The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2191 Heading to the Blood Tree

Fang Yun controlled Xingliu with his spiritual thoughts while sensing Xingliu's ability, feeling very satisfied in his heart.

Xingliu is very powerful, except that its strength is greatly reduced in the sea, it is extremely strong in any environment.

Historically, three half-saints from the Xingliu clan intercepted an army of hundreds of millions of demon barbarians in the Sacred Bone Desert. They held off ten times the number of demon barbarian half-saints for twelve days, and finally waited for reinforcements to defeat the enemy.

Although the current Xingliu is not as flexible as when he was alive, due to the large amount of holy energy nourishment, the body is still above its prime, but there are several special talents that cannot be used. However, the strongest talent of the Xingliu family is still incarnate in the galaxy. It exists in this spiritual corpse, but its power is greatly weakened every time it is used.

Fang Yun took a drop of Xingliu's blood and sent it to the Ancient Demon Observatory, where a statue of Xingliu appeared.

Strange power was released from outside the ancient demon literary platform, connecting Fang Yun's literary palace and Xingliu, making Xingliu's emperor's spiritual body more agile.

The current flows like a small river in the woods. There is nothing strange wherever it passes. The grass and trees do not break and the leaves do not fall. It seems that nothing happens. But after a hundred breaths, all the grass and trees wherever it passes appear. Subtle signs of withering.

The current absorbs some of the moisture and vitality wherever it passes.

The ancient demon buried a total of ten emperor spiritual corpses in the Blue Earth Mountains. Fang Yunqi searched for them one by one, but found nothing in the end. The remaining spiritual corpses either disappeared or were so mutilated that they could not be called spiritual corpses and could only be regarded as wreckage.

"One body is enough!"

In the blue mountains, a stream of water traveled through the woods at an extremely fast speed, and soon left the blue earth mountains and reached the normal black fertile soil.

Xingliu's body changed rapidly, and the color of his whole body was similar to that of fertile soil.

Fang Yun sat firmly in Wuhou's chariot, holding the core of the moon tree, thinking in his mind whether he should find a way to go to a fierce tree tribe and absorb a picture of the fierce tree.

"The black panther demon king is very powerful. He can actually enter the center of the evil tree map. With the flow, I can also do it, but I have to use the incarnation of the galaxy, which means that I no longer have the power to destroy the demon's sacrificial blood. Tree. There is no confusion about which one is more important."

Fang Yun shook his head slightly, rejected the idea of ​​using the moon tree core to ingest the evil tree diagram, and went straight to the blood tree.

Things are changing rapidly in the Valley of the Burial Saints, and wars are raging on the mountains of the two realms.

The demon world finally could no longer hold back and dispatched the Great Demon King, and the great scholars of the human race also began to take action. The great scholars who were in the realm of Pingtianxia or who were stronger became the core of the human race, showing the power of Pingtianxia, ​​opening up the world, and launching defense.

In the sky, countless rays of light flashed, and on the city wall, shouts of killing rose to the sky.

Wei Huangan's hair was all white, his purple clothes were torn, and his whole body was covered in blood. He was lying on a stretcher.

Carrying the stretcher were two men and two women from the wartime rescue center. According to Fang Yun's naming, the four of them were rescuers, or simply nurses in the military.

The four nurses carefully carried the desperate scholar, for fear of accidentally falling. Beside the stretcher, there was a medical scholar who stared closely at Wei Huangan, his eyes full of regret.

Wei Huangan fought continuously and used the life-consuming "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" many times. He strengthened his war poems with the power of "No one has ever died in life since ancient times, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history" and saved many people.

Now, Wei Huangan was seriously injured and his life was not long. Even the semi-saint could not save his life.

As the stretcher passed by, nearby officers, soldiers and scholars showed admiration.

Feeling the eyes of those people, Wei Huangan breathed a sigh of relief.

At the beginning of the war between the two realms, he took the initiative to request orders to rush to the battlefield, and now, he has fulfilled his wish.

Wei Huangan knew one thing very well, even if Fang Lun was there, the Bloody Light Realm would not be as stable as a rock. The peace of the human race was never spoken of, but brought out by killing.

The human race respects Fang Yun, but they do not value the scholars in the Blood Mang Realm.

Therefore, Wei Huangan chose a dead end and used his own blood to gain the respect of the blood world from the human race.

Wei Huangan felt that his whole body was shattered, he opened his eyes slightly with difficulty, and looked at the battlefield at the head of the city in Liangjie Mountain.

There are eight translucent peaks of different heights and shapes standing in the sky at the nearest place. On each peak, there is a great scholar, and the highest peak in the center is like a miniature Mount Tai, with a commoner standing on it. A great scholar in the realm of the world.

The eight peaks are integrated into one, and they are all within the family and country of the great Confucian who has leveled the world. Even if they are besieged by dozens of demon kings, they still stand firm.

In addition, visions appeared everywhere else, and the family, country, and world became the absolute main force on the battlefield.

Wei Huangan slowly closed his eyes and whispered slowly: "I can't do it anymore. Go and get me a great Confucian treasure, preferably a writing brush. You have to...quickly." After saying that, Wei Huangan breathed rapidly. .

The medical scholar beside the stretcher looked sad and helplessly passed on the letter.

Four people carried Wei Huangan to the elevator on the city wall, and slowly descended. After a while, the elevator dropped to the ground, and four people came out carrying a stretcher, followed by a medical scholar.

A slumped-looking scholar and two Jinshi were already standing in front of the door, looking at Wei Huangan with a sad look on his face.

Wei Huangan opened his eyes, grinned, and slowly opened his hands.

The great scholar nodded slightly, took out a dark writing brush from the Hanhu shell, held it in both hands, and handed it to Wei Huangan respectfully, even though he was already a great scholar in the fourth realm, and Wei Huangan was only a self-cultivation in the first realm.

"The human race is immortal."

After Wei Huangan finished speaking in a low voice, he held the literary pen tightly, slowly closed his eyes, put his talent into the brush, and formed his favorite Confucian war poem "The Song of Kaitian".

People passing by bowed their heads slightly to show respect.

The reason why scholars are stronger and longer-lived than ordinary people is because of the power of talent. Infusing talent into objects to form cultural treasures consumes the source of talent. From then on, the talent in the Wen Palace will be exhausted, the Wen Palace will soon collapse, and the person will quickly age and become weak and finally die.

A seriously injured person like Wei Huangan will die immediately once the war poem is sealed into the cultural treasure.

Such scenes appear almost every day.

Several scholars who had fought with Wei Huangan shed tears. Wei Huangan was one of the most heroic and selfless scholars they had ever seen, so they all swore in their hearts that they would go to the discussion board tonight to publicize Wei Huangan's deeds and let the human race remember this hero.

Not long after, the brush suddenly emitted a white light, illuminating the world within a hundred feet, and everyone felt a surge of warmth.

The white light immediately converged and entered the formed cultural treasure pen.

Wei Huangan smiled and slowly let go of his hand.

A new great scholar's treasure pen appeared in his hand, inheriting his power and spirit.

The great scholar beside him took out a clean white cloth with a heavy heart, covered Wei Huangan, and solemnly took away the new great scholar's treasure pen.

The great scholar held the treasure pen in both hands, took a deep breath, lowered his head slightly, and chanted Tao Yuanming's famous poem "Elegy" softly.

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