The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The next moment before the wolf demon exploded, the tornado formed by "The Great Wind Song" appeared there. The tornado formed a huge suction force, not only sucking the wolf demon's body, but also sucking away all the plague fog.

The Great Wind Song continued to advance outside the castle. After galloping for a hundred feet, it suddenly exploded, covering all the demons within a range of thirty feet.

"Ah..."

Hundreds of demons were affected by the power of the plague, screaming and rolling on the spot, and the terrible power of the plague continued to erode their bodies.

The Lord of Plague didn't even look at those demons. These firecracker ash-like cannon fodders were not worth his spending a little power to save.

The plague power of the wolf demon was specially controlled by the Lord of Plague. The range was small, but the concentration was high and it lasted for a long time. If the plague power was used on a large scale, it would not only slow down the growth of his clone, but it might be easily cracked by the scholars because it was not strong enough.

After all, fire and strong wind are the nemesis of the plague power.

The scholars in the castle broke out in a cold sweat.

"Shame on us, we are incompetent. Fang Xusheng was clearly thinking seriously, but he still wanted to help us."

Fang Yun said: "You don't have to do this, the Lord of Plague is too cunning, he knows that only Yan Yukong and I can quickly solve this level of plague power, so he let this wolf explode far away from Yukong, so that he can't save it in time. Next, you must be more careful, he will continue to consume our talents, and when the talents decrease again, he will inevitably start to use the power of plague continuously to force us to escape."

"You..." Sun Renbing almost accused Fang Yun, knowing that the Lord of Plague can hear everyone talking, Fang Yun still said so, it was simply giving advice to the Lord of Plague.

Fang Yun's eyes flashed, as if he knew he was wrong, closed his mouth, and said no more.

Ji Shouyu looked at Fang Yun in surprise, as if he was suspicious of something.

Most of the other Jinshi were puzzled, but no one cared, no one was saintly, everyone made mistakes, after all, Fang Yun was also giving good advice.

"Haha, thank you for your guidance, Saint Fang Xu. I know that you want to serve the demon world, and you want to kill them all, and then not let anyone know that you left here alive. Okay! I promise you that I can help you hide your identity and let your name Fang Yun be forever in the history of the human race... What did your poem say? Yes, you must keep your innocence in the world!" The Lord of Plague laughed loudly through Lei Li's mouth.

Sun Renbing sneered and said, "Such a plan to alienate is really inferior, the damn Saint Lord, it's nothing more than that. We are all literary and courageous, how can we be discouraged by your small words?"

The Jinshi were not stimulated by the words of the Lord of Plague at all, and continued to fight.

However, the morale of the crowd was a little low.

The Lord of Plague discovered this and sneered. He had never considered that he could really alienate the Jinshi of the human race. He just needed to make them low morale.

The battle continued. The Lord of Plague occasionally used plague people to self-destruct, but they were all solved by the Jinshi of the human race.

A quarter of an hour later, Fang Yun joined the battle.

After half an hour, the talents of the Jinshi were exhausted again, and the frequency of their meditation became higher and higher.

As for the monsters, 150,000 had been killed or injured, and there were still more than 400,000.

"Fang Xusheng, can you... use the Qi-recovering poem again?" asked a newly promoted Jinshi from Wu State.

Fang Yun sighed lightly, shook his head, and said, "I have tried it, and I can't use it again. If I force myself to write it, my talent may collapse before it is finished."

"It is understandable. After all, it is a Jinshi Qi-recovering poem that has never appeared in a thousand years. The only pity is that this poem seems to have a way of teaching. No matter how talented the Jinshi is, it is impossible to learn and use it immediately. Even the university scholar may need many days."

"It doesn't matter, maybe the saints will rescue us soon."

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell into silence.

Putting all hope on the saints is more desperate than despair.

When the middle-aged scholar's talent was running out, "Lei Li" laughed loudly and ordered the demons to stop attacking the city.

"Since you are going to die, I will tell you the truth. Killing you is only the first step. After that, I will kill everyone on the hunting island with the power of plague, and cooperate with the shadow of the moon tree to pollute the holy temple, which is the second step. In addition, this hunting island is different from other places. My demon world has long coveted it. As long as we occupy the hunting island, we can study the mystery in less than three years, and use the hunting island and the ancient land of the deserted city as a springboard to invade the Shengyuan Continent! Although the soldier saint is dead, his will is still there!"

If it were normal times, the scholars would refute one after another, but at this moment, everyone lost the courage to refute.

After "Lei Li" finished speaking, he pointed at the castle, and saw a green cloud suddenly flying in the direction of the demon mountain, flying here quickly.

But Lei Li's forehead was covered with sweat, and his eyes kept flickering, sometimes clear, sometimes dim, and extremely strenuous.

Many Jinshi looked at the dark cloud and remained silent. It was the power of the plague, and it might even involve the power of the Holy Dao. There was no way they could win.

"It's a pity. If this was the Holy Ruins, the family would give us the Holy Blood in advance." Li Fanming sighed. If this was the Holy Ruins, everyone would definitely be given the Holy Blood and other divine objects by the family before leaving. Even if they couldn't fully exert their power, they would still have great power. But this was just the Jinshi Spring Hunt, and no family would give them the Holy Blood.

"Fang Yunxusheng must have the Holy Blood in his hand, right?"

"No, it's useless even if he has the Holy Blood. Under the shadow of the Moon Tree, the semi-saint will in the Holy Blood will be crushed. We can only integrate the Holy Blood into the war poems, and we can't form the Holy Blood clone. On the entire Hunting Ground Island, only the Holy Blood inside the Holy Temple can form the Holy Blood clone, but the Holy Blood clone that has been formed may have been blocked by the shadow of the Moon Tree inside the Holy Temple." Kong Detian said.

Fang Yun smiled and said: "If I die, even the holy blood will be useless. Before I die, I will incorporate the holy blood into my war poems and try to kill more monsters. Whoever has the confidence to inspire the power of the holy blood can fight with I use war poetry together.”

All the Jinshi shook their heads in unison. If the holy will within them could be stimulated, the blood of some saints would still be useful. But if they could not use the holy will, it would be better for Fang Yun to integrate himself into the war poems. Even if he was a poetry fanatic, he would not be able to use it. I dare say that he surpasses Fang Yun in this aspect. After all, Fang Yun is also a poetry fanatic!

Seeing the green mist getting closer and closer, Fang Yun asked: "Do you have any tricks?"

Fang Yun glanced at everyone, some shook their heads, and one lowered his head.

Zhang Zilong sighed softly: "I am a member of the medical family who knows best. Look at the faint insect shapes in the dark green clouds, which shows that it is a power close to the edge of the holy way, equivalent to the level of the Demon King or the Barbarian King. Of course, it is just a level It's close, but the actual power is still not up to the Demon King himself. After all, the plague The Lord is very weak now. However, even so, we can't crack it. But don't worry, the plague is a must-have for my Zhang family. If possible, I will use up all my life to activate the 'Blue Blood Heart' and all the talents. It's enough to weaken this plague by one layer."

Hua Yuqing said: "I can also weaken it a little. In this way, I can only make you sick and survive this plague attack. After all, the Lord of Plague has been resurrected not long ago. This level of plague power can only be used once. If he uses it again, he may not be able to accumulate enough strength tomorrow. If the hunting ground opens, we may be able to save him, but he doesn't dare to take this risk!"

"I'm helpless." Sun Renbing clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth. (A great pie-in-the-sky event, a cool mobile phone is waiting for you! Follow ~ Click / Chinese website official account (add friends on WeChat - add official account - enter qdread), participate now! Everyone will win a prize, now Follow qdread WeChat official account!)