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In the Scholar Hunting Ground, the battlefield was a mess.
All the demons and barbarians were running away. Only Lei Li, who was controlled by the Lord of Plague, was standing still.
Many blades of plague swept past him, but Lei Li was unharmed.
After killing the demons and barbarians, Fang Yun quietly looked at "Lei Li" because he knew that the battle was not over yet.
The demons and barbarians killed by the giant blade of plague could still be turned into plague soldiers!
All the scholars were in high spirits. Fang Yundao said, "The battle is not over yet. Everyone, calm down and recover your talents as soon as possible."
After that, Fang Yun sat back in the center seat and continued to recite "Spring and Autumn" to recover his talents.
The others immediately acted. The new scholars were on guard, while the others were meditating.
A dark green pattern appeared on Lei Li's forehead. All the humans and barbarians who looked at Lei Li felt dizzy when they saw the sacred pattern.
"Wah …" The fifty scholars who were on guard vomited, and there were green worms in the vomit.
Zhang Zilong also looked at Lei Li, but nothing happened. Then he shouted, "Don't look at Lei Li! That's a sacred pattern. You don't have the power of medicine to protect you. Even if you just look at it, your body will fall ill! Everyone, let's treat them together! "
Many scholars who practiced medicine took out medical books to treat the sick and threw the filth out of the Mohist castle.
Lei Li sat on the dragon horse. His eyes were filled with endless anger, but there was a strange smile on his face.
"You are indeed the number one genius of the human race. After Bensei exhausted your talents, he thought that he could kill all of you with the plague cloud. Who knew that it would all be in vain! Barbarian Soldier was right. If you didn't have full confidence, don't let Fang Yun know about Bensei's power. Unfortunately, Barbarian Soldier didn't expect that. You would know about my existence in advance and decisively go to the demon mountain to kill me. You forced Bensei to mobilize his army to kill you. You have indeed caused Bensei a setback, but this will not happen again! "
After that, all the Grand Scholars saw a spectacular scene. Countless dead Barbarian Demons and Barbarians started to sway. Other than the Barbarian Demons and Barbarians that were burned by the flames, all the Barbarian Demons and Barbarians that were killed by the War Poem or the other Plague Giant Blades started to gather at the Mohist Fortress.
"The Holy Sovereign is invincible!" A Demon Marquis could not help but shout.
"The Demon Realm will win!" The Demon Barbarians who were like stray dogs cheered loudly.
"Let's go. We'll follow behind these Zombie Plague Soldiers. We won't miss anyone! "A Demonic Wolf Marquis kept drooling.
Above the Mohist Castle, other than Fang Yun, all the Grand Scholars stopped meditating.
Zhang Zilong sighed, "The new Zombie Soldiers are no less than four hundred thousand. I need to be at least a Grand Scholar to be able to completely eliminate the power of these Zombie Soldiers."
"Even if I sacrifice myself, there's nothing I can do. I'm sorry." Hua Yuqing sighed.
Sun Renbing continued, "It's not that we don't want to, but that we can't. We … don't even have the most basic talent. Even if our ancestor, Sun Sheng, personally commands us, we'll definitely lose. "
"Brother Shou Yu, do you have any other brilliant ideas?"
Ji Shou-woo said slowly, "From the very beginning, I had many things to say. There are many things that I haven't said, and I still don't intend to say them. "
The Grand Scholars were stunned. Only then did they recall Ji Shou-woo's previous performance. It turned out that Ji Shou-woo did not have any hope of winning from the beginning. It must have been because he sensed through the Book of Changes that they could not win this battle.
"Is there really no way at all?"
Ji Shou-woo looked at the "Thunder Gravel" and said slowly, "These barbarians and demons are not scary. What's really scary is the clone of the Lord of Plague. The Lord of Plague lost to us in battle. But in the overall situation, we won. Because even if we kill our way to the Demon Mountain, what awaits us is the Lord of Plague, whom we absolutely cannot defeat. We can't even get within a mile of his clone. "
Fang Yun was multitasking. Only then did he understand. The Lord of Plague was already in an invincible position. In the words of later generations, the Lord of Plague had lost in battle tactics, but won in strategy.
There were too many factors needed for the humans to win, but the Lord of Plague only needed time. As long as he could stall for time, victory would belong to him.
Kong Detian said, "We've fought the Demon Saint's clone to this point. Even if we die, there's no need to be depressed. We've done our best. "
"Yes, I still have some talent. Before I die, I'll kill more Corpse Soldiers of Plague. Fang Xusheng, how much Sacred Blood do you have? "
Fang Yundao said, "Thanks to the Holy Clans' generous gift, I have two drops of Half-saint blood of the human race and twenty-four drops of Demon Saint and Barbarian Saint blood. It's enough to kill these Corpse Soldiers of Plague. "
"What do you mean?"
Everyone was puzzled.
Fang Yun smiled faintly and took out a bottle containing Sacred Path aura and a Sacred Page from the River Oyster. He said, "No matter what, I'm still a prodigy of poetry. The reason why I schemed against the Lord of Plague and made him release the Plague Cloud was because if he kept his power, I wouldn't be able to kill these Corpse Soldiers of Plague. "
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he dripped the golden Demon Saint blood from the bottle onto the Sacred Page.
The Sacred Page immediately absorbed the power of the entire drop of Sacred Blood and quickly turned 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 Sacred Path power spread in all directions. This power didn't have much killing power, but it formed a great majesty that made it difficult for the Corpse Soldiers of Plague to move. They walked extremely slowly.
The Barbarian Commanders and Barbarian Marquises who had wanted to take advantage of the situation were frightened and hesitant.
Fang Yun dipped his hands in thick ink and slowly wrote the poem "Sutra of the Volcano" that he'd written when he killed Granny Tree Demon in the Book Hill.
"Red flames burn the clouds, the heat vaporizes the air. The earth cracks, the lava flows, the flames move a hundred miles. I wonder why the charcoal of Yin and Yang burns here alone … "
The black ink fell on the golden Sacred Page, but it didn't form black words, but red.
What appeared on the Sacred Page wasn't ink words, but strange words that looked like lava.
Every time a lava word appeared, Fang Yun's surroundings became hotter. When Fang Yun finished writing the first sentence, the surrounding heat wave hit him in the face, and all the Scholars instinctively stepped back.
The Scholars looked at Fang Yun as they stepped back. Their eyes were in a daze because the Fang Yun in their eyes had disappeared. Now, there seemed to be a huge volcano growing there.
The earth seemed to be about to split open, and flames were about to engulf the world.
The moment Fang Yun finished writing "Sutra of the Volcano," a phantom of the Tiger Half-saint appeared behind him. The phantom howled at the sky and formed a great pressure.
The surrounding Scholars were better off, but the demons and barbarians knelt on the ground one by one, trembling.
The phantom of the Tiger Saint turned into a ball of fire and merged with the Sacred Page. There was an additional layer of Sacred Blood Light, which made the "Sutra of the Volcano," which was originally only at the level of the first level, to reach the power of the second level. Other than that, there seemed to be nothing special.
War poems could be used without the Sacred Page, but non-war poems needed the Sacred Page as a carrier to create a power that was no different from war poems.
In the Four Wonders of Literature, the real power of the Sacred Page was to create a reality.
No one saw that a clear light suddenly appeared behind Fang Yun's head. The clear light was like the first ray of light at the beginning of the world, enlightening and educating all living beings.
Then, a small bronze tripod with three legs and two handles flew out from the clear light and floated in the air.
On the front of the tripod, there was a word "poem" written in oracle bone script.
"Clang …"
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