Ji Shouyu spat out a mouthful of blood, took out a pill from the Yinjiangbei and put it into his mouth. The doctor from the medical family immediately took out the medical book and treated him.
"Brother Shouyu!" Many people walked over quickly.
Ji Shouyu's face was covered with dark clouds. He reached out to wipe the blood off his beard, pointed to the mountain on the far left, and said slowly: "The power of the Lord of Plague is hidden there."
"What?" Dozens of scholars shouted in unison.
There are many semi-saints in the demon clan, and those who are at the top of the semi-saints and below the great saints can be conferred the title of saint lord. The Lord of Plague is one of the saint lords in the demon world.
"I should have thought of it earlier!" Kong Detian said gritting his teeth.
Fang Yun just felt a chill on his back.
Unlike those monsters who like to fight desperately, the Lord of Plague is a very different monster saint. He rarely shows up in person and likes to use plague and illusions to achieve his goals. In terms of upright military tactics, the Lord of Plague is far inferior to the Warrior Saint, but in terms of viciousness, ten thousand Warrior Saints are not as good as the Lord of Plague.
The Lord of Plague is one of the semi-saints that humans are most reluctant to provoke.
Before the battle at Liangjie Mountain, the semi-saints of the human race had fought against the saints of the demons and barbarians many times in other ancient lands, but no matter which semi-saint they were, once they encountered the Lord of Plague, they could only flee far away. It was not until Zhang Zhongjing was canonized as a saint that he used the holy book "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" to break the plague power of the Lord of Plague, and the Lord of Plague was slightly restrained.
Since Zhang Zhongjing was canonized as a saint, human medicine has developed vigorously. The Lord of Plague has been dormant until the death of Saint Zhang Zhongjing. At that time, the Lord of Plague appeared again and no one could control him.
"The Lord of Plague is a semi-saint after all. How could he hide from the power of the Holy Temple and the Hunting Ground?"
Kong Detian sighed helplessly and said, "The Plague Lord's plague has an extremely terrifying talent of 'resurrection'! He sent the 'dead' plague into the bodies of the demon captives and into the hunting grounds. No matter how powerful the Holy Temple and the hunting grounds are, they can't detect the plague that has no threat. After the hunting grounds were isolated by the shadow of the Moon Tree, the plague naturally revived and inherited his will! Now, the Plague Lord is probably cultivating the power of the plague clone. If he is given enough time, we will surely die."
Lei Li's face was pale and he said, "Since it is the Lord of Plague, then there is no chance for us to win. You don't know that the Lord of Plague is a descendant of the Emperor of Doom and has the blood of the Ancestral God! Any trace of plague is equal to his incarnation. We are fighting against a semi-saint incarnation!"
A deep sense of sadness lingered in the hearts of most Jinshi.
"How could a human semi-saint not notice it! Since they already knew that Fang Zhenguo had become a virtual saint, why did they still accept captives from the outside world!" He Ludong was extremely angry.
Sun Renbing said, "I often stay in the ancient deserted city. I know a thing or two about this matter. After the saints learned about the Moon Tree Divine Punishment, the Hunting Ground Island has never accepted prisoners from outside. The last time the Hunting Ground Island accepted prisoners was three months ago!"
"Impossible! How could the Demon Saints have predicted three months ago that Fang Xu Saint would definitely participate in the Spring Hunt this year! No matter how strong the Lord of Plague is, the process of 'resurrection' cannot exceed a year, otherwise he would really be dead."
"Don't underestimate the monsters and barbarians! They like to fight with brute force, but the semi-saints of the ape, snake, fox and some barbarian tribes are very good at scheming. The saints of my human race used a strategy to kill the barbarian saint, and with the help of the power of the moon tree's divine punishment, we killed two barbarian saints in a row, winning two battles in a row, but this one. We lost. We lost completely!" Ji Shouyu's words were full of sadness.
Everyone understood what Ji Shouyu meant. Fang Yun's achievements in the future would most likely surpass all the semi-saints, and his influence on the human race would be extremely huge. If Fang Yun died, let alone killing three Barbarian Saints in a row, even if he killed thirty Barbarian Saints, the human race would be completely defeated.
"Haha, who dares to say that Yaoman is not targeting Fang Yun now?" The anger in Lei Li's eyes dissipated, but his hatred deepened.
Fang Yun looked at Lei Li, smiled calmly, and said: "Maybe after tomorrow, we will be buried in the hunting ground. After that, can I hurt you, Lei Li, and harm your Lei family, or can you destroy my Fang family and slaughter my Jing country? Lei Li, why are you so stubborn!"
Fang Yun shook his head slightly after saying this.
Lei Li lowered his head and said nothing.
Father, like son.
Ji Zhibai was completely hopeless, his handsome face was extremely dim, but soon gradually regained its rosy color. He sighed softly and said, "This is not the Shengyuan Continent. Not to mention that the power of the saints is difficult to reach, even if it reaches, it will inevitably encounter the full force of the demon world to block it. In the Shengyuan Continent, the power of our human race can resist the power of the demon world, but outside the Shengyuan Continent, the demon saints can overwhelm our human saints! I didn't expect that you didn't lose to the hands of the Za family, but died with me at the hands of the demons. Forget it, forget the previous grudges. Before I die, I am willing to fight side by side with Fang Xusheng!"
Ji Zhibai breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, his Wen Palace made a slight sound, and all the dust disappeared. He officially entered a state of Wen Dan.
Everyone was stunned, even Ji Zhibai was stunned.
It is difficult for ordinary Jinshi to reach the level of Wendan. Most of those who reach this level are old Jinshi who are over 40 years old. Geniuses like Yan Yukong are rare.
Ji Zhibai became a Jinshi just over a year ago. He did not learn Fang Yun's courage-refining poems, but he could reach the level of literary courage at this moment. He was already a genius.
Ji Zhibai smiled helplessly and said: "Who would have thought that Fang Zhenguo's words would help me break through. This is truly a rare opportunity. If I could survive, I would have a chance to become a great scholar! Thank you, Brother Fang!" After Ji Zhibai finished speaking, he bowed to Fang Yun.
Fang Yun did not move and accepted Ji Zhibai's greeting. Fang Yun could feel that at this moment, Ji Zhibai's words were full of sincerity without any impurities.
Fang Yun smiled, nodded gently, and said: "In the cold wind and spring sun, willows are vying to grow, and civil officials and military generals are seeking titles. Heroes throughout the ages have had so much hatred, but when they meet, they forget their grudges with a smile."
It was quiet all around.
"What a great line 'When we meet, we can forget all grudges with a smile'! This line alone is worthy of Mingzhou." Ji Zhibai suddenly shook his head and smiled bitterly. Fang Yun's poem really touched his heart. The two of them were completely opposed to each other because of Liu, and what they were fighting for was nothing more than fame, power and the way of the saint. If both of them could achieve the way of the saint in the end, they might really end the grudges of the past.
However, the Lord of Plague cut off their holy path.
Qiao Juze sighed softly, "Fang Yun's words shocked me, and I realized that our plan was right. We smiled and forgot all our grudges. If what happened today could be passed down to future generations, it would surely become a good story."
Yan Yukong looked at Fang Yun and Ji Zhibai and sighed, "Before today, the two of them were fighting to the death. Who would have thought that in the face of a deadly situation, Fang Xusheng would be the first to let go of his hatred, and by chance, he helped Ji Zhibai. This incident will certainly become a good story."
Ji Zhibai shook his head slightly, feeling extremely emotional.
"Brother Lei, what about you?" Ma Chaoming asked.
Lei Li snorted disdainfully and said, "How can I get rid of such a great hatred for ruining the reputation and fortune of my Lei family? Even if I am killed by the Lord of Plague, I will be the last to die! I want to watch Fang Yun die in front of me with my own eyes!"
"This boy is not worthy of being my advisor!" Ma Chaoming gnashed his teeth in hatred.
Lei Li laughed loudly, his eyes showing even more arrogance, and said: "My Lei family is so clear about gratitude and resentment! He Fang Yun first destroyed all the talents of my Lei family, and then made us buried with him. How can I forget the grudges with a smile? I still curse him to die a bad death!" (To be continued..)