Chapter 1990 (1/2)

Fang Yun said, ”please also exchange the historical inheritance of ancient demons with me.”

Among the ancient demons, although the ability or blood inheritance is very secret, the historical inheritance is different. Baidi tribes often share it. The historical inheritance of ancient demons engraved outside Binggong mountain is the best proof.

”After passing on you, I will sleep and see you someday!”

Subsequently, Fang Yun felt a strange force pouring into his literary palace. A few forces were intercepted by the literary palace and swallowed up by the dragon in the literary palace. The remaining forces entered the literary palace to form an ancient demon inheritance map, and then entered the world of strange books and turned into Fang Yun's knowledge.

Fang Yun didn't leave the soul cloister immediately, but read the ancient demon history of the butcher family, which made up for the missing ancient demon history in the inheritance of negative Yue, and could make the ancient demon history more perfect.

After that, Fang Yun began to study the zhenhun cloister. It took three days to master this ownerless zhenhun cloister, control zhenhun mountain, and finally recite the heaven supervision law passed by the snow God.

The earth shook, and the whole soul cloister continued to shrink, and then turned into a foot high hill, which fell on Fang Yun's palm.

The peak is dark, and there are strange blue soul talisman everywhere on the mountain wall, which is full of mysterious meaning.

”Good thing!” Fang Yun smiled happily.

The town soul cloister is far more powerful than imagined, and the number is extremely rare.

Because the soul cloister was built for the soul of ancestors.

The real purpose of Fang Yun is not the snow God, but the powerful soul cloister.

”From now on, I'll prepare for that day...”

Fang Yun's thoughts floated and he remembered that although Shushan did not deliberately publicize it, it was discussed one after another on the list. Countless people cheered and cheered. The overall strength of the great Confucian of the human race was improved, and there was a greater chance of winning against the demon barbarians.

Soon there was a rumor that the literary giant Yi Zhishi did not accept Fang Yun's invitation to go to the blood mangling place.

On this day, all senior officials in Baling city did not want to read the discussion list, but lined up and slowly entered the study of the governor's office.

Fang Yun sat behind the table, his face sinking like water, staring at the documents on the table, and didn't even look at the senior staff of the third grade and the fourth grade.

Dong Wencong, governor of the prefecture, Fang Shouye, and all the departments were listed one by one, standing honestly. I don't know what happened.

Relying on his familiarity with Fang Yun, Fang Shouye moved to the tea table in the study and was ready to drink tea.

”Who told you to drink tea!” Fang Yun's tone was very flat, but all the officials were cold all over.

Fang Shouye smiled awkwardly and bowed his head motionless.

The officials looked at each other and all felt bad, because Fang Yun even scolded his uncle, which was obviously a precursor of the storm.