The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

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

All the monsters ran away like crazy, but Lei Li, controlled by the Lord of Plague, stood still.

Several plague blades passed by him, but Lei Li was not hurt at all.

After Fang Yun killed the demon barbarian, he looked at "Lei Li" quietly, because he knew very well that the battle was not over.

Those monsters killed by the plague sword can also turn into plague corpse soldiers!

All the Jinshi were in high spirits, and Fang Yun said: "The battle is not over yet. Let's meditate as soon as possible and restore our talents."

After saying that, Fang Yun sat back on the seat and continued to recite "Spring and Autumn" silently to regain his talent.

The rest of the people immediately took action, the new Jinshi were on alert, and the other Jinshi were thinking quietly.

A dark green line appeared on Lei Li's forehead, and all the humans and demons who looked at Lei Li were dizzy the moment they saw the holy pattern.

"Wow..." The fifty-odd Jinshi who was on guard vomited loudly, and what he vomited out actually contained green bugs.

Zhang Zilong also glanced at Lei Li, but there was no difference, and then shouted: "Don't look at Lei Li! Those are sacred marks. You don't have the power of medicine to protect you. Even if you just look at it, your body will get sick! Dear medical friends, Let’s heal together!”

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

Lei Li sat on the dragon horse, his eyes filled with endless anger, but a strange smile appeared on his face.

"You are worthy of being the greatest genius of the human race. After I exhausted all your talents, I thought I could kill you all with the cloud of plague, but I fell short! What the Bingman Saint said is indeed true. If you are not completely sure, don't let it happen. Fang Yun knows about this saint Power. It's a pity that Bingman Sheng didn't expect that you would know my existence in advance and decisively go to Demon Mountain to kill me, forcing me to mobilize an army to surround you and others. You did cause me to suffer a setback. It won't happen again!"

Afterwards, all the Jinshi saw a spectacular scene, and saw countless monsters who died in battle swaying. Except for the corpses of monsters burned by the flames, whether they were killed by Zhan Shici or other plague giant knives, All the demons and barbarians began to gather towards the Mohist fortress.

"The Holy Lord is invincible!" A demon prince couldn't help shouting loudly.

"The demon world will win!" The demon barbarians, who were just like bereaved dogs, cheered loudly.

"Let's go, let's follow these plague corpse soldiers and never miss anyone!" A wolf demon prince kept drooling from his mouth.

On the Mohist castle, except for Fang Yun, all the Jinshi stopped to meditate.

Zhang Zilong sighed: "The new plague zombie soldiers are no less than 400,000. I have to be at least a bachelor to completely eliminate the power of these plague zombie soldiers."

"Even if I sacrifice myself, I can't do anything. I'm sorry." Hua Yuqing sighed.

Sun Renbing said: "It's not something we can't do, but we can't do it. We... don't even have the most basic talents. Even if our ancestor Sun Sheng personally commands us, we will definitely lose."

"Brother Shouyu, do you have any other clever ideas?"

Ji Shouyu said slowly: "From the beginning, I have a lot of things that I haven't said, and now, I still don't plan to say them."

All the Jinshi were stunned, and then they recalled what Ji Shouyu had done before. It turned out that Ji Shouyu had no hope of victory from beginning to end. He must have realized through the "Book of Changes" that this battle was impossible to win.

"Is there really nothing we can do?"

Ji Shouyu looked at "Lei Li" and said slowly: "These monsters are not scary. What is really scary is the clone of the Plague Lord. The Plague Lord lost to us in the battle, but won the overall situation. Because even if When we reach the Demonic Mountain, we are greeted by the Lord of Plague who is absolutely invincible. We cannot even get within a mile of his clone."

Fang Yun was doing two things at once, and then he realized that the Plague Lord was in an invincible position. In the words of later generations, the Plague Lord failed tactically, but won strategically.

There are too many factors needed for the victory of the human race, but what the Lord of Plague needs is very simple, time. As long as time can be delayed, victory will belong to him.

Kong Detian said: "We have fought against the demon saint's clone to this extent. Even if we die, there is no need to be depressed. We have tried our best."

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

Fang Yun said: "Thanks to the generous gift from the Saints Family, two drops of the blood of the human half-saint and twenty-four drops of the blood of the demon saint and barbarian saint. Killing these plague corpse soldiers is enough."

"How do you say this?"

Everyone was confused.

Fang Yun smiled indifferently, and took out a bottle containing the aura of the holy way and a holy page from Yin Jiangbei, and said: "In any case, I am also an ancestor of poetry. The reason why I plotted against the Lord of Plague was to let him release The cloud of plague is also because if he retains his power, I will not be able to kill these plague corpse soldiers."

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he dropped the golden blood of the Demon Saint from the bottle onto the holy page.

The holy page immediately absorbed the power of the entire drop of holy blood and quickly changed from pale gold to golden yellow. At the same time, the paper vibrated slightly and made a strange sound, as if it was alive.

Waves of strange holy power spread in all directions. This power did not have much lethality, but it formed a great majesty, making the steps of the plague corpse soldiers difficult and extremely slow.

The demon marshals and demon lords who originally wanted to take advantage of the situation were frightened and hesitated to move forward.

Fang Yun dipped his hands in thick ink and slowly wrote the poem "Jinghuo Volcano" written by his grandmother who once killed the tree demon in the mountain of books.

"Red flames burn the enemy clouds, and the scorching atmosphere fills the sky. The ground cracks and the red liquid flows, and the flames move for hundreds of miles. I don't know why the yin and yang charcoal burns only here..."

The black ink fell on the golden holy page, but it did not form black words, but red.

What appeared on the holy page was not ink words, but strange words like magma.

Every time a magma word appeared, Fang Yun's surroundings became hotter. When Fang Yun finished writing the first sentence, the surrounding heat waves rushed in his face, and all the Jinshi retreated instinctively.

The Jinshi retreated while looking at Fang Yun, their eyes were dazed, because Fang Yun in their eyes had disappeared, and now it seemed that a huge volcano was being nurtured there.

The earth seemed to be about to crack, and the flames were about to cover the world.

The moment Fang Yun finished writing the full text of "Jinghuoshan", a phantom of a half-saint of the tiger tribe appeared behind him, and the phantom howled to the sky, forming a great pressure.

The human Jinshi around him were better off, and those monsters knelt on the ground one after another, trembling.

The shadow of the Tiger Saint turned into a ball of fire and merged into the Holy Page, adding a layer of Holy Blood Light, which made this "Jinghuoshan Mountain", which was originally only at the first level, directly obtain the power of the second level. Apart from that, there seemed to be no difference.

War poems can exert their power without the Holy Page, but non-war poems need to use the Holy Page as a carrier to transform the virtual into the real, forming a power that is no different from war poems.

Among the four wonders of the study, the real power of the Holy Page is to transform the virtual into the real.

No one saw that a clear light suddenly appeared behind Fang Yun's head. The clear light was like the first ray of light when the world was in chaos and the world was just opened, enlightening all living beings and educating all spirits.

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

On the front of the bronze tripod, a word "poetry" was written in oracle bone script.

"Keng..."

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