Saint of the Confucian way

However, in just a few days, the weather on the two mountains changed.

From scholar to Confucian, more and more scholars have gathered Wenyu.

Slowly, the casualty rate of demon barbarians increased, while the casualty rate of Terrans decreased significantly. The balance of battle tilted to Terrans for the first time, even if this tilt was very small.

This was a situation never seen in the first two boundary mountain war.

In the tree world, Fang Yun slowly cultivated and accumulated strength. With the help of Wenqu starlight and holy classics, Fang Yun polished all the strength of Wengong, courage and talent, so as to lay a solid foundation for the promotion of governing the country.

Under the huge tree and above the flow, Fang Yun slowly opened his eyes, flashed a different color in his eyes, quickly climbed to the tree crown, looked at it, and the beating of the stone fetal blood egg in the center of the altar suddenly accelerated.

The smell of those demon barbarians around the altar has dropped to the lowest point, and only less than 60 remain above the big demon king.

Even though the two snake demon emperors still stayed in the five realms, they suffered a great loss of Qi and blood, and their breath was only a few stronger than that of the four realms.

The ten demon kings at the mouth of the canyon also changed. They blocked the twenty spirit skeletons in front and held all kinds of treasures. Among them, the four realm demon king held a strange pottery pot in his hands.

The brown pottery pot is completely sealed without a cover. The surface is rough, the shape is crooked, and there is no sense of beauty. It is like a failed pottery product, but Fang Yun's eyes are awe inspiring.

That's a very famous treasure pot in the demon world. It's used to hold Holy Level treasures!

Obviously, there are smart people in the demon world. In order to avoid being forced to break in at the critical time, they specially display the treasure pot to frighten.

However, Fang Yun has long counted the other party's possession of semi holy burial treasures.

Half holy burial treasure and half Holy Text treasure are very terrible. If they are in the hands of half holy, they can easily suppress another half holy without treasure. However, the big demon king can't give full play to the real power of half holy burial treasure at all.

For people under the emperor, what is really terrible about the semi holy burial treasure is its prestige and holy power, but Fang Yun has holy Qi to resist the power of holy power, and xinghuohuntianjian to offset its prestige, which is enough to turn the semi holy burial treasure in the hands of the big demon king into a pure powerful ordinary treasure.

What's more

Fang Yun stretched out his hand and a transparent crystal with a diameter of three inches appeared in the palm of his hand, which is the shrinking family, country and world.

At the moment, there is no change on the surface of the country and the world. Only Fang Yun can notice that the outer layer of the whole country and the world is full of withering power.

The power of the holy throne could not be derived from the family, country and world, but Fang Yun has not only the holy soul Wentai, but also the blood mang Wentai. The holy throne is combined with the world to create a unique family, country and world.

To some extent, Fang Yun is equivalent to a semi holy incarnation with weaker power as long as the power of decay is still stored in the family, country and world.

As long as he doesn't fight to the death, even if a big demon king in four realms holds a semi holy burial treasure, he can't kill a semi holy incarnation.

Fang Yun took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He saw that his family and country were in chaos and countless lights and shadows flashed. That was Fang Yun's beginning to deduce the possibilities that would happen next, which was tantamount to a rehearsal for the next battle.

After half an hour, Fang Yun stopped and waited to recover.

Not long after, Fang Yun got up, took the pedestrian flow and rushed to the canyon.

At the moment, the flowing fluid is hundreds of feet long, silently walking through the forest, and light golden holy Qi flows in its translucent body.

Soon, the front suddenly opened up. The ground was full of wooden piles. There was no tree within a radius of 30 miles. There was a panoramic view in front of the canyon.

At the moment Fang Yun walked out of the woods, the faces of the ten big demon kings in front changed dramatically, and several of them even showed fear.

The prestige of Fang Yun is famous all over the world.

The snake demon king in the lead suddenly spits out snake Xinzi. The forked snake Xinzi pulls out a harsh shriek in the air, and sees the two snake demon emperors on the side of the altar suddenly turn their heads and look at the square outside the canyon.

The killing intention was boiling in the eyes of the two snake demon emperors, and their anger was surging.

A wolf king guarding the canyon whispered, "why is Fang Yun here, alone or in ambush? Is he crazy?"

"You see, under his seat, it looks like a king's spirit skeleton."

"We also have the spirit skeleton of the emperor!" said the wolf demon king. He looked at the spirit skeleton of the eagle emperor behind the snake magic king, and his tone was fleeting.

The snake king suddenly blinked, vomited a long snake letter and said angrily, "Fang Yun, you really ate the bear heart and leopard courage and dared to come here! Get out now. We can think that nothing has happened."

Fang Yun smiled calmly and said, "the demon man really has no brain. As soon as he opened his mouth, he exposed your panic."

As Fang Yun spoke, he controlled the traffic flow and moved forward quickly without any pause.

The snake magic King flashed an angry color on his face. Finally, he held back his anger and said, "I won't beat around the bush with you. Let's make a deal. You leave here. I promise to withdraw all the demons from the human blood tomb cemetery so that you can enter it smoothly!"

"It seems that you demon men are not brainless. You know what I need most, but it's not enough." Fang Yun said, and one treasure after another flew out of the swallowed seashells and suspended in the air.

Inkstone turtles, fog butterflies, holy pages, all kinds of great Confucian literary treasures emerge, and even jade bottles containing holy blood.

Finally, xinghuohuntianjian flew behind him, turned into a bronze disc with a diameter of one foot, stood up and turned slowly.

The disc rotates and the spark roars.

Fang Yun was sitting in Wuhou's car, his eyebrows and eyes were as powerful as a supreme.

The voice of the snake magic king suddenly changed and said slowly: "Fang Yun, this stone fetal blood egg is the object of the Lord of the plague. If you cause even the slightest damage to this stone fetal blood egg, the Lord of the plague will not let you go!"

"The Lord of plague? Fang was not talented, but he killed him once." Fang Yun smiled.

When he was in the Jinshi hunting ground that year, the Lord of plague used a secret method to sneak into it. Fang Yun attacked decisively, killed the Lord of plague before his separation took shape, and obtained part of the holy power of the Lord of plague, so as to breed disease classics, and finally let himself cast poison to attack Wentai.

The rest of the big demon kings did not know the reason. They suddenly changed color and scolded one after another, but those demon barbarians who were the same snake family as the plague Lord showed bitterness. The snake family and the ancestral God luanmang family had long known that the plague Lord had stumbled in front of Fang Yun.

The snake magic king suddenly clenched his teeth and said, "as long as you leave, I will issue the edict of the Lord of plague to let the demons in the burial holy Valley give up attacking you. You can leave the burial holy Valley safely! You should know that our family has laid a snare in the burial holy Valley, and you will surely die."

Fang Yun did not look at the snake king, but looked at one of the two snake kings in the altar, and finally looked at the snake king on a black and white background.

"As the Holy Son of the Lord of plague, I can trust your guarantee. However, in the burial Valley, don't say that you are the Lord of plague. Even the oracle of the ancestor god luanmang is just a piece of waste paper!" Fang Yun continued to move forward.

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