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Sun Renbing's words triggered everyone's sadness. Seeing their comrades sacrifice themselves to save them while they were helpless was the greatest pain in every scholar's heart.
The new scholars were only sad, but the middle-aged scholars were slightly shaken.
Every one of them had been saved by their comrades before.
Some people even mocked themselves. Not only did they live by stepping on the corpses of barbarians and demons, but they also lived by stepping on the corpses of their comrades.
These people were not afraid of dying in battle, but they were most afraid of their comrades sacrificing themselves.
The biggest reason why many poetry fanatics and even warriors who were bathed in blood were unable to advance their literary ranks was because they watched their comrades sacrifice themselves, which led to problems in their literary courage. They were unable to take the final step from Jinshi to Hanlin.
"I can't repay your kindness in this life, but I'll definitely repay you in my next life!" Qiao Juze clasped his fists at the two of them.
Everyone clasped their fists, including Fang Yun.
Zhang Zilong smiled and said, "My ancestor, Zhang Sheng Zhongjing, sacrificed himself for the human race. I'm just imitating my ancestor. You don't have to do this. I have no regrets dying for the human race! "
"Doctors are benevolent. With the plague in front of us, we should treat it with our own bodies!"
"Let's wait a little longer. We'll talk when we get closer," He Ludong said softly.
More than four hundred thousand barbarians and demons had already retreated a mile away. The dark green cloud was getting closer and closer to the fortress.
All the barbarians and demons in the path of the dark green cloud avoided it. No one dared to be below the plague cloud.
Fang Yun looked at the plague cloud. The bug-shaped power inside was clearly visible. This plague had already surpassed the scope of a normal plague. It had reached the level of a living creature. If the Lord of Plague accumulated power for another day, the plague power would definitely become a living creature. It would become even stronger. Not to mention Jinshi, even Grand Scholars would not be able to fight back. Only Grand Scholars could barely escape.
When the cloud was a mile away, Fang Yun suddenly turned to Ji Shou-woo and asked, "Brother Shou Yu, do you have any way to give me the power to resist the Divine Path? I don't need much, just enough power to resist the Lord of Pestilence. "
In the distance, Lei Li laughed heartily, not taking Fang Yun's words to heart.
Zhang Zilong and Hua Yuqing, who were prepared to sacrifice themselves, looked at Fang Yun in confusion. The others also did not know what Fang Yun was planning.
Ji Shou-woo immediately said, "'Yi' has the meaning of 'change'. My Ji Family is King Wen Zhengshuo. We can use a drop of Saint Blood to temporarily prevent you from being suppressed by the Lord of Plagues' Saint Position. But that's all. I can't let you win. "
"Then please help me, Brother Shou. I'll give it a try. If I fail, I'll have to ask Brother Zilong and Brother Yuqing to help!" As Fang Yun spoke, he took out a small porcelain bottle from the River Shell. It emitted a faint aura of a Holy Berth. In an instant, the news spread throughout the hunting ground, causing a commotion among the demons and barbarians.
'Lei Li' still had a cold smile on his face. He knew very well that the most important thing about Saint Blood was the will of the Holy Berth contained within. With the suppression of the Moon Tree, the will of the Holy Berth could not be activated, so Saint Blood was of little use.
Only Confucius' Blood could break through the suppression of the Moon Tree. But the problem was that Confucius' Blood was simply too precious. Even if they had it, these Scholars would not be able to carry it. The power of Confucius' Blood was simply too great.
"Okay!" Ji Shou-woo did not have the slightest hesitation. He took the Saint Blood, and the Houtian Eight Trigrams in his eyes slowly rotated. The golden Saint Blood left the bottle and floated in the air, emitting a Saint Aura and a white Sage Light.
In the eyes of the humans, the Sage Light was incomparably warm, like a spring breeze.
But in the eyes of the demons and barbarians, the white Sage Light was countless times more dazzling than sunlight. The eyes of the closest demon soldiers were burned into black holes, blood gushing out of their eye sockets.
"Ah …" More than thirty thousand demon soldiers were completely blinded. Neither the Demon Barbarian Army nor the Plague Lord's clone could help them recover.
More than a hundred thousand demon soldiers and generals had their eyes burned, their vision blurred. Only the demons and barbarians who were relatively far away were barely affected.
As for the minority of demons, their bodies were silently reduced to ashes.
This was a battle of the Divine Dao, a battle of the races. There was no mercy at all.
"Hmph!" The Plague Lord was extremely displeased, but he did not care. The plague cloud was about to reach the sky above the castle, and the three hundred Scholars would definitely die. They did not have the strength to truly resist the plague cloud.
At the same time, Ji Shou-woo lightly tapped Fang Yun. The Saint Blood suddenly melted, transforming into the purest of white light and entering Fang Yun's forehead.
"Ugh …"
Fang Yun groaned, his eyes tightly closed. His head tilted back slightly, his clothes fluttering as his body slowly rose into the air.
"Stepping into the void!" A Scholar exclaimed.
At the same time, Fang Yun's body began to change. A faint white light appeared from his body, filled with a holy aura, causing the Scholars to feel a sense of worship.
Finally, even Fang Yun's Scholar robes were transformed by the white light, becoming even whiter and brighter.
"As glorious as the Emperor, as mighty as the Saint!" More than two hundred Scholars had looks of worship in their eyes.
After that, apart from the Scholars from the Holy Clans, a white light shadow of Fang Yun appeared in the guts of all the Scholars. Then, it completely merged into the guts, and no one noticed.
Fang Yun was originally Xusheng!
Once he obtained the power of the Saint Blood, his power would even surpass that of the Great Scholars.
Fang Yun took a deep breath, and a book emitting a faint light appeared in front of his chest.
The words "Thirty-Six Stratagems" were covered by the light, and no one except him could see it clearly. Then, the pages of the book flipped, stopping at the chapter of "Killing with a Borrowed Knife".
Fang Yun placed his right hand on the book, and felt a strange power enter his right hand.
As imposing as a mountain, as sharp as the blade of a sword.
Fang Yun's hand left the book, and aimed at the plague cloud in the sky and made a grabbing motion.
The plague cloud immediately changed shape, as if it was grabbed by an invisible hand. However, the power of the plague crazily surged, trying to break free from the invisible hand.
As soon as he clenched his fist, countless miserable shrieks could be heard coming from the plague cloud. Then, the plague cloud began to transform continuously, finally transforming into a 300-meter-long green saber!
The plague blade emitted a strange power that could subdue heaven and earth, and enslave all living things. Whether it was the Barbarian Scholars or the Scholars, they couldn't help but shiver when they saw the plague blade.
The new Scholars and ordinary Demon Soldiers and Demon Generals only took one look at the plague blade, and their bodies started to show signs of illness. Some had fever, some had runny noses, and some felt uncomfortable all over.
"Plague Lord, let me teach you how to be a human!"
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he held the plague blade from a few hundred feet away, and gently swung it at the Barbarian Demons in front of him.
The wind howled, and there was blood everywhere. A three hundred foot long green blade of light flew out from the plague blade, like a sickle cutting wheat, and swept across the Barbarian Demons in front of him.
"Roar …"
More than thirty thousand Barbarian Demons and Barbarian Demons cried out in unison. Their bodies didn't have any wounds, 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 turned into pus, and their bones turned into powder.
One slash to kill thirty thousand!
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