Saint of the Confucian way

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In the Jinshi hunting ground, the battlefield was in a mess.

All the demons fled madly, and only the thunder gravel controlled by the plague Lord stood still.

Many plague blades passed him, but the thunder gravel was unharmed.

After killing the demon man, Fang Yun quietly looked at "Lei gravel", because he knew that the battle was not over.

Those demon barbarians killed by the plague sword can also be turned into plague corpse soldiers!

The scholars were elated. Fang Yun said, "the battle is not over yet. Everyone should meditate and recover their talents as soon as possible."

With that, Fang Yun sat back on the Zhengxin table and continued to recite the spring and autumn to restore his talent.

The rest of the people immediately took action, and the new Jinshi was on guard. The other Jinshi were meditating.

A dark green pattern appeared on Lei gravel's forehead. All the Terrans and Demons looking at Lei gravel were dizzy when they saw the holy pattern.

"Wow..." more than 50 Jinshi in charge of guarding vomited, and there were green insects in the vomit.

Zhang Zilong also looked at Lei gravel, but there was nothing different. Then he shouted, "don't look at Lei gravel! It's a holy grain. You don't have the power of medicine. Even if you just look at it, your body will get sick! All medical and literary friends, heal together!"

Many scholars who practiced medicine took out medical books to treat those who were sick, and threw the filth outside the Mohist castle.

Lei gravel sat on the Jiaoma, his eyes containing endless anger, but a strange smile appeared on his face.

"He is worthy of being the first genius of the Terran. After he exhausted his talents, he thought he could kill all of you with the cloud of plague, but he fell short of success! Bing Mansheng was right. If you are not sure, don't let Fang Yun know his power. Unfortunately, Bing Mansheng didn't expect that you would know my existence in advance and decisively go to the demon mountain to kill me, forcing him to mobilize the army Kill yourself. You did frustrate Ben Sheng, but it won't happen again! "

Then, when all the Jinshi saw the spectacular scene, they saw countless demon barbarians who died in the war staggering. Except for those demon barbarians whose bodies were burned by the fire, all the demon barbarians who were killed by war poetry or other plague giant knives began to gather in the Mohist fortress.

"The saint is invincible!" a demon Marquis couldn't help shouting.

"The demon world will win!" the demon barbarians who were just like lost dogs shouted.

"Come on, we'll follow these plague corpse soldiers and never miss a person!" a wolf demon Hou's mouth dripped constantly.

On the Mohist castle, except Fang Yun, all Jinshi stopped meditating.

Zhang Zilong sighed: "the new plague corpse soldiers are no less than 400000. I have to go to college at least to have the means to completely eliminate the power of these plague corpse soldiers."

"I can't even sacrifice. I'm sorry." Hua Yuqing sighed.

Sun Renbing said, "we can't do it without doing it. We... Don't even have the most basic talent. Even if our ancestor Sun Sheng directs himself, we will lose."

"Brother Shouyu, do you have any tricks?"

Ji Shouyu said slowly, "from the beginning, I didn't say a lot, but now, I still don't intend to say."

The scholars were stunned. Then they recalled Ji Shouyu's previous performance. It turned out that Ji Shouyu had no hope of victory from beginning to end. He must have realized that it was impossible to win this war through the book of changes.

"Is there really no way?"

Ji Shouyu looked at the "thunder gravel" and said slowly, "these demons are not terrible. What is really terrible is the separation of the plague Lord. The plague Lord lost to us in the battle, but won in the overall situation. Because even if we kill the demon mountain, we will be greeted by the plague Lord we can't win. We can't even get close to him within a mile."

Fang Yun used one mind and two functions. Only then did he understand that the Lord of plague had been invincible. In the words of later generations, the Lord of plague failed tactically, but won strategically.

Terran victory requires too many factors, but the plague Lord needs very simple time. As long as he can delay time, victory belongs to him.

Kong De said: "we fight with the demon Saint separately. Even if we die, we don't have to be depressed. We tried our best."

"Yes, I still have some talent. I'll kill more plague corpse soldiers before I die. Fang Xusheng, how much holy blood do you have?"

Fang Yun said, "thanks to the generous gifts of the holy families, two drops of the half holy blood of the human race and 24 drops of the blood of the demon saint and the man saint. It's enough to kill these plague corpses."

"What do you say?"

People were puzzled.

Fang Yun smiled calmly, then took out a bottle containing the breath of the holy way and a holy page from the drinking River shell, and said, "anyway, I am also a poet. The reason why I calculated the Lord of the plague to let him release the cloud of the plague is that if he retains his strength, I can't kill these plague corpses next."

Fang Yun finished and dropped the golden demon holy blood in the bottle onto the holy page.

The holy page immediately absorbed the power of the whole drop of holy blood and quickly changed from pale gold to golden yellow. At the same time, the paper vibrated gently and made a strange sound, just like life.

A strange holy power spread in all directions. It didn't have much lethality, but it formed a great majesty, which made it difficult for those plague corpses to walk and walk very slowly.

The demon manshuai and demon manhou who originally wanted to take advantage of the fire felt frightened and hesitated.

Filled with thick ink, Fang Yun slowly wrote the poem "through the volcano" written by grandma who killed tree demons in the book mountain.

"The red flame burns the clouds, and the inflammatory atmosphere evaporates into the air. The earth cracks and the red pulp flows, and the Yan moves hundreds of miles. I don't know why the Yin and Yang charcoal burns here alone..."

The black ink fell on the golden pages, forming not black words, but red.

What appears on the holy page is not ink, but strange words like magma.

Every time a magmatic text appeared, Fang Yun's surroundings became hotter. When Fang Yun finished his first sentence, the surrounding heat waves hit his face, and all Jinshi instinctively retreated.

While retreating, the scholars looked at Fang Yun with a trance in their eyes, because Fang Yun had disappeared in their eyes. Now it seems that there is a huge volcano.

The earth seems to be about to crack and the flame is about to envelop the world.

At the moment when Fang Yun finished writing the full text of Jing Huo Shan, a half Holy Ghost of the tiger clan appeared behind him. The ghost howled up to the sky, forming a great threat.

The Terran Jinshi around were better. The demons knelt on the ground one by one and trembled.

The virtual shadow of the tiger Saint turns into a fire light, which is integrated into the holy page, adding a layer of Holy Blood treasure light, so that this song, which originally had only one boundary level, can directly obtain the power of the two boundaries. In addition, it seems to be nothing different.

War poetry can exert its power without going through the holy page, but non war poetry needs to take the holy page as the carrier, turn the emptiness into reality, and form the same power as war poetry.

Among the four wonders of the study, the real power of the holy page is to turn emptiness into reality.

No one saw that a clear light suddenly appeared behind Fang Yun's head, which was like the chaos of the world and the first ray of light at the beginning of the world, enlightening all sentient beings and enlightening all souls.

Then, a small bronze tripod with three feet and two ears flew up from the clear light and suspended in the air.

On the front of the bronze tripod, there is a word "poem" written on oracle bones.

"Keng..."

A crisp metal sound with strange texture was emitted from the poem tripod and instantly spread all over the deserted city and ancient land! Chinese mobile phone, official account, official account, etc., the official account of WeChat website (WeChat adds friends, add public numbers - input qdread), join in immediately! Everyone has a prize, now pay attention to WeChat WeChat public address!