take a share of the pie.
But now, Fang Yitie was definitely going to write a poem to curse them, but they couldn't refute it.
""Shanshan Yangtong Cares about the Ancients"" Fang Yi's body was filled with energy at this time, making a deafening roar of explosions.
With the blessing of talent, every word Fang Yi uttered resounded in every corner of the capital.
"Does this look like a song?" Song Zhiwen looked at Fang Yi in surprise, then shook his head: "No, this is a song."
Yes, this is exactly the famous song "Shanshan Yangtong Cares about the Ancients" that will be passed down through the ages!
"The peaks and mountains are like clusters, the waves are like angry waves, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road inside and outside."
Fang Yiman chanted softly, and his talent floated in the sky, and then turned into mountains and mountains, the endless Yellow River, and the ancient road connecting mountains and rivers.
This is Tongguan, a key pass in the Northland that guards the Northern Barbarians.
At this time, when everyone present looked at the picture in the sky formed by Fang Yi's talents, they all felt as if they were immersed in the scene, as if they were standing in front of Tongguan.
"Looking at the Western Capital, I feel hesitant." Fang Yi continued to read. This sentence expresses his state of mind. Standing here, looking back at the capital, hesitant in his heart.
In the sky, Wenquxing suddenly grew larger at this time, emitting a dazzling light that almost competed with the bright sun in the sky.
All the literati present felt the warmth of Wenquxing's caress.
Wenquxing moves, this is Wenquxing moving.
After such a long time, Fang Yi finally composed a poem that could shock the stars of literature and music again.
Previously, Fang Yi had never composed such poems except for the song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" that shocked the literary and music stars.
Most of the poems written after Fang Yi are war poems. For the vast majority of Confucian and Taoist monks, war poems are of little use, and war poems cannot stir up the movement of Wenqu stars and cannot let the world enjoy the starlight shed by Wenqu stars. , the benefits of helping them grow their talents.
This time, Wenquxing was finally moved again.
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At the same time, in the Rusheng Palace, Mr. Da woke up from his deep sleep again.
The sculptures of the Four Saints were shaking.
"That boy, wrote a shocking poem again??" Mr. Da smiled helplessly, one black eyeball and one white eyeball kept turning at this moment, so in his eyes, mountains and rivers were turning.
After a moment of wandering, Mr. Da suddenly withdrew his gaze, with a gloomy look on his face: "You actually want to kill the future saint of my human race!! What a wolfish ambition!"
"Four Saints, disciples are leaving seclusion." Mr. Da stood up at this time and spoke to the sculpture of the Four Saints.
The sculpture of the Four Saints shook violently and kept shaking.
Zhou Sheng's sculpture nodded slightly, expressing agreement. Jiang Sheng shook his head, disagreeing, and Li Sheng also shook his head, disagreeing.
Only the Master was left. The Master pondered for a moment, but did not give an answer. The statue of the Master did not move, and did not give any objection or support.
Mr. Da carries the four holy treasures and guards the Confucian Sage Palace. He is the patron saint of Confucianism and Taoism in the world and the world's cultural heritage. Mr. Da cannot leave the Confucian Sage Palace without permission. This is a rule from ancient times to the present.
Therefore, two of the Four Saints were opposed to this.
"Disciple begs to be released. Some people are ambitious and want to kill the future saints of our human race, the Four Saints. If the disciple does not come out at this time, the human race will still have no saints in the next hundred years!!" Mr. Da was very anxious at this time. Among the Four Saints, two of them Everyone objected to his leaving the seclusion, and he did not dare to leave without authorization, so he could only explain the reason again.
After a moment of silence, Zhou Sheng nodded again, but this time, Jiang Sheng's sculpture stopped moving, and Li Sheng did not respond. The Master remained the same, without giving any answer.
None of the three saints made a clear statement, which meant they were not opposed, but Zhou Sheng chose to support it, which meant that Mr. Da could act according to Zhou Sheng's instructions.
"Go to the east gate of the city." Mr. Da bowed to the statue of the Four Saints and left quickly.
In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the east gate of the capital, and happened to hear the lyrics and music of Xia Que read by Fang Yi.
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"It's sad that all the palaces and palaces in the past dynasty were turned into dirt." In an instant, all the talents around Fang Yi condensed into the scene of Daqian's massive construction and construction of Daqian's palace, which was replaced by Dali. , established the prosperous scene of Dali Dynasty.
But then, all the thousands of palaces built by the Daqian Dynasty were reduced to nothing in an instant. This is the cruelty of war. Once the dynasty is changed and the gates are changed, those luxurious palaces will be reduced to nothing in an instant and annihilated. 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 innuendo.
The talent around Fang Yi shook and turned into a powerful sword in the blink of an eye. The Wenqu star in the sky swayed and erupted with terrifying starlight. This time, the starlight did not shine on other places, but on the sword that Fang Yi had condensed. On top of the sharp sword, the sharp sword was blessed by Wenqu Starlight, and instantly began to become powerful and terrifying, forming a long sword that shot straight into the sky.
Fang Yi's eyes were cold at this moment, and then he spoke again: "Everything in the palace has been turned into dirt!"
The long sword screamed and smashed down towards the east gate of the capital in the blink of an eye. The corpses on the gate fell one by one and lay flat on the ground, as if they were sleeping peacefully.
Under everyone's astonished gaze, the east gate of the capital exploded instantly, then began to crack rapidly, and finally collapsed and turned into nothingness.
"Shu Zi!!" Emperor Taiping's eyes were cracked and his hair was flying. Today's change is going to cost him his life.
The other officials who followed also looked at Fang Yi in disbelief, wondering what Fang Yi was doing.
"National Master, take action quickly and kill this beast." Yun Wuji also turned around suddenly at this time and said to Dao Wuya.
Dao Wuya is an eighth-grade Taixu, and Fang Yi is no more than a fifth-grade golden elixir. The national master can kill Fang Yi in an instant. Fang Yi cannot be allowed to cause trouble at this time.
"As long as I'm here, you can't do anything." At this moment, Mr. Da's figure emerged from the void, with a book under his feet, and the 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 Wuji, or other civil servants, even Yun Wuji, Emperor Taiping, and Dao Wuya were all saluting Mr. Da at this time.
Mr. Da is the master of Confucianism, the patron saint of Confucian and Taoist disciples in the world, and the patron saint of their Dali cultural background. They were not afraid of the King of Gu before he came. On the one hand, it was because the King of Gu only descended part of the soul, and did not It's not that strong. Another very important point is that they have the means to check and balance the Gu King, and that is Mr. Da.
King Gu is the top combat power in the world today, but Mr. Da is half a Confucian and Taoist saint, and Mr. Da also has the combat power of a Confucian and Taoist saint.
At most, Gu King and Mr. Big are in a 50-50 situation.
If King Gu dares to come to Dali and wants to destroy Dali by himself, Mr. Da will definitely take action.
"Mr. Da!" After seeing the etiquette, Song Zhiwen frowned and said: "Mr. Da, you guard the Confucian Sage Palace, aloof from things and ignore worldly affairs. How can you leave the Confucian Sage Palace so easily without fear of the arrival of the Four Saints? Blame it?”
"The Four Saints approve of my trip." Mr. Da replied calmly.
Song Zhiwen immediately shut up, and even Yun Wuji did not dare to say anything more, nor did he say anything more to make Dao Wuya take action.
Everyone present was silent except for Fang Yi, whose voice spread to every corner of the capital.
"All the palaces and palaces have been turned into dust." Fang Yi still said this. The long sword that just destroyed the east gate of the capital was once again supported by the billowing talents, gathered together, and the long sword flew into the air at this time. , and then slashed towards the place where the palace was.
"How dare you, Shuzi!!" Emperor Taiping was shocked and extremely angry. How dare Fang Yi really dare to turn the palace into dust? ?
"Crazy, crazy." At this time, all the officials and generals felt their scalps numb. This Fang Yi was crazy, completely crazy.
Even Mr. Da looked at Fang Yi in disbelief.
"Bang!" The huge long sword hit the palace, shaking the ground of the palace and cracking it. Some palaces were swaying and almost collapsed.
But at this moment, a dragon roar suddenly came from the palace.
Then, all the people in the capital saw a scene that they would never forget in their lives.
A small golden dragon screamed sadly, climbed out from under the palace, and flew into the sky.
With a sound of "Wow", Emperor Taiping's body suddenly surged with even more terrifying black energy. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, his breath sluggish.
"That's Dragon Luck." Dao Wuya narrowed his eyes slightly at this time, as if he knew what Fang Yi wanted to do.
But at the same time, the sword of talent that Fang Yi had just condensed also dissipated at this moment.
"Prosperity, people suffer!"
"Death, the people will suffer!"
Fang Yi felt compassionate at this moment, and then stood in mid-air, looking at the people in the city.
"Yangtong Caring for the Ancients on the Hillside"
"The peaks and mountains are like clusters, the waves are like angry waves, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road inside and outside. Looking at the Western Capital, I feel hesitant."
"When I was sad, all the palaces and palaces where I walked were turned into dirt. When it prospered, the people suffered; when it died, the people suffered."
At this moment, all the Wenqu stars in the sky were shining on Fang Yi, and waves of terrible talents were poured into Fang Yi's body. Unfortunately, Fang Yi now is just a divine soul body, unable to absorb that terrible talents, and can only Let those talents penetrate into his body, then dissipate again and rise into the air.
The Four Saints' Heroic Souls were also alarmed early. After reciting the last line of the poem, the Four Saints' Heroic Souls also turned into a massive amount of talent. They wanted to rush into Fang Yi's body, but they failed. The talents gathered in front of Fang Yi and had nowhere to go. go.
"Talent is useless to me. Fang Yi will share his talent with you today." Fang Yi raised his head and looked at Wenqu Xingguang, and then said lightly: "With the blessing of talent, I will become a saint as soon as possible."
As she said that, Luo Qingyi was the first to feel the pleasure of Wen Quxing filling her body, and a pure and terrifying talent was washing her whole body.
In addition, Yun Xi, Zhao Wuji, Zhao Zhe, Xia Yu, as well as Wang Jingzhe, Ji Yuehen, Jiang Baiyi and others who were far away in Jiangnan Academy, all suddenly felt the stars of Wenqu shining on them, one after another. Terrible talents rushed into their bodies.
But many civil servants who were also present at the scene had never been illuminated by the starlight of Wenqu, nor had they had any effect of instilling talents into their bodies.
Fang Yi wants to share his talents equally, which has nothing to do with them.
After doing all this, Fang Yi glanced at Emperor Taiping, then at Yun Wuji, laughed loudly, and said: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness, today, Fang Yi will give you one last gift."
Emperor Taiping's spirit was extremely depressed at this time, and Yun Wuji was also a little tired at this time. This damn Fang Yi, he had to tear down the Dali Dynasty before he was willing to do it.
Fang Yi's eyes were determined at this moment, and then his soul suddenly rose into the sky. The next moment, his body rushed towards the golden dragon in the sky.
Emperor Taiping's eyes were now cracked, and he roared: "Stop!!"
But it was too late, Fang Yi's last gift was the dragon luck.
Fang Yi's soul opened its mouth and swallowed the golden dragon. The golden dragon was frightened and suddenly became manic, and then let out a terrifying roar, trying to swallow Fang Yi in turn.
But in the end, Fang Yi swallowed the golden dragon.
The golden dragon burst out with terrifying light, hitting Fang Yi's soul body everywhere. I don't know how long it took, but there was a "bang" in the sky. Fang Yi's soul body began to crack rapidly, and then turned into flying pieces inch by inch. Ashes, and the golden dragon also shattered along with Fang Yi's soul body, turning into fragments that were blown by the wind and scattered all over the world.
Fang Yi's soul completely died and no longer existed. His body exploded and his talents were distributed to the people of the world. Now his soul is also dead.
Emperor Taiping opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood. His dark green hair, which had been well maintained, instantly turned white, and wrinkles covered his face. He fell to the sky and lost consciousness.
