Shengyuan Continent, Xusheng Garden.
Xusheng Garden is an important place for the human race, surrounded by trees and green grass.
Statues of virtual saints stand in the middle of it. These statues are obviously dead objects, but they emit a faint light all over their bodies. As long as you get close to them, you will feel the tremendous power contained in them, surging in all directions like a tide.
With the help of the Holy Academy, the saints and the human race, the divine consciousness left by the Void Saint between heaven and earth will not only not dissipate, but will gradually strengthen and protect the human race.
Some of the most powerful Virtual Saints, like Bai Qi, Han Xin or Qin Shi Huang, have left behind so many divine thoughts in the world that they are very close to those of ordinary Semi-Saints. However, up to now, there is no means to promote the fallen Virtual Saints to Semi-Saints. At most, they can only be given the title of Semi-Saint, which means that their power level is ultimately inferior to that of Semi-Saints.
The current guardian of Xusheng Garden is an ordinary scholar named Shi Jiaxin, who is 112 years old, hunchbacked and dying.
Shi Jiaxin stood at the gate of Xusheng Garden and looked inside.
There are many statues of virtual saints inside, but outside, there is a statue pedestal with no statue on it.
Shi Jiaxin sighed softly. On the pedestal, there was originally a statue of Fang Yun, but unfortunately the statue had cracked and was sent to the sundry warehouse of Xusheng Garden. It will be disposed of in a few days. A new statue is being made and will be completed in a few days.
Shi Jiaxin shook his head slightly, hunched his back, and walked slowly towards his hut with the help of a cane.
Not far from the cabin, there is a sundry warehouse. Inside the warehouse, Fang Yun’s statue stands not far from the door.
It was originally covered with dense cracks, but now it is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Bloody world.
Fang Yun stood in the sky, frowning slightly, thinking that he had never thought about becoming the king. After all, being a king has its advantages and disadvantages. It would be better to be the Lord of Blood Light.
If it were in the past, Fang Yun might have been nostalgic for the power of the monarch, but after the dignified monarch of Qing Kingdom showed him some courtesy, Fang Yun instinctively set his sights on the long-term.
So much so that some thoughts have been lingering in Fang Yun's mind.
"What is a half-saint?"
"If I become a saint, can I achieve eternal immortality?"
"Can the human race stand at the top of all worlds?"
Fang Yun looked at the Xuemang scholars and said, "Let's put the king's affairs aside for now."
The great scholars of the Xuemang Ancient Land were extremely disappointed.
Suddenly, Fang Yun turned his head and looked into the depths of Fushan Mountain. A faint light flashed across his eyes, and an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be slightly ironic. Then the smile disappeared and he returned to his usual indifference.
Fang turned his head and looked at Yun Zhaochen. He said, "Your tongue sword is cracked and your literary talent is damaged. It is difficult to cure it directly, but there is a large amount of vitality essence here. It will take you three to five years at most to recover."
As Fang Yun spoke, he suddenly reached up to the sky.
Afterwards, everyone in the entire Blood Mang Ancient Land saw that the entire sky was covered by a translucent giant hand that was thousands of miles long, blocking out the sky and the sun. It was like the end of the world.
Countless people or monsters were so frightened that they were stunned and at a loss...
Then, the huge hand that covered the sky and the sun disappeared.
Fang Yun flipped his right hand, and a crystal clear water ball appeared.
The university scholars were all shocked. The Lord of Blood Light was indeed worthy of his reputation and could even retrieve objects from thousands of miles away.
Fang Yun casually threw a water ball made of the essence of vital energy into Yun Zhaochen's body. Then Yun Zhaochen let out a strange cry, which seemed to be painful and comfortable.
Yun Zhaochen stood on Pingbu Qingyun, his eyes closed, a smile on his face.
After several dozen breaths, Yun Zhaochen opened his eyes and was about to thank Fang Yun, but Fang Yun waved his hand and said, "You were injured by the Blood Mang Ancient Land, so I will save you. This essence of heaven and earth..."
Fang Yun glanced at the sky and continued, "Everyone has selfish desires, and I am no exception. The essence of heaven and earth was originally given to the Blood Mang Realm by heaven. As it continues to fall, it will gradually change the Blood Mang Realm. In the end, the Blood Mang Realm will become the same as the Holy Yuan Continent, and can breed the power of the Holy Position. I have also made some contributions to the Blood Mang Realm, so I will take one out of ten."
Fang Yun said, pointing his finger towards the sky above Fushan Mountain.
The sky was still raining vital energy like water drops, but one tenth of it was led by an invisible force to the sky above the center of Axe Mountain, where it gathered and continued to accumulate.
These essences of vital energy gathered in mid-air, neither floating up nor sinking, and were controlled by the power of the Lord of Blood Light, so there would not be any loss at all.
Everyone knew that Fang Yun used the place as a storage place for his vital energy essence, so they didn't take it seriously.
"One out of ten is a true gentleman." Tan Hemu sighed.
"Perhaps this is the gap between us and the Void Saint."
The other university scholars nodded slightly. They all knew in their hearts that if it were them, even if they did not take all of it, they would at least take half of it.
Yao Luo said sternly: "Fang Xusheng, the essence of your vital energy is not much to take, so you should carry the Pure Lotus in front of you. Compared with the Pure Lotus, your becoming a Xusheng is more important."
"That's true. If you can become a virtual saint, you will naturally find a way to weaken the evil power of the Blood Mang Ancient Land, and our lives will be better. If you can't become a half-saint, and the Pure Lotus of the Turbid World stays in the Blood Mang Ancient Land, we will be guilty of possessing a treasure."
"I'm not afraid of thieves stealing, I'm afraid of thieves thinking about it." A university scholar did not forget to satirize the clan.
Fang Yun did not speak. After a moment, he smiled and pointed to the sky, saying, "That person does not want me to take the Pure Lotus of the Turbid World with me, but I have agreed with him that if there is an extra one, he can give me one to take outside."
The university scholars suddenly realized that the Pure Lotus of the Turbid World was the foundation of all living beings in the world, and the Bloody Will would naturally not be taken away by anyone. Even if Fang Yun did not appear, anyone who tried to snatch the Pure Lotus of the Turbid World would die, unless the Lei family had the power to suppress the Bloody Will.
I wonder what amazing means Confucius used to obtain the pure lotus in this turbid world.
“But can there be a new Pure Lotus in this Turbid World?” Yun Zhaochen was a little unconvinced.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "This ancient land of Blood Mango is extraordinary. If nothing unexpected happens, the second Pure Lotus of the Turbid World will appear soon."
"That's good. But how did you become the Lord of Blood Light? Could it be related to your legendary war poems?" Yun Zhaochen asked.
Fang Yun nodded gently and said, "I later learned that every time I wrote a legendary war poem in the Sin Palace, the Blood Mang Ancient Land would undergo a change. I wrote three, and the Blood Mang Ancient Land underwent three huge changes, which then led to the attraction of Wenquxing, and the ancient land was promoted."
"The power of the three war poems alone is not enough to bring about such a big change. The three shocking saints' articles may be able to do so."
"It is indeed strange. Fang Xusheng must have done something that we don't know about."
Fang Yun looked at these university scholars and thought that if others created three legendary war poems in the Blood Mang Ancient Land, it would definitely not lead to the promotion of the ancient land. But he was different. He had a small fragment of Wenquxing in his own Wen Palace, and had an extraordinary relationship with Wenquxing. That's why he could directly bring the power of Wenquxing across the border, shining brightly on Blood Mang, promoting the promotion of the Blood Mang Ancient Land, and making himself the master of Blood Mang.
Yun Zhaochen coughed lightly and said, "Fang Xusheng, how do we deal with the sacred objects in the Blood Mang Ancient Land?"
Many university scholars became nervous. In theory, these divine objects belonged to Xue Mang's will, or Fang Yun. If Fang Yun was willing to share them with Xue Mang's people, then he would. If he was not willing, no one would be angry.
(To be continued.)
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