Chapter 2189 (1/2)

The country is in ruins.

Fang Yun looked as usual without regret. In order to kill the mysterious leopard demon king, this level of sacrifice is nothing.

The silver light flickered in the Wenqu palace, and the Wenqu star light suddenly became thick. The silver light emitted outside the micro Wenqu star, which fused two pieces of Wenqu star fragments, was like milk, pouring all over the country and the world.

The broken outer wall of jiaguotianxia heals at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fang Yun looked at it with a smile. Instead, the world of the ordinary great Confucian country was broken into such pieces. Either there was no further progress in this life, or he went to pray for the help of semi saints.

However, in an hour, the cracks on the surface of the country and the world will completely disappear and can be completely restored in a few days.

At this time, Fang Yun looked up at the withered tripod on the second brilliant moon. The withered tripod trembled gently, made a sound as thick as a bell, and then suddenly burst.

The rusty cauldron exploded without warning and turned into hundreds of millions of silver and black threads, as if countless black snakes were thrown into the earth of home, country and world.

After a flash, the earth surface in the country was covered with a layer of silver black metal color, and all plants became particularly strong.

Fang Yun is just a family, so even if there is spirituality, there is very little in the family, country and world, just like manipulated puppets and sculptures, but now, all trees have strange changes.

The leaves of each tree fall one after another. After the leaves fall on the land, they will decay rapidly, and new leaves will slowly grow on the originally fallen branches. When other leaves wither once, this leaf will continue to wither, so back and forth and cycle endlessly.

In the world of home and country, the trees have spirit, and the fallen leaves are like rain, endless.

Fang Yun closed his eyes, felt it carefully, and then nodded gently.

Before, the family, the country and the world had two strange powers, namely, breaking and guidance, but now, breaking and decay are completely integrated to form a new decay, but it is more terrible than both.

No matter how strong it is, it is only the power of Confucianism. No matter how weak it is, it also has the power of holy Tao.

Fang Yun opened his eyes and looked at a towering tree ten feet ahead. With a flick of his finger, a wisp of talent flew out.

This wisp of talent is very few. It is only one tenth of the talent required by a scholar war poem, but at the core of this wisp of talent, it carries the power of decay.

Talent fell on the big tree, and Fang Yun's holy Qi flowed. A big tree that was very common in the tree world immediately became transparent in Fang Yun's eyes, and all changes could not be concealed from his eyes.

Where this wisp of talent first touched, there was a small hole the size of a needle tip in the bark. In addition, the surface did not change at all.

But in an instant, Fang Yun saw that his decaying power was separated from talent and divided into two, appearing on a leaf and a root of the tree.

The first leaf fell, and the power of decay immediately appeared on the next leaf.