Kong Detian said, "Delun and I both have a 'Righteous Seat'. N ∈ "
Kong Delun, who was at the side, also took out a roll of straw mat that was emitting a faint holy light from the River Shell.
Kong Delun was a newly advanced Jinshi who had fought alongside Fang Yun in the Holy Ground.
"As expected of the Kong family," a few people praised softly. Even such a young Jinshi had a Righteous Seat.
Although Half-saint's former residence could sanctify items, it was still limited and far inferior to that of the Kong family. Ordinary Half-saint families only had a dozen or so Righteous Seats, and they were all used by scholars and even the important descendants could only use them occasionally.
Several people from the secondary saint families also took out their Righteous Seats one after another. In the end, there were a total of 12 Righteous Seats spread out in the open space of the fortress. If squeezed together, there would be enough seats for 70 to 80 people.
The demons and barbarians were getting closer and closer, and everyone quickly distributed the seats. Due to the fact that the more talent one had, the faster one would recover. Besides, different people had different efficiency in using talent. Everyone was divided into five classes, and the frequency and time of using the Righteous Seats would be determined according to the class.
Among them, the 16 Warriors of Blood and Fang Yun were the most important and could use the Righteous Seats at any time. The middle-aged poetic maniac was in the second class, the ordinary middle-aged Jinshi and the seven Notre-Dame Jinshi were in the third class, the rest of the young Jinshi and those with flood dragon bones were in the fourth class, and the rest of the newly advanced Jinshi were in the fifth class.
Those who were of a lower class did not complain. Now, it was not a time to differentiate between the rich and the poor, but rather, those who were capable would be promoted. Letting the strong recover more talent would be beneficial to everyone.
After the distribution, Fang Yundao said, "There are fewer demons and barbarians attacking now, I'll rest first." After saying that, he sat in the corner of a Righteous Seat and began to meditate while reciting the Spring and Autumn Annals in his heart.
Different people pursued different Sacred Daos and memorized different classics of the saints. Ever since Fang Yun read the actual scenes of the Spring and Autumn Annals in the Ten Nations Grand Tournament, he had been using the Spring and Autumn Annals as his main meditation book. The effects were more than ten times better than reading other classics of the saints.
The army of demons and barbarians did not rush to the bottom of the castle together. The first ones to do so were the Zombie Soldiers of Plague. However, under the blazing sun, their strength was greatly reduced.
Due to the control of the plague, their jumping ability had been weakened, and they were unable to jump more than three zhang high. Thus, they posed the least threat.
The second batch was the 50,000 remnants of the army that had come from the Demon Mountain. They were the last remnants of the 150,000 barbarian demons. However, a large number of Demon Commanders and Demon Generals had yet to make a move. Therefore, their overall strength was even greater than the 100,000 barbarian demons that had died.
After Fang Yun recovered 90% of his talent qi, he immediately stood up. At this moment. Lei Li and the other four, who were under the control of the Lord of Pestilence, led another barbarian army and arrived at the bottom of the castle.
Fang Yun looked into the distance. Apart from the two armies in front, there were eleven more armies of barbarians. The total number of barbarians had reached an unprecedented number of 500,000, making the total number of barbarians here more than 600,000!
There were no more than a million demons and barbarians in the entire Scholar Hunting Ground.
Fang Yun sighed softly. Barbarian Soldier and the Lord of Pestilence were so well prepared. If he died here, it would not be a waste.
It wasn't that these Grand Scholars weren't good enough, but that the human race had limited talent. And there were only two paths to take.
If they didn't attack the Demon Mountain, they would definitely die when the Lord of Pestilence grew stronger.
If they were to attack the Demon Mountain, no matter how they fought. In the end, they would be surrounded by the prepared barbarians.
This wasn't a battlefield where information was symmetrical. The Lord of Pestilence could even hear their whispers, so he would definitely know every movement in the hunting ground.
Even if the Lord of Pestilence was a clone, he was still a clone of Half-saint. No matter how weak he was now, he still had the power of a Saint.
Lei Li rode on his dragon horse and stopped a few hundred feet away from the castle. The 50,000 barbarian army followed behind.
Lei Li smiled sinisterly and shouted, "Stop fighting!"
All the barbarians, including the Corpse Soldiers, immediately retreated and gave up on attacking the castle.
The Grand Scholars also stopped. Some of them didn't even care about what Lei Li said and immediately sat down to meditate.
Lei Li held the horsewhip in his right hand and looked at the castle. He said with a thunderous voice, "Fang Zhenguo, you are a genius of the human race, and the Demon Realm needs geniuses like you. The Ancestor God has ordered that as long as you are willing to join the Demon Realm, we will give you the body of a descendant of the Ancestor God, only slightly weaker than the True Dragon Clan. The Saints will do their best to help you and guarantee that you will become a Saint within a hundred years! As long as you help us conquer the Saint Origin World, we will make you the Lord of the Human Race and help you become a Great Saint, so that you won't die for a hundred thousand years! "
The whole place was silent. A few of the Grand Scholars felt their hearts beat faster. The Lord of Pestilence's words were too attractive. The Lord of the Human Race, the Saint position for a hundred years, was something that many humans and barbarians dreamed of.
Some of the Grand Scholars looked at Fang Yun worriedly, but most of them were not worried at all.
Fang Yun looked at Lei Li and smiled faintly. He said, "You don't need to give me what you said. I, Fang Yun, will take it myself!"
Fang Yun's voice was filled with unprecedented firmness. It resonated with Wen Dan and spread ten miles away.
Tens of thousands of demon soldiers held their heads and screamed. They felt as if countless sharp blades were cutting their brains. Even the army flag couldn't help them recover. In the end, their screams became softer and softer as they bled to death.
Thick smoke billowed out of the Corpse Soldiers. A large amount of the power of pestilence was burned by the sun's fire.
If the Corpse Soldiers were burned to dry corpses, they would no longer be a threat.
The five Lei family's Grand Scholars swayed. Their eyes suddenly regained their usual brightness, but it was covered by an invisible force in an instant. Their eyes dimmed.
"Fang Yun, don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!" Lei Li's expression became even more ferocious.
"I don't care for the Demon Realm's wine!" Fang Yun said.
Lei Li sneered. "As expected of Mad Monarch Fang Yun. Your every move is under my eyes! Even if you can recover your talent, it's very limited. At most, your talent will be exhausted in an hour! At that time, I want to see how arrogant you can be! Of course, I'm thirsty for talent. I'll still give you one last chance! As long as you surrender, I'll let the other three hundred Grand Scholars leave alive! "
Fang Yun's expression changed slightly. This Lord of Pestilence was indeed vicious!
Yan Yukong suddenly snorted and said loudly, "Lord of Pestilence, you're underestimating us Grand Scholars. You're also underestimating Fang Yun! Do you think that by saying this, we'll fight among ourselves and even hope to sacrifice Fang Yun in exchange for our lives? What a joke! Fellow humans, I only have one question for you. After you became scholars, who wasn't prepared to die on the battlefield? "
Ma Chaoming smiled faintly and said, "I'm not only prepared to die. Wen You had risked his life to save me ten years ago. So, I knew that I would make a huge profit for every day I live, and for every demon and barbarian I kill! Today, I can fight hundreds of thousands of Barbarian Demons. What's there to be afraid of? "
"We scholars love life, but we're not afraid of death!"
Fang Yun raised his head slightly and looked at the Lord of Pestilence. "Continue attacking. The more you talk, the more we look down on you insects! You animals, how do you know the heart of us humans! How do you know the courage of scholars! "
Every Grand Scholar couldn't help but puff out their chests. Even those who were meditating slowly straightened their bodies.
Lei Li, who was controlled by the Lord of Pestilence, was stunned. He cursed in a low voice, "A bunch of despicable tough bones. Bensei really hates you! Attack! "
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