The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Sun Renbing's words triggered the sadness of the crowd. Seeing their comrades sacrifice themselves to save them, while they were helpless, was the biggest pain in the hearts of every scholar.

Those newly promoted scholars were just sad, while those middle-aged scholars even had their minds slightly shaken.

Each of these people had been saved by their comrades.

Some even laughed at themselves, saying that they not only lived to this day by stepping on the corpses of monsters, but also on the corpses of their comrades.

These people were not afraid of dying in battle, but they were most afraid of their comrades sacrificing.

The biggest reason why many poets and even bloodthirsty people could not improve their literary status was that they watched their comrades sacrifice themselves, which led to problems with their literary courage, and they could never take the last step from Jinshi to Hanlin.

"The kindness of the two of you is hard to repay in this life, but I will repay you generously in the next life!" Qiao Juze clasped his fists to the two.

Everyone clasped their fists, and Fang Yun did the same.

Zhang Zilong smiled slightly and said, "Our ancestor Zhang Sheng Zhongjing sacrificed his life for the human race. I am just following his example. You don't need to do the same. I will die for the human race without regrets!"

"Doctors have a kind heart. With the disease and epidemic ahead, we should treat it with our own bodies!"

"Wait a little longer, wait until we get closer." He Ludong whispered.

More than 400,000 monsters have retreated to a mile away, and the dark green thick cloud is getting closer and closer to the fortress.

All the monsters avoided the dark green thick cloud's route, and no one dared to be under the plague cloud.

Fang Yun looked at the plague cloud, and the insect-shaped power inside was clearly visible. This plague has gone beyond the scope of ordinary diseases and reached a level close to living beings. Once the Lord of the Plague accumulates for another day, the power of the plague will inevitably become a complete living being, which is even more powerful. Not to mention the Jinshi, even the University Scholars have no power to fight back, and only the great scholars can barely escape.

When the thick clouds were still a mile away, Fang Yun suddenly turned his head to look at Ji Shouyu and asked, "Brother Shouyu, do you have a way to let me gain the power to barely fight against the Holy Dao? It doesn't need to be much, just enough to fight against the Lord of Plague at this moment."

Lei Li in the distance laughed loudly, not taking Fang Yun's words to heart at all.

Zhang Zilong and Hua Yuqing, who were ready to sacrifice, looked at Fang Yun, puzzled, and the others didn't know what Fang Yun was up to.

Ji Shouyu immediately said, "'Yi' means 'change'. My Ji family is the legitimate heir of King Wen. I can consume the power of a drop of holy blood so that your power will not be crushed by the holy power of the Lord of Plague for the time being. But that's all, I can't let you win."

"Then please help me, Brother Shouyu, I'll try it. If I fail, please ask Brother Zilong and Brother Yuqing to help again!" Fang Yun said, and took out a small porcelain bottle from the Yinjiangbei, which exuded a faint holy breath, which instantly spread throughout the hunting ground, making many monsters agitated and restless.

"Lei Li" still had a sneer on his face. He knew very well that the most important thing about the holy blood was the will of the holy position contained in it. With the suppression of the moon tree phantom, the will of the holy position in it could not be stimulated at all, and the holy blood had little effect.

Only the blood of Confucius could break through the suppression of the moon tree phantom, but the problem was that the blood of Confucius was too precious. Even if there was, these scholars could not carry it. The power of the blood of Confucius was too strong.

"Okay!" Ji Shouyu had no doubts at all. He took the holy blood. The post-natal Bagua diagram in his eyes was like a wheel, slowly turning, and the golden holy blood left the bottle and floated in the air, emitting the breath of the holy way and the white light of the saints.

In the eyes of the human race, the light of the saints was extremely warm and gentle, like a spring breeze.

But in the eyes of the monsters, the white light of the saints was countless times more dazzling than the sun. The eyes of the monster soldiers closest to them were directly burned into black holes, and blood surged in their eye sockets.

"Ah..." More than 30,000 demon soldiers were completely blinded, and neither the demon army flag nor the Lord of Plague's clone could help them recover.

More than 100,000 demon soldiers and generals had their eyes burned and their vision blurred. Only the demons who were farther away were slightly affected.

As for the few demons among them, their bodies turned into ashes silently.

This is the battle of the holy way, this is the battle of races, without the slightest mercy.

"Humph!" The Lord of Plague was very unhappy, but still didn't care, because the plague cloud was about to fly over the castle, and the three hundred scholars would surely die. They couldn't really have the power to fight against the plague cloud.

At the same time, Ji Shouyu gently pointed at Fang Yun, and the holy blood suddenly melted and turned into the purest white light, which went straight into Fang Yun's eyebrows.

"Uh..."

Fang Yun groaned, closed his eyes, tilted his head back slightly, his clothes fluttered, and his body slowly rose and floated in the air.

"Flying in the air!" A scholar exclaimed in a low voice.

At the same time, Fang Yun's body changed. A faint white light appeared from top to bottom. The holy aura of the white light made all the candidates feel like worshipping him.

Finally, even Fang Yun's Jinshi Wenwei was transformed by the white light, becoming whiter and brighter.

"Glorious as a king, mighty as a saint!" More than two hundred Jinshi actually showed admiration in their eyes.

Then, except for the Jinshi of the Saint Family, all the Jinshi's Wendan had a white light phantom of Fang Yun, and then completely merged into the Wendan, and no one noticed.

Fang Yun was originally a virtual saint!

Once he obtained the power of the holy blood, his power would even exceed that of the great Confucian scholars.

Fang Yun took a deep breath, and a book emitting a faint light appeared in front of his chest.

The four big characters of "Thirty-Six Strategies" were covered by the light, and no one could see it clearly except himself. Then the pages turned and stopped at the chapter of "Borrowing a Knife to Kill".

Fang Yun placed his right hand on the military book and felt a strange power merge into his right hand.

As majestic as a mountain, as sharp as a sword.

Fang Yun's hand left the military book and grabbed the plague cloud in the sky, which was three acres in size.

The plague cloud immediately deformed, as if it was grabbed by an invisible hand, but the plague power surged wildly, trying to break free from the invisible hand.

Fang Yong squeezed hard, and heard countless shrill screams from the plague cloud. Then the entire plague cloud kept changing, and finally turned into a green giant knife that was thirty feet long!

The plague giant knife exuded a strange power that could subdue the world and enslave all living beings. Whether it was a demon or a human Jinshi, they shuddered involuntarily when they saw the plague giant knife.

Those newly promoted Jinshi and ordinary demon soldiers and generals developed many subtle symptoms in their bodies just because they looked at the plague giant knife, or had a fever or a runny nose, and felt uncomfortable all over.

"Lord of the Plague, let me teach you how to be a man!"

Fang Yun finished speaking, holding the Plague Giant Knife across dozens of feet, and gently swung it at the demon in front of him.

The wind howled, and the blood was heavy. A three-hundred-foot-long arc-shaped green light blade flew out of the Plague Giant Knife, like a sickle cutting wheat, sweeping across the body of the demon in front.

"Ah..."

More than 30,000 demons shouted in unison. There were no knife wounds on their bodies, but red and green blood spurted out of their mouths. Then countless symptoms appeared on their bodies, their skin cracked, their blood vessels burst, their muscles festered, and their bones turned into powder.

One knife killed 30,000! .

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