Chapter 1292: Late Arrival

Strands of golden text lingered around Feng Buwen's body, lingering, and the Dao manifested in it.

It is a picture of a back alley, a young poor scholar in a green shirt covered with patches, sitting in the alley next to the Chaos shop, and propping up a wooden board, on which is written a passage of a thousand-character prose. Pointing on the wooden sign, he led a group of children sitting on small benches at home to read in rhythmic rhythm.

"Don't smell brother! Don't smell brother!"

A girl galloped around the young poor scholar and said with a smile: "There is Yan Ruyu in the book. I don't know that my brother has read a lot of books. Will he marry a daughter-in-law more beautiful than flowers in the future? It's like Widow Liu on the East Street. daughter?"

The poor scholar's face turned red instantly: "Li Caiyu, don't talk nonsense!"

A group of boys laughed together.

One of the boys stepped forward, holding a few chestnuts in his hand, and said with a smile: "I don't know, brother, my mother said that you look really good, if you dress up a bit, you are not the most handsome in ten miles and eight villages." Young man? Here, these candied chestnuts are for you to eat. If you feel at ease someday, why don’t you marry my sister?”

A group of boys laughed and booed, and one of the chubby guys laughed loudly: "Wang Dayou, just because your sister looks so ugly, don't let us ignore brother, who is a scholar, okay? I'm worried that your sister will sleep at night Turning around, we crushed our brother Buwen into a piece of paper~~~"

The young poor scholar just smiled and said nothing, holding a scroll in his hand, as if standing there, he formed a world of his own.

Thousand-Character Essay, the first book he read and taught when he was young, but he never thought that he would never come out of it in his whole life.

...

"Stop attacking!"

I suddenly raised my palm, and under the Transformation Transformation, a golden ripple instantly swept across half of the battlefield accompanied by my mood. For a while, most of the players stopped At this moment, everyone is caught in a dilemma. Attacking is equivalent to destroying Feng Buwen's Confucian cultivation. If you don't fight, you can only watch Feng Buwen being killed. Fan Yi took advantage of it and continued to spend his time at the foot of Wenqiu Mountain.

"Don't worry about me."

Deep in the mountain, there was a faint voice from Feng Buwen: "If you don't break through the solidified landscape array of the Thousand Characters, how can you level this Wenqiu Mountain? ? Go ahead and break it, if my literary fortune can be distributed to half of the Xuanyuan clan, it will be enough."

"what to do!?"

Zhang Lingyue, who had already ordered the shelling to stop, immediately stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "My lord, do you want to fight or not?"

I was hesitant, and at this moment, an unheard voice came from the heart lake: "Fan Yi's plan is to use Wenqiu Mountain to exhaust my cultivation, and at the same time, let the son of the Xuanyuan Empire continue to attack, causing Many casualties, these dead souls will be refined by the shadow of death, and eventually become part of the Heroic Spirit Pool. If Fan Yi and Lin Hai's scheme is really successful, the sun and the moon will be darkened, and the universe will be overturned. No need for any consequences Shall I say more? So, my ignorant cultivation can be wiped away, but the world must still be there, so you should know yourself how to choose."

"knew."

I lightly raised my hand and shouted: "Continue to attack, welcome back the wind!"

"Yes, my lord!"

The heavy artillery salvo started again, and the player's offensive resumed in an instant, but the speed was still slow, breaking a heavy ban every minute, I really don't know when it will be a head.

...

Not long after, when I triggered a psychic celestial demon again, his attributes were obviously much stronger than before. Although he still didn't have the supernatural power of transformation, his attributes seemed to have surpassed mine, and his attack limit was about 10 times higher than mine. % or so, it is quite strenuous to kill, the obvious thing just happened like this, the more times the Mind Aspect Heavenly Demon is triggered, the stronger it will become, and the thing that worries me the most happened, if this happens, for Lin Xi, It doesn't matter to players with outstanding operations, such as clearing lights and killing mortal dust, but most of the middle and lower reaches of the players will be embarrassed. It is very likely that they will not be able to beat the celestial demon they summoned at all, and they can only withdraw from the battlefield voluntarily.

And in this way, the player's speed of attacking the prohibition of Wenqiu Mountain will become slower and slower!

"drop!"

Suddenly, a reminder appeared in the sky above Wenqiu Mountain's multiple restraining formations——

System prompt: [Wenqiu Mountain] formation countdown has started, the current time is: 10 hours, once the time runs out, if the player still fails to complete the strategy, all landscape prohibition formations will be reset!

...

"Reset?!"

Slaughtering Fanchen's face was pale: "Order us to finish the fight within ten hours? Or will we restore the 1000-level ban?"

"Well, that's what it means literally." Kamei was a little silent after she finished speaking.

"Not too good."

Lin Xi frowned: "The rules of the system are too stuck for us, and the refreshing intensity of the psychic demon is getting higher and higher. If this continues, we will definitely not be able to defeat it."

"What should I do?" Abby asked.

"Cold salad!"

I frowned and said, "Take one step at a time, fight first, man is not as good as God, if we just give up like this, then there is really no hope at all, everyone agrees?"

"Um!"

So, everyone continued to attack, while I looked up and talked to Zhang Lingyue in my heart: "Apart from heavy artillery, what long-range offensive can we use?"

"Spirit boat."

Zhang Lingyue said in a deep voice: "After this year's vigorous research and development, the Inscription Institute and the Handicraft Department have produced many spirit boats equipped with heavy artillery and inscription firearms. There are more than 400 spirit boats. If these spirit boats are dispatched together, launch If the attack on Shanshui is prohibited, our attack speed may be faster."

"Give me an order to mobilize the spirit boat to join the battle."

"yes!"

Not long after, Zhang Lingyue said again: "My lord, besides the spirit boat of the Xuanyuan Empire, there is another force that can be used, as long as your lord orders it."

"What power?"

"Huanglongguo." He said in a deep voice, "the first day our envoy arrived in Huanglongguo, there were indeed some troubles. The whole country of Huanglongguo was arguing about the northward relocation, but when the envoy made the decision at the luncheon the next day, After it was planned by you, my lord, the young ruler of Huanglong Kingdom no longer hesitated, and immediately made a plan to move north, and dispatched more than half of the elite troops of Huanglong Kingdom in advance for Xuanyuan Empire to send, among them, there were 100 spirit ships. Zhou, the combat power is quite impressive."

"Then don't hesitate, dispatch them together and fight against Wenqiu Mountain!"

"Yes, my lord!"

...

About half an hour later, the sky was densely covered with spirit boats, which opened the eyes of the players. The next moment, the sky and the ground were set on fire, and the damage rate of the Wenqiu mountain and water prohibition began to increase, but it was still not enough. Breaking down all the restrictions within an hour seems to be a little bit off.

There is no way, I have already done everything I can do, and all I can do is do my best and obey the destiny.

A layer of restrictions covering the entire Wenqiu Mountain, countless players attacked intensively, the picture was gorgeous, and on both sides, the two guilds of Mythology, Fenglin and Volcano, and the Strange Demon Legion also strangled together, making it even more thrilling.

In the blink of an eye, it was already three o'clock in the morning, and everyone was tired, but no one backed down. This battle was no longer as simple as a victory or defeat, but a matter of the dignity of the national uniform. My own minister in white was crushed under Wenqiu Mountain It would be a national humiliation to spend the day and night on the road, and this battle would bring Buwen back to the empire no matter what, and he couldn't be allowed to continue to be a plaything in the hands of the literary thief Fan Yi.

Around four o'clock.

There was movement in the Indian server again. A large number of Indian server players detoured from the east of Wenqiu Mountain and began to attack Fenglin Huoshan and Yilu's outer positions. The number of people was so large that the national server could only deploy elites to resist. The speed of the prohibition strategy originally planned by time was even slower, which was worrying. At about five o'clock in the morning, the landscape restriction of Wenqiu Mountain was still at least 600+ heavy, but the countdown was only halfway. According to this speed, we Doomed to fail.

Amidst the sound of horseshoes, a group of npcs approached. They were from the national service camp, led by Shanhai Gongnan Gongyi, Qionghai Hou Zhang Yichou, Tianyu Hou Sikong Yu and others.

"His Royal Highness Xiaoyao Wang!"

Everyone clasped their fists together.

I could only withdraw from the front line, and asked coldly with my double-bladed eyes: "What's wrong?"

"It doesn't make much sense to continue attacking like this."

Shan Haigong Nangong also clasped his fists and said: "Fan Yi is engulfing half of the world's cultural fortune, and now he uses Feng Xiang's cultivation as a shield to attract the attack of the imperial army. In this battle, the imperial army has suffered heavy losses. Now the Daxiang Dynasty The troops of the Strange Demon Legion stormed our position from the east, south, and west respectively, and the attack on the Shanshui prohibition in front was in vain. It is doomed to be a fruitless fight. I implore Your Highness to stop immediately Attack, retreat to the Antler Pass!"

Qionghai Hou Zhang Yichou said: "This is also what His Majesty meant, please King Xiaoyao consider it!"

"What does His Majesty mean?"

I raised my eyebrows: "Your Majesty has already said that all the battles will be given to me to command. If His Majesty really means it, please ask His Majesty to come and tell me in person. If not, you Zhang Yichou will not be the Marquis of Qionghai in the future." , I don’t need to say more about the crime of falsely preaching the imperial decree, right?”

"Happy King!"

Nangong also frowned and said, "The soldiers of the empire are sacrificing a lot every minute. King Xiaoyao really has the heart to continue going his own way for a dying Feng Xiang? Besides, Feng Xiang also has a decree to let us give up and let him alone!"

"Yeah?"

I smiled slightly: "But as far as I know, Feng Xiang only asked us not to take into account his physical fitness and cultivation, but he didn't order us to retreat? There is no need to discuss this matter again. You all go back to your positions. If you violate my military order, you will be punished." Don't blame me for being black."

"yes!"

Seeing that they couldn't make sense, everyone left angrily.

I frowned, these people came here with such fanfare, is it the new emperor Xuanyuanli's pressure test on me? This new emperor is indeed a little worrying.

...

Ten o'clock the next day.

There are still less than ten minutes until the end of the countdown, but there are at least 250 mountains and rivers in front of our eyes. It seems that it is a certainty that we cannot break through the huge array arranged by Fan Yi.

"snort!"

In the distance, Nan Gongyi, Zhang Yichou and others all sneered and waited to see the joke. If the battle of Wenqiu Mountain really fails this time, I, the Happy King...seems like I won't be able to continue, right? It's not a big problem if the new emperor really wants to abolish me and get the support of his officials. What can I do then, will I be able to kill the king and seize the throne with my own cultivation?

I can't do this, because I have failed the late Emperor Xuanyuanying, and I have failed my own conscience.

"It's over."

Ah Fei sighed softly: "Is our national server going to fail twice in a row? This is really unprecedented."

Lin Xi was silent.

I also remained silent, but at this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from my ear: "Junior brother, get out of the way."

...

Just when I hovered in the wind and suddenly moved hundreds of meters horizontally, a sword light flew from the sky, forming a straight line above the earth, and the sword that Senior Sister Yun slashed from Longyu came long after.