Fu Yue's body was huge, so a little less blood was nothing. Moreover, the ancient monsters were a clan famous for producing a lot of holy blood. However, they couldn't stand losing too much blood.
Ten breaths later, Fu Yue's body moved slightly, and the liquid high-temperature matter in the earth's core surged wildly, like countless volcanic eruptions. It was extremely terrifying and enough to easily destroy the emperor.
Fang Yun did not run away. Instead, a light shone from his brows, and then a scroll of an ancient demon flew out and fell into Fu Yue's body.
Fu Yue stood straight and trembled, and Fang Yun continued to suck blood.
After taking another ten breaths, Fu Yue's body trembled again, and even the entire Xuemang Continent was affected.
Fang Yun put away his Spring and Autumn pen.
Since the power of the Spring and Autumn Pen did not remain on the wound, Fu Yue's body healed in just a blink of an eye.
The vibrations at the earth's core slowly subsided, and Fu Yue continued to sleep and practice.
Fang Yun held the Swallowing Seashell in his hand and took a look at the large amount of Fu Yue's blood inside.
Over a thousand drops of holy blood!
For any noble family, thousands of drops of holy blood is an extremely large number.
The saints of the human race do not value their bodies, so their real holy blood is limited. For a race like the ancient demons who roam the world with their bodies, they can produce a huge amount of holy blood.
Fang Yun looked at Fu Yue's neck again.
The tendons, bones and flesh of the saints can condense into holy jade. If the bone strength is intact, it will form holy bones or holy remains.
"Thank you very much."
Fang Yun thanked Fu Yue and his body quickly rose towards the ground.
As soon as he returned to the Shengyuan Continent, Fang Yun received a letter from the West Sheng Pavilion, saying that cracked clouds appeared in the sky above the Wanwang Mountain in the demon world, which meant that the Burial Valley of the Holy Burial had been opened. However, this was the most dangerous time. Only when the passage to the Burial Valley of the Holy Burial was stabilized could they officially enter. Now the Holy Academy summoned all the human beings who were about to go to the Burial Valley of the Holy Burial.
Fang Yun immediately arrived at the Holy Academy as quickly as possible and headed to the Western Holy Pavilion, where he met many great scholars along the way.
The Western Saint of this generation of human race is Liu Xie, and the elder of the Western Saint Pavilion is Liu Sidao, a great scholar from the Liu Saint family.
Fang Yun and everyone else entered the West Holy Temple. Liu Sidao was sitting on a cushion in the deepest part of the temple.
Liu Sidao nodded slightly as a greeting.
Fang Yun knew Liu Sidao's personality. He was indifferent to fame and fortune and spoke little. Even though he was in charge of the West Saint Pavilion, he seldom interfered in various affairs. Other people in the West Saint Pavilion were in charge of them. He spent most of his time practicing.
The great scholars present greeted each other with their eyes without speaking, and each sat on a different cushion.
Fang Yun walked towards the first cushion on the left and sat down majestically.
This was the first time Fang Yun entered the main hall of the West Holy Temple and looked around secretly.
The four holy temples are all the same and extremely simple. The Western Holy Temple is a huge wooden hall with two huge wooden carvings on the walls on both sides. The left one records the deeds of Confucius, and the right one records the deeds of the six sub-saints.
There is only one calligraphy hanging at the front of the main hall.
The four seasons run their course and all things grow.
This is a saying of Confucius.
Confucius said that he did not intend to say anything, nor did he need to say anything, so Zigong asked Confucius: "If you say nothing, what can we disciples pass on?"
Confucius then asked, "What does Heaven say? The seasons continue to rotate and everything grows as before. Does Heaven need to say anything?"
The conversation between Confucius and Zigong consists of only a few short sentences, but it has been deeply studied by Confucian scholars of all generations, and there are still different opinions about it today.
When Fang Yun saw these eight words, a world suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The heaven and earth were moving, and all things were growing. These eight big words were placed above that world, like the way of heaven hanging high in the sky, mysterious and unpredictable, as if everything in the world was contained in these eight words.
At the same time, Fang Yun felt a sense of heroism in his heart. He believed that one day he would be like Confucius and compare himself to the Way of Heaven. Like the Way of Heaven, he would be silent but control everything.
These eight words were written by Confucius himself.
Fang Yun took another look and found that the calligraphy was very ordinary. He could not see any power in it, and he could not even sense anything special about it. It seemed like a calligraphy and painting that could be found everywhere on the street stalls.
Fang Yun looked at Liu Sidao who was sitting under the calligraphy, and they complemented each other beautifully.
Great scholars have been coming to the West Holy Temple one after another, but unlike ordinary meetings, the atmosphere in the hall is obviously too depressing.
Even when the public meeting was held that year, it was not like this.
Fang Yun sat upright, but he was thinking about going to the Holy Burial Valley.
As Wenquxing approaches, the strength of the human race has greatly increased. Many university scholars have made breakthroughs and been promoted to great scholars, causing the power of the human race's top leaders to increase dramatically.
The last time the Holy Burial Valley was opened, the human race only sent out fourteen great scholars. The main reason was that the Holy Burial Valley was too dangerous and the human race did not want too many great scholars to be killed in it. But the fundamental reason was that the human race had too few great scholars.
Today, the Western Saint Pavilion invited a total of thirty-four great scholars.
From the time when Wenquxing moved until now, the total number of great scholars in the human race has tripled!
Most of the great scholars invited this time were promoted to great scholars in recent years, and they have all surpassed the level of new great scholars. They are at least great scholars who have reached the level of self-cultivation and have already mastered the power of their country and the world.
A great scholar who has reached this level, as long as he practices normally and thoroughly masters his own power, is no longer comparable to an ordinary demon king of the same realm.
Once they possess their country and the world, every great scholar will have strength close to that of the Holy Son and the Great Demon King, and the stronger ones can stand shoulder to shoulder with the Great Demon King of the Ancestral God clan.
This is how the human race is. The more profound the holy path, the greater the power.
However, the number of great demon kings and great barbarian kings far exceeds that of the great scholars of the human race.
More and more great scholars came in. Soon, Fang Yun sensed that, including Liu Sidao, there were already thirty-four great scholars seated in the hall.
There are many acquaintances and even friends among them, including the stupid scholar Tian Songshi whom I met in the sea of learning, the beggar uncle Zhao Jingkong of Jing country, the thunder-listening scholar Ye Hongyu, and Meng Jingye who fought side by side with the Shihan Ancient Land in the Xuemang Realm...
In addition, Fang Yun also saw several people he didn't want to see.
The current head of the Lei family is Lei Konghe, the current great scholar of the Zong family is Zong Wenxiong, and the great scholar of the Weng family is Weng Shi.
Time passed slowly, and when the West Temple was about to close, a purple-robed figure stepped into the main hall.
No one spoke, but Fang Yun felt that the air seemed to vibrate.
Fang Yun did not look back, but he knew that the person coming was the human literary giant Yi Zhishi.
Suddenly, the air in the main hall froze.
There can only be one first.
Many great scholars frowned slightly, looked at Fang Yun who was sitting, and then looked at Yi Zhishi who had just entered the main hall, not knowing what to do.
Yi Zhishi looks like a young man, without a single wrinkle on his face, and his black hair falls naturally on his shoulders, like a black waterfall or a spread of black silk.
Only his temples are as white as silver.
Suddenly, there was a slight commotion in the main hall, and everyone looked under Yi Zhishi's robe.
Yi Zhishi was barefoot and not wearing shoes.
The feet were a little dirty and covered with dust.
Many great scholars had a gleam in their eyes.
Walking barefoot, free from the mundane world.
When all worldly dust has been removed, there is no dirt or filth, and your feet are as white as jade, then you will step into the holy path.
"Huh..."
Many great scholars breathed a sigh of relief, as this meant that Yi Zhishi had begun the final step towards becoming a literary giant and had officially stepped onto the path to sainthood. If nothing unexpected happened, he would eventually be canonized as a saint.
The four seasons run their course and all things grow.
Faced with these eight words, no matter what the great scholars were thinking, no one spoke.
There are over a hundred cushions, and thirty-five of them are occupied.
The first on the left is Fang Yun.
Yi Zhishi glanced at the entire room, with a faint smile on his face, and slowly walked to the first cushion on the right and sat down.
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