"Roar!"
Although the sixth-order poisonous flood dragon phantom transformed from the Xuan Ming Banner was inferior to a true sixth-order flood dragon, its supernatural power and magic power were truly extraordinary.
Not to mention, it also possessed the source poison of that Void Returning old dragon from back then.
In Fang Xi's view, even Fu Wu Er should have died long ago after being entangled by this poisonous flood dragon.
How had this Scholar surnamed Yi survived until now?
The moment he released his divine sense, he understood.
Amid the endless roiling Poison Mist, a pure-white building was struggling desperately. The building was square, with upturned eaves and interlocking brackets, resembling an academy. Around it, the clear sound of reading aloud rang out.
A faint white radiance surfaced, actually keeping the Poison Mist at bay!
"Confucian Dao Spiritual Power, Righteous Qi... They say that when cultivated to the utmost, it can become Invulnerable to All Magic... Now that I see it, it really does have something to it."
Fang Xi smiled faintly. Confucian techniques often had peculiar properties, so being able to resist the Poison Mist seemed perfectly reasonable.
Not to mention, this academy-like palace was already tottering on the verge of collapse under the corrosion of the Poison Mist. Its destruction was only a matter of time.
Furthermore, the Xuan Ming Banner had previously been left without anyone controlling it, which was why the palace had struggled on until now.
But with Fang Xi, a Great Grandmaster of formations, taking control, a Nine Nether Underworld River swept forth, sending countless grains of Xuan Ming Divine Sand flying out.
Pfft! Pfft!
Countless enormous holes suddenly appeared across the Righteous Qi Palace.
The clear sound of reading aloud was gradually drowned out by the sound of black water flowing...
The palace