Fang Yun was controlling the flow of energy with his spiritual power while sensing the power of the flow of energy, and he felt very satisfied.
The current is very powerful. Except for the fact that its strength is greatly reduced in the sea, it is extremely strong in any environment.
Historically, three semi-saints of the Xingliu clan intercepted an army of hundreds of millions of demons and barbarians in the Holy Bone Desert and held off an army of ten times their number for twelve days. Finally, they waited for reinforcements and defeated the enemy.
Although Xingliu is not as flexible as when he was alive, his body is still in its prime because he is nourished by a large amount of holy energy. It's just that several of his special talents cannot be used. However, the Xingliu clan's strongest talent, the body turning into a galaxy, still exists in this spirit skeleton, but its power will be greatly weakened every time it is used.
Fang Yun took a drop of Xingliu's blood and put it into the ancient demon platform. A statue of Xingliu appeared on the ancient demon platform.
A strange power was released from the ancient demon's Wentai, connecting Fang Yun's Wen Palace and Xingliu, making Xingliu's emperor's spirit body more agile.
The current flowed through the woods like a small river. There was nothing unusual wherever it passed, no grass or trees were broken, no leaves fell, as if nothing had happened. But after a hundred breaths, all the grass and trees wherever it passed showed slight signs of withering.
Currents absorb some of the moisture and vitality from wherever they pass.
The ancient monster buried a total of ten emperors' spirit bodies in the Blue Earth Mountains. Fang Yun controlled the flow to search for them one by one, but found nothing in the end. The rest of the spirit bodies either disappeared or were so damaged that they could not be called spirit bodies and could only be regarded as debris.
"One is enough!"
In the blue mountains, a stream of water flowed through the woods at a very fast speed, and soon left the Blue Soil Mountains and reached the normal black fertile soil.
The body of the plant changed rapidly, and its entire body color became similar to that of fertile soil.
Fang Yun sat steadily in the Wuhou chariot, holding the moon tree fruit core in his hand, wondering whether he should find a way to go to a tribe of evil trees and absorb a picture of the evil tree.
"That Black Panther Demon King is very powerful. He was able to enter the center of the evil tree diagram. With the help of the flow, I can do it too, but I must use the body transformation into a galaxy, which means I will no longer have the energy to destroy the demon's sacrificial blood tree. We cannot confuse which is more important."
Fang Yun shook his head slightly, rejected the idea of using the Moon Tree Fruit Core to obtain the Evil Tree Map, and went straight to the Blood Tree.
Things are changing rapidly in the Holy Burial Valley, and the battle is raging on the mountains between the two worlds.
The demon world could no longer hold back and sent out the Great Demon King, while the great scholars of the human race also began to take action. The great scholars who were capable of pacifying the world or who were even more powerful became the core of the human race, demonstrating their power to pacify the world, establish their own empire, and launch a defense.
In the sky, countless lights flickered, and on the city walls, shouts of killing rose to the sky.
Wei Huangan's hair was all white, his purple clothes were torn, his body was covered in blood, and he was lying on a stretcher.
The people carrying the stretcher were two men and two women from the wartime first aid station. According to Fang Yun's naming, the four of them were all paramedics, or nurses in the military.
Four nurses carefully carried this great scholar who was not afraid of his own death, fearing that he would fall down accidentally. Beside the stretcher, there was a doctor who was a Jinshi, staring at Wei Huangan closely, his eyes full of regret.
Wei Huang'an fought in succession and used the life-consuming poem "Crossing the Zero Ding Ocean" many times. He strengthened his own war poems with the power of "Since ancient times, everyone has to die, but I will leave my loyalty to shine in history" and saved many people.
Now, Wei Huangan is seriously injured and will not live long. Even a semi-saint cannot save him.
Wherever the stretcher passed, nearby officers, soldiers and scholars showed admiration.
Feeling the gazes of those people, Wei Huangan breathed a sigh of relief.
When the battle of Liangjie Mountain broke out, he volunteered to go to the battlefield, and now, he has fulfilled his wish.
Wei Huangan knew one thing very well, that even with Fang Yun there, the Blood Realm was not as solid as a rock, and the peace of the human race was never spoken out, but won through killing.
The human race respects Fang Yun, but does not think highly of the scholars of the Xuemang Realm.
Therefore, Wei Huangan chose a desperate path and used his own blood to gain the respect of the human race for the Blood Mang Realm.
Wei Huangan felt as if his whole body was broken. He opened his eyes with great effort and looked towards the battlefield on the top of Liangjie Mountain City.
In the nearest place, there are eight translucent peaks of different heights and shapes standing in the sky. On each peak stands a great scholar. The highest mountain in the center is like a miniature Mount Tai, and on it stands a great scholar who has the ambition to pacify the world.
The eight mountains are integrated into one, all within the country of the great scholar who has conquered the world. They remain standing even when besieged by dozens of demon kings.
In addition to this, strange phenomena appeared in other places, and family, country and the world became the absolute main force on the battlefield.
Wei Huangan slowly closed his eyes and whispered, "I can't do it anymore. Go get me a great scholar's treasure embryo, preferably a brush. Quickly." After saying that, Wei Huangan took a quick breath.
The doctor and scholar standing beside the stretcher had a sad look on his face and passed the letter helplessly.
Four men carried Wei Huangan to the elevator on the city wall and slowly descended. After a while, the elevator reached the ground, and four men came out carrying a stretcher, followed by a medical scholar.
A great scholar with a depressed look and two Jinshi candidates were already standing in front of the door, looking at Wei Huangan with grief on their faces.
Wei Huangan opened his eyes, grinned, and slowly opened his hands.
The great scholar nodded slightly, took out a jet-black brush from the Hanhu shell, held it in both hands, and handed it to Wei Huangan respectfully, even though he was already a great scholar of the fourth realm, and Wei Huangan was only a first-level self-cultivator.
"The human race is immortal."
Wei Huangan finished speaking in a low voice, tightly gripped the Wenbao brush, slowly closed his eyes, sent his talent into the brush, and formed his favorite great scholar's war poem "Kai Tian Yin".
Everyone passing by bowed their heads slightly to show respect.
The reason why scholars are healthier and live longer than ordinary people is because of the power of talent. However, injecting talent into objects to form literary treasures consumes the original source of talent. From then on, the talent in the literary palace will be exhausted, the literary palace will soon collapse, and the person will quickly age, become weak, and finally die.
A person as seriously injured as Wei Huangan would die immediately if the war poem was sealed into the literary treasure.
Such scenes occur almost every day.
Several scholars who had fought alongside Wei Huangan shed tears. Wei Huangan was one of the bravest and most selfless scholars they had ever seen, so they all swore secretly in their hearts that they would go to the bulletin board tonight to publicize Wei Huangan's deeds and let the human race remember this hero.
Not long after, the brush suddenly emitted a pure white light, illuminating the sky and earth within a hundred feet, and everyone felt a surge of warmth.
The white light immediately converged and entered the completed Wenbao pen.
Wei Huangan let go of his hand slowly with a smile on his face.
A new great scholar's writing brush appeared in his hand, inheriting his power and his spirit.
The great scholar at the side took out a clean white cloth with a heavy heart, covered Wei Huangan, and solemnly took away the new great scholar's treasure pen.
The great scholar held the writing brush in both hands, took a deep breath, lowered his head slightly, and softly recited Tao Yuanming's famous poem "Elegy".
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