As soon as this pill, as bright as the sun, was shown, the nearby imperial dragon clan members showed strange expressions.
This is the famous ancestral medicine of the Imperial Clan, "Tian Yang". It was quite common in the Imperial Clan in the past, but the world has changed. The Dusk Fortress has encountered disasters many times and had to consume the magic medicine, resulting in this kind of ancestral medicine being completely exhausted now.
The Dusk Fortress can now only refine the worst-grade ancestral medicine, because the divine materials needed for the top-grade ancestral medicine have either been exhausted or have not yet grown to maturity.
The medicinal power of this Tianyang Ancestral Medicine far exceeds that of the Tianyang Ancestral Medicine back then, and it exudes the aura of an ancestral treasure containing medicine.
The ancestral treasure that contains medicine can not only preserve the ancestral medicine for tens of millions of years without spoiling, but also continuously improve the efficacy of the medicine.
On the surface, the medicinal power of this Tianyang Ancestral Medicine is only three times that of ordinary Tianyang Ancestral Medicine. However, this Tianyang Ancestral Medicine can cure injuries that ordinary Tianyang Ancestral Medicine cannot.
The ancestral medicine only needs to be gently turned, and the dissipated medicinal fragrance can heal all the saints. This has reached the level of superior ancestral medicine, which is enough to help the peak saint ancestor heal a certain degree of injuries.
"You seem to be in great need of ancestral medicine?"
All the ancestors and saints nodded vigorously.
Fang Yun waved his hand, and tens of thousands of great saints' divine medicines flew towards the saints and ancestors. At the same time, hundreds of ancestral medicines flew towards the saints and ancestors present.
"To prevent any accidents, these will be issued temporarily. They will be distributed again after the war is over."
The saints and ancestors of the Dusk Fortress filled their eyes with tears. These were life-saving things. If a saint ancestor could swallow such a Tianyang Ancestral Medicine when he was seriously injured, he could not only recover from his injuries but even kill the enemy instead of being killed himself.
Fang Yun was about to lead the ancestors who followed him to the battlefield when King Wen said, "Master, our injuries have healed and we can lend you a hand."
The new saints and ancestors behind Fang Yun were stunned for a moment and smiled. Although they didn't mean to laugh at him, they felt it was a bit ridiculous.
They looked at the saints of the human race. There were no more than seven sub-saints and no more than a hundred half-saints. With such power, any ordinary saint could sweep away them.
But strangely, the saints of the Dusk Fortress had no reaction to King Wen's words, as if King Wen could really do what he said.
Fang Yun hesitated for a moment, nodded, and said, "With you here, I am more confident."
The saints and ancestors who followed Fang Yun were confused. As a Saint Ancestor at the peak level, Fang Yun would be insignificant if he took action, not to mention these people, even a hundred sub-saints would be insignificant. If he were to fight against the Supreme, not to mention the sub-saints, even a hundred Saint Ancestors below the peak level, or even a thousand, would not have the slightest impact on the battle situation.
However, Fang Yun and the saints of the human race seemed to be completely unaware of this matter.
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he took out the Shushan body.
A very ordinary green hill, covered with very ordinary green trees, with a very ordinary staircase leading directly to the top of the mountain, connecting to a very ordinary altar.
The moment the human saints saw the mountain of books, a look of pride flashed across their faces.
"Come with me!"
As Fang Yun spoke, he threw the mountain of books behind him. A door to the void appeared in front of him and he stepped in.
At the same time, the hundred saints of the human race turned into streams of light, landed on the top of Shushan Mountain, and followed Fang Yun into the Gate of Void.
The Evil Dragon of Prison and the Ancestor of Dragon-Devouring Vine followed suit. Some great saints wanted to go in, but were stopped by Emperor Mo who rolled his eyes.
"That is the battlefield outside the realm. Only the Holy Ancestor can enter. All the Great Saints can only stay here to maintain the magic circle." Emperor Mo said.
An evil creature Great Sage said unconvincedly: "Even the human race can play as a half-saint, why can't we?"
Di Mo said helplessly: "If you can kill the peak Saint Ancestor, I will let you go."
"What? They can kill the peak Saint Ancestor?"
Di Yu smiled and said, "Under the leadership of Confucius, the saints of the human race formed the most magical race in the universe. They fought hard with a peak golden ancestor and finally killed him. Which of your races can do this?"
"How is that possible? No matter how powerful they are, their combined strength should be limited."
"The human race is an exception. The holy ways of the human race's saints can be continuously integrated, because each of them has learned the holy ways of others and can exert incredible power in battle." Di Yu said.
Many great saints still don’t believe it.
Di Mo took out a mirror, threw it into the sky, and said, "This is the ancestral mirror we use to observe the battlefield. You will know it at a glance."
The saints hurriedly looked up at the ancestral mirror that was beginning to grow larger. Soon, the ancestral mirror became as big as the sky. Then, the entire front became a three-dimensional screen, and the details of the battlefield appeared in front of the saints and ancestors.
They seemed to be watching from the battlefield.
Fang Yun was seen standing on the battlefield holding the Emperor God Tree, like an ordinary person with no power, like an inconspicuous speck of dust on the battlefield.
On his left and right sides, there were two huge shadows.
Above the head of the Evil Dragon of Hell hangs the Dragon-Slaying Platform, and above the head of the Dragon-Devouring Vine Ancestor hangs the Taiyuan Gate.
Behind Fang Yun, a mountain of books was suspended in midair, with hundreds of saints standing on the top of the mountain.
Behind Fang Yun were the sixteen holy ancestors who came with him.
The sixteen holy ancestors were both excited and worried, but the fighting spirit in their eyes burned fiercely.
Fang Yun raised his head and looked forward.
This is the most marginal battlefield, but even so, there are thousands of Saint Ancestors fighting here.
There are hundreds of Emperor clans and Dragon clans, and thousands of Golden Ancestors.
The "Jin" in the Jin clan and Jinzu of the ancient times means metal, and these Jinzus, all of whom were shining with golden light and looked like they were cast in gold, are also called Jinzu.
Although these Golden Ancestors are holy ancestors and there is spiritual light flashing in their eyes, they do not have the slightest breath of life. They are like a kind of clones or puppets.
Most of them are humanoid, except that they have a few more heads, arms, legs, or bodies.
Apart from this, they are no different from normal Saint Ancestors. They are equally adept at using combat skills and close combat. They have rich combat experience and magical methods. They will retreat if they are seriously injured, and will perish together if they encounter a fatal dilemma.
Here is an infinite chaotic vacuum.
The space and void here have been completely destroyed, and even the Holy Way cannot repair them in a short time.
When the saints who knew the human race well saw this scene, they suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the saints of the human race could fight to the peak together, it turned out to be because of the chaotic vacuum, which could infinitely temper their literary courage.
They realized that although it might take a great opportunity to break through to the fifth realm, Confucius's literary talent would definitely reach the fifth realm, and the literary talents of the other saints, even if not the fifth realm, had already reached the peak of the fourth realm. As for the older ones, because their literary talents had been tempered for too long, some characteristics of their literary talents would not even be weaker than those of ordinary fifth realms.
The literary hero of the four realms, immortal for all eternity.
The fifth realm of literary courage will never be destroyed.
They looked at the human saints in the mountains. All of them were calm and composed. Although they were only half-saints or great saints, they were more composed than many saint ancestors.
"admire!"
The saints of other races feel inferior to them.
Ever since the death of Saint Luanmang, Lang Kun has remained silent. He has been following Fang Yun and looking at the ancestors silently.
When she saw this scene, she showed an indescribable excitement.