Without Blackstone Mountain, the Four Ancient Demon Fiends and the Lord of Ten Thousand Poisons advanced again, beating Gu Xu back step by step.
Seeing that the time was about right, Gu Xu brought out Blackstone Mountain again and unleashed black sacred flames, intending to burn them all to death.
But the Yangtze River of sacred power descended from the sky once more.
This time, however, it did not pour down normally. In an instant, it seemed to drain all the water from Kunlun Mountain, transforming it into a dense sacred way torrent that surged onto Blackstone Mountain all at once.
Boom, boom, boom...
Blackstone Mountain actually shattered completely. Countless fragments even struck Gu Xu's sacred armor, sending him tumbling forward again and again. The Half-Sage dragon and snake and the Four Ancient Demon Fiends then joined forces to attack him from both sides, leaving him in utter disarray.
One poem had destroyed one treasure. This was probably the most valuable poem under heaven.
Ao Zhou realized that such a powerful poem could not have come from Fang Yun alone, so he turned to look at the mysterious person who had descended as a sage.
That person had already left, and the temporal storm had vanished as well.
However, only seven wine cups remained around the Light-Brewing Bottle.
One wine cup had disappeared.
Ao Zhou looked at Fang Yun, expecting him to be angry, only to find a smile on his face. He seemed especially happy, with a subtle air of someone who had finally laid down a heavy burden.
Without Blackstone Mountain, the Four Ancient Demon Fiends unleashed their might again.
Gu Xu simply took out a sacred shield to protect himself, then began trading attacks with the Four Ancient Demon Fiends and the Half-Sage dragon and snake.
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