Xiao Yutian repeatedly attacked Fang Yun. The Literary Name of Fang Yun was tainted in the human race, but even those who were most likely to die here did not blame him.
Facing such an environment, it was almost certain death. Many people were no longer afraid of death.
They were only afraid that death would not be worth it.
If the few great scholars preserved their strength for the future, no one would blame them.
The great scholars were already kind enough to help, they could not be resentful just because the other party did them a small favor but not a big one. That was a beast, not a human.
Ji Qingyang glanced at Xiao Yutian and said indifferently, "Brother Xiao Yutian, how can I, the Old Man, submit to you?" Then, a light flashed behind him and a literary platform rose slowly.
A strange light shot out from the platform and a hundred miles wide white Eight Trigrams Divine Light suddenly appeared in the sky.
Xiao Yutian's expression changed slightly. He did not expect Ji Qingyang to use the Eight Trigrams Platform, which was second only to the Yi Dao Platform. He completely ignored his words.
Seeing the Eight Trigrams Platform in the sky, whether it was the other great scholars or Fang Yun, their expressions eased a lot, but there was something else in their eyes.
Hu Li said softly, "We've all heard about this old mister's Eight Trigrams Platform. A few years ago, the Ice Race of the Eighth Cold City made a deal with the disciples of King Wen's Clan, but they went back on their words and injured the disciples of King Wen's Clan. The disciples of King Wen's Clan went to judge, but the Frost Monarch and the other great monster kings ignored them. Therefore, Mister Qing Yang did not say much and went to the fortress in the north of the Eighth Cold City. He then released the Eight Trigrams Platform to cut off the path between the Eighth Cold City and the fortress. That path is very important as there are many goods coming and going every day. Therefore, the Ice Race sent two great monster kings but they disappeared into the Eight Trigrams Formation. They sent another two but they disappeared again. On the third day, they invited the other great monster kings of the other cold cities and sent ten of them to break the Eight Trigrams Formation. In the end, they saw that Mister Qing Yang was nowhere to be seen. The four great monster kings were dizzy and thought that they were on their way to the fortress. They had no idea that they were trapped. "
Fang Yun nodded and said, "With Mister Qing Yang here, the three thousand Ice Monarch's imperial guards are nothing to be afraid of. However, I'm afraid that the imperial guards are not ordinary and might injure Mister Qing Yang."
"I don't understand," Hu Li said.
Fang Yun couldn't say that he suspected that there was a mastermind controlling these Ice Empress' guards, as they were completely different from the original inanimate objects.
The gigantic Eight Trigrams fell from the sky, completely protecting the human race. Once the Eight Trigrams landed on the ground, they began to move slowly. In the end, they turned into walls of light, separating the three thousand Ice Emperor's guards.
King Wen's Acquired Eight Trigrams were mysterious and unfathomable. Even the Saints could not fully comprehend its profundities. When the Eight Trigrams were fully activated, all of the Ice Emperor's guards were like headless flies. They began to run and jump randomly in the Eight Trigrams Maze Formation.
No matter what the Ice Empress' guards did, they were unable to break free.
An inexplicable fear rose in the hearts of the Star Demon and Barbarian soldiers when they saw this scene. The wisdom of the human race was too dreadful. They had been able to create such a formidable and mysterious force. The various races of the Star Demon and Barbarian Race were helpless against this force. So, they could only rely on their numerical advantage and brute force to break through. If it was a one-on-one situation, even a greater demon monarch of a higher demon rank could be slowly exhausted to death by Ji Qingyang.
With the Eight Trigrams Platform's protection, the seven hundred thousand humans were invigorated and began to run faster. Now, it was the time for a sprint. The Confucian scholars made their moves one after another, giving each of the seven-hundred-thousand people a battle poem or art of war that could increase their speed. Soon, all human beings were running at the speed of an ordinary human being. Even the elderly and the children were running at the speed of a normal human being.
The seven hundred thousand humans were getting closer and closer to the ice mountain range. Suddenly, everyone's heart skipped a beat, because they all felt a world-destroying force about to erupt.
Fang Yun's expression changed slightly. He looked over and saw the three thousand Ice Emperor's guards rapidly shrinking at the same time. In the blink of an eye, they had shrunk to the size of sesame seeds. In the eyes of many people, they seemed to have disappeared.
"Not good!" Many Great Scholars and Great Scholars cried out in alarm.
At the same time, the three thousand small ice grains all exploded!
More than three thousand enormous balls of light bloomed in all directions, illuminating the world. They were even brighter than Yan Ningxiao's sacrificial fire.
This change happened too quickly. Even if the Great Scholars wanted to take action, it was already too late.
"Old Man alone is enough!"
Ji Qingyang didn't say anything, but his voice spread to everyone's ears in an instant. This was a spiritual will transformation, allowing him to speak words that would take hours to finish.
Fang Yun glanced helplessly at Ji Qingyang.
At this time, a normal Great Scholar would withdraw part of his power in order to preserve it for the final crisis. Although some of his power would be leaked and cause the deaths of hundreds of thousands of civilians, the Great Scholar himself wouldn't be injured.
Ji Qingyang didn't withdraw his power. At this moment, the surface of the Eight Trigrams Platform turned blood-red.
All the scholars were shocked. They never expected Ji Qingyang to use sacred blood, and it was definitely the blood of a human Half-saint proficient in the Book of Changes.
The battle poems of the human race could be activated with any sacred blood because they only needed to absorb the energy within. However, the platform of the human race not only needed the sacred blood of human saints, but it also needed to be compatible. This Eight Trigrams Platform definitely couldn't be strengthened with the sacred blood of a Half-saint. It could only be strengthened with the blood of a Confucian Half-saint proficient in the Book of Changes.
The Demon Realm had gone through countless years and accumulated a large number of saints, so there was an abundance of sacred blood. However, the number of human saints was very small, and their sacred blood was far more precious than that of the Demon Realm.
Some of the scholars were even baffled. Although some words couldn't be said, everyone understood. For example, the lives of hundreds of thousands of civilians weren't worth saving with sacred blood.
Otherwise, not to mention three thousand Frost Emperor's guards, even if there were thirty thousand of them, the human race could easily pass through them with a few hundred drops of sacred blood.
Sacred blood was limited, so the aristocratic families had to use it where it was needed most. It wasn't that the civilians weren't worth saving, but that more people could be saved if the sacred blood was used elsewhere.
This wasn't cold-bloodedness, nor was it a sacrifice. It was a decision the leaders of the human race had to make.
According to the rules of the aristocratic families, using sacred blood at this time was a violation of the family rules. No matter the reason, they would be punished.
Ji Qingyang was using his own sacred blood.
At this time, Yan Ningxiao shouldn't use his full strength, and Ji Qingyang shouldn't use his sacred blood unless they wanted to protect someone more worthy of protection.
Fang Yun felt a lump in his throat.
At this time, everyone was looking at Ji Qingyang. Only Xiao Yutian glanced at Fang Yun with a complicated gaze. He wanted to say something but stopped. Then, he turned his head and looked elsewhere.
More than three thousand Frost Emperor's guards all self-destructed. When the dazzling light dissipated, huge craters appeared on the ground one after another. The huge Eight Trigrams Platform was riddled with holes. The light became incomparably weak and could disappear at any time.
The Eight Trigrams Platform blocked all the impact, and no one was injured.
Ji Qingyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sat cross-legged on A Step in Heaven, slowly descending.
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