Saint of the Confucian way

But after a moment, Fang Yun's mood recovered.

Suddenly, Fang Yun felt a numbness in his back, and then endless cold came. He felt that he had returned to the ancient cold land and relived the ice emperor palace.

At the next moment, Fang Yun clearly felt that he had been frozen in place by the powerful ice force, and his place turned into a hundred foot iceberg. Not only his body was extremely stiff and uncontrollable, but also his thoughts and thoughts became very slow, and Wen Gong seemed to have disobeyed orders and could not use any power.

Fang Yun was surprised at first, but then he sensed that the fog butterfly was flying outside the iceberg, and there was a hazy woman sitting on the back of the fog butterfly, such as ice carved jade and snow.

Until then, Fang Yun felt that his back was like a fire, and the severe pain hit his mind. His back seemed to be in the meat grinding mechanism, and his blood and flesh were tumbling and fluctuating.

The severe pain made Fang Yun in a trance, but he realized that he was attacked again. Snow God and fog butterfly helped him escape.

The shadow of the black leopard flashed in Fang Yun's heart, and his killing intention increased sharply.

At this time, the voice of snow God came.

"Ben Sheng wanted to kill the leopard, but he used the ancient demon's method to escape. The tip of his claws pierced your back. It contains extremely complex power. There are remnants of ancestral level breath and some highly toxic. Ben Sheng's strength has not been restored, so he can only suppress this power temporarily. Next, Ben Sheng melts the iceberg and only seals the wound. You can find a way to cure yourself."

The iceberg melted quickly, and Fang Yun slowly recovered his intuition, but his back was still full of severe pain. At the same time, he felt the cold invading his body, which was far more unbearable than ordinary people sleeping on ice naked in winter.

Fang Yun blinked a little, looked at all directions and saw the back.

All the clothes on the back have been damaged. At the back of the heart, there is a blood hole with a large copper coin. The blood and flesh of the blood hole is dark purple, which diffuses around and finally forms a circular trace with a diameter of three inches.

Dark purple traces cover a large circle of transparent ice. It is vaguely visible that the ice and dark purple are constantly fighting. If you look carefully, the smell is far more terrible than the emperor's battle.

Fang Yun turned slowly and looked forward.

Under the blue sky, there are dense trees, and more than a dozen mosquitoes and flies are scattered everywhere.

However, none of them found the enemy coming.

Fang Yun looked dignified. He was on alert all the way, but he could not detect the sneak attack of the big demon king. Neither xinghuohuntianjian nor Xueshen could kill each other, which means that the strength and means of the other party have reached an incredible level.

Fang Yun's mind fell on the wound on his back. It was like a crater. Once it was not suppressed by the power of snow God, it would erupt in an all-round way.

A piece of dragon snake grass flew out, Fang Yun put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly. At the same time, the poison attack platform appeared behind him. The medical book flew out, and the dark green little snake poked out its head and sucked it gently at the wound. He saw that the purple wound flew out, and wisps of light green mist poured into the little snake's mouth.

After only seven breaths, the little snake condensed from the disease classics suddenly curled up and trembled. Fang Yun immediately ordered the disease classics to stop and return to cultivation.

Fang Yun looked at the wound again. The dark purple turned a little lighter, but the injury was still serious.

Fortunately, the body strength has been equivalent to that of the new demon king. If it is still at the level of ordinary Erjing great Confucianism, the body has turned into dust at the moment of being hit.

Subsequently, Fang Yun called out the war poetry soldiers to protect themselves together with the spirit skeleton, and sent out their family, country and world to a mile away. He read the treatise on typhoid and miscellaneous diseases by the medical Saint Zhang Zhongjing with his mind and body at the same time.

Slowly, the power of poison attacking Wentai, medical books and the semi holy Classic Treatise on Febrile and miscellaneous diseases resonated. With the dragon snake grass that can remove all poisons, wisps of light green mist dissipated from the wound.

No disease is absorbed by poisonous snakes. These highly toxic poisons scatter. The war poetry soldiers will fall silently, and the nearby vegetation will wither and wither at a very fast speed.

A quarter of an hour later, all the plants and trees within a radius of 30 miles collapsed and their vitality disappeared.

Fang Yun stopped reading the treatise on typhoid and miscellaneous diseases and observed the wound again. The color of the outer ring faded again, but the color in the blood hole did not change at all.

With a sigh, Fang Yun sent the holy Qi into the swallow seashell, and a drop of golden blood flew out.

The soft and warm breath spread all around. The poisoned plants and trees had lost their vitality, but after this drop of blood appeared, they slowly recovered.

The holy blood left by Zhang Zhongjing, the medical saint, is also one of the most precious holy blood of the human race. During the treatment, the function is even on the blood of the second saint.

Fang Yun did not inspire the power of holy blood like others, but the light rose behind him. In addition to poison attacking the Wentai, a second Wentai emerged.

Holy soul stage.

Suspended ten feet above Fang Yun's head.

The drop of blood, worshipped by Fang Yun, fluttered gently, flew to the holy soul platform, fell on it, and turned into a statue of an old man.

The holy image of semi Saint Zhang Zhongjing.

At the moment of the appearance of Zhang Zhongjing's holy statue, the holy soul platform was shocked and sank by a foot. It was only nine feet above Fang Yun's head. It seemed that if there were more statues, the holy soul platform would be overwhelmed and pressed back to Fang Yun's palace and completely lose its function.

Fang Yun read the treatise on typhoid and miscellaneous diseases again.

When the sound sounded, the eyes of the statue of Zhang Zhongjing even emitted a faint light. Then, whether it was poison attacking the Wentai or the medical books in front of Fang Yun, the breath suddenly rose and kept rising. Finally, it was like a great scholar in the four realms of doctors releasing the medical and Taoist Wentai and medical books.

On the edge of the wound behind Fang Yun, there are many milky white light spots, surrounded by dark purple. Light spots were dyed purple constantly, and the dyed light spots immediately flew deep underground.

Three hours later, the ice was covered with white light spots, covering the whole wound. Some light spots were dyed purple and left, and new light spots were added.

Fang Yun stopped reading the treatise on typhoid and miscellaneous diseases. Now, as long as there are two literary platforms and medical books, he can cure the injury continuously.

However, the strength contained in this injury is too strong. It will take at least a month to recover with your own strength.

Fang Yun took out the fierce gum he had obtained before, absorbed enough holy Qi and sent it into the medical book. He saw that the speed of light spots turning purple increased greatly.

The combination of fierce gum and medical books will lead to the power of fierce gum from rapid release to slow release, but the advantage is that it can double the efficacy of fierce gum.

Fang Yun used the power of the great Confucianism to get the result. At present, it is the best choice to stay here and recuperate in situ, while continuing to look for the spirit skeleton of the emperor is the worst choice. There is another choice between the two, that is, to fight back while the black leopard demon king has been hit hard in succession!

"Snow God, since he left his power on me, you can find him with this power?"

The fog butterfly landed on Fang Yun's shoulder, and the snow God had disappeared. A sound came into Fang Yun's ear from the fog butterfly.

"I can only determine the general direction. However, this big demon king is very strange and has complex power. If he uses talent to hide, even I can't feel it. Fortunately, he can't use talent for a long time."

"Help me find him. As for the battle, you just spent a lot of strength."

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