The three chatted for a few more sentences. Fang Yun was thinking about the blood tomb cemetery of the human race. After saying goodbye to the two semi-saints, he rode on the shrunken corpse of the great saint Fu Yue and rushed to the blood tomb cemetery of the human race.
The two statues looked at Fang Yun's back quietly.
"Senior, are you prepared for the changes in the Sacred Burial Valley?"
"There's no need to prepare. We'll just take it one step at a time. But now the demons are declining and the human race is flourishing. It's always good to make friends with the human race."
"Senior, what do you think of this boy Fang Yun?"
“If you don’t become a saint, you won’t know.”
"That's right. Although the demons and barbarians are declining, they still have a deep foundation. Even if the human race grows rapidly, it will take at least a thousand years to truly compete for the master of all realms."
"Perhaps, it won't take a thousand years, just the next Confucius."
In the Monster Blood Tomb Cemetery, an Eagle King flew out in a hurry. After flying a thousand miles, he saw a Tiger King below shouting, "Eagle, what are you doing in such a hurry?"
Ying Mo said helplessly: "I have received the decree from the Holy Mausoleum and will go to the Blood Tomb of the Human Race to call back Zhu Fangwei."
The tiger king laughed and said, "How is that possible? In the God-given mountains and seas, all the monsters and barbarians from all over the world are rushing to the Blood Tomb Cemetery, hoping to stop Fang Yun there. As long as Fang Yun is killed, it will be a great achievement, and the reward will be even greater than a dragon turning over."
Ying Mo said, "You don't know, Fang Yun somehow got the body of Fu Yue Great Sage, and the news was suppressed by someone before, and we just learned about it. If Fang Yun was allowed to go to the Blood Tomb Cemetery, wouldn't it be like a tiger among sheep? I won't tell you, the most important thing is the demon barbarian."
The tiger king stood there in a daze, feeling cold all over. He looked in the direction where the eagle disappeared and thought to himself that it was a good thing that he did not go to the Blood Tomb Cemetery to join in the fun, otherwise he might have turned into dry bones.
The sky seemed calm, but in fact, the wind was raging and the divine power was surging.
Fang Yun rode on the holy corpse of the Great Saint Fu Yue, speeding all the way at lightning speed, deaf to everything and blind to everything. However, in the world observed by his divine consciousness, outside the holy corpse of Fu Yue was simply a boiling ocean of power. The vital energy of heaven and earth, holy energy, holy power, unknown thoughts, qi and blood, evil intentions and other forces were intertwined, chaotic and complicated, as if he was moving forward in the midst of the collapse of all realms.
However, with the Holy Spirit Corpse of Fuyue here, all forces will be calm once they approach.
The nine stars, like bright lights, did not emit any external power, but they emitted a light that could soothe the soul and bring peace to Fang Yun's mind.
Before two hours had passed, Fang Yun had already seen a foggy area appearing in the distance ahead, emitting a vast and majestic righteous energy. In his mind, that righteous energy rushed straight into the sky, and nothing could stop it.
Outside the entrance to the foggy land, there appeared a large number of temporary buildings in the demon-savage style, and many demons were doing their own things.
Some were cultivating their Qi and blood, some were sparring, some were eating and drinking, some were chatting, and some were exchanging combat skills...
Fang Yun continued to descend and reduce his speed. When he was a hundred miles away from the human race’s blood tomb cemetery, a monster discovered Fang Yun.
"Look, Fang Yun is coming riding on the Emperor's spirit skeleton!"
All the monsters and barbarians seemed to have heard the orders of the saints. They all put down what they were doing and looked at Fang Yun.
"What's the saying in the human race? Even if you try your best to find something, it's easy to find it."
"It's a long-awaited iron shoe!"
Many monsters couldn't help but laugh.
"I have been here since entering the Sacred Burial Valley! I heard them enter the Dragon Turning Over, heard them enter the God-given Mountains and Seas, heard them enter the Dragon Turning Over again, and got all kinds of treasures. Now, it's our turn!"
"Yes, Fang Yun is the greatest dragon that has turned over. He is the mountain and sea that God has given us!"
“Brother Zhu Fangwei, the saints want to kill Fang Yun, so they will consume extra strength to send us in. Otherwise, don’t even think about hearing the God-granted Mountain and Sea Dragon’s reversal! After entering here, we will continue to absorb holy energy, and our strength will improve! Now, the biggest treasure in the entire Burial Valley is here, and it’s a big treasure that doesn’t require risking our lives. The opportunity to repay the saints has come, and our chance to be canonized has also come!”
"Ah..."
Many monsters howled excitedly, and the sound was deafening.
"Kill Fang Yun! Kill Fang Yun! Kill Fang Yun! Kill Fang Yun..."
The demon kings and emperors charged forward while shouting slogans rhythmically.
While charging, these monsters instinctively divided into several small teams, each led by a king. As if hunting wild beasts, they began to form a semi-encirclement formation, like a big mouth, to swallow Fang Yun completely.
"You want to kill the Void Saint outside the Human Race Blood Tomb Cemetery. Do you think there is no one in my race?"
A soft shout, not loud but full of heavy majesty, spread throughout the sky.
The demons and barbarians turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw that almost all the great human scholars whom they had not stopped before appeared in the canyon at the entrance of the Blood Tomb Cemetery.
Led by the slightly pale-faced Yi Chishi.
Behind Yi Zhishi, there was a torn book floating. No one knew who wrote it. The book looked like a bright moon, emitting a cold light. No matter from which angle one looked at it, one could only see the book high in the sky. One could only look up at the book.
Beside Yi Zhishi, there were two great scholars carrying bamboo boxes on their backs. The boxes were old and worn, but from the gaps between the bamboo strips, a faint golden light and a strong pressure from the holy way emanated.
As the crowds marched forward, the righteousness surged and all evil retreated.
The monsters were slightly frightened at first, but after a closer look, many of them burst into laughter.
Including Yi Zhishi, there were only seventeen great scholars in total.
As for the monsters and barbarians, there are more than four hundred of them, and there are thirty-seven emperors alone!
On the other hand, on the human side, the only emperor is Yi Zhishi.
A lion king laughed and said, "How dare we, a mere eighteen people, defeat the demon barbarians? We also have semi-saint treasures!"
After saying this, the huge lion, whose body was covered in golden light, burst into blood and energy. A broken and dry giant claw about ten feet high appeared in the sky, emitting a fierce aura, as if it was going to tear the sky apart.
"I don't lack either!"
"One more!"
Afterwards, two more emperors took action, each releasing a broken semi-saint treasure.
Three semi-holy treasures were suspended in the sky, like the rising sun, with holy power reaching the sky, easily suppressing Yi Zhishi's book.
Just when the great scholars of the human race were sure of victory, dozens of star monsters rushed out from a mountain not far away.
An ape sang: "Who says Fang Yun is a lonely man? He only says that his poems and essays are good. Now I give you the Eight-sided Sword of the Holy Dao, so that you can have friends all over the world!"
When everyone looked over, they saw that the one who was chanting was Yuanwan, who was now an emperor.
Afterwards, golden light shot up into the sky behind Yuanwan, and then an ancient green sword slowly rose.
The sword has eight sides, each of which is engraved with a strange picture, representing Confucianism, Legalism, Military Science, Mohism, Miscellaneous School, Agriculture, History and Medicine.
Back then, the demon tribe used the Moon Tree Divine Punishment and even mobilized the Great Sage of the Lion Tribe.
The wills of the saints of the human race took action and condensed the Eight-sided Sword of Holy Way that only existed in legends. It crossed the border and killed the Great Saint of the Lion Clan, and finally fell into the Wanwang Mountain and disappeared.
This sword was not a physical entity, and everyone thought it was broken, so no one cared.
However, after talking with Lie Sheng of the Star Demon Barbarian Clan, Fang Yun provided information about the Sky Realm Tree, and Lie Sheng also said that he would give Fang Yun a gift.
Later, Lie Sheng secretly went to Wanwang Mountain to look for the Void World Tree, and unexpectedly encountered the Eight-sided Sword of the Holy Way. He had kept it in his collection. After learning that Fang Yun was going to be buried in the Holy Valley, he asked Yuan Wan to carry it with him to help Fang Yun at the critical moment.