Kong De Tian Dao: "De Lun and I both have 'Right Heart Seat'."
Kong Delun, who was standing by, also took out a roll of straw mat that emitted a faint holy light from the Yinjiangbei.
Kong Delun was a newly promoted Jinshi who had fought alongside Fang Yun in Shengxu.
"As expected of the Kong family." Several people praised in a low voice. Even such a young scholar had a seat with a righteous heart.
Although the Semi-Saint Residence can sanctify items, it is limited after all, far less than the Confucius Family. This Semi-Saint Family, which is like the Zhengxin Seat, only has more than ten seats, which are used by university scholars and even great Confucian scholars. Even important direct descendants can only use them occasionally.
Several people from the Sub-Sage Family also took out their mats one after another. In the end, there were a total of twelve Zhengxin mats spread out on the open space of the fortress. If they squeezed together, it would be enough to seat seventy or eighty people.
The monster was getting closer and closer, and everyone was quickly making their own distribution. Since the more talent one had, the faster one would recover, and different people used their talent differently, everyone was divided into five levels, and the frequency and time of using the Zhengxin Seat were determined based on their level.
Among them, the sixteen blood-bathed scholars and Fang Yun are the most important, and can use the Zhengxin Seat at any time, and are in the first class. The middle-aged poetry maniac is in the second class, the ordinary middle-aged scholars and the seven scholars of the Holy Academy are in the third class, the rest of the young scholars and the scholars with dragon bones are in the fourth class, and the rest of the new scholars are in the fifth class.
Those of lower status did not complain. Now it is not about distinguishing between the noble and the humble, but the capable ones will be promoted and the incapable ones will be demoted. It will benefit everyone if the strong ones can regain more talents.
After the distribution was completed, Fang Yun said: "There are fewer monsters attacking now, I will take a rest first." After that, he sat down at a corner of a table without hesitation, thinking quietly, and constantly reciting "Spring and Autumn Annals" in his mind.
Different people pursue different holy paths and memorize different holy classics. Ever since Fang Yun read the real scenes of "Spring and Autumn Annals" in the Ten-Kingdom Competition, he has used "Spring and Autumn Annals" as the main book for rectifying his mind and meditating, and the effect is dozens of times that of reading other holy classics.
The demon army did not rush to the castle together. The first to rush to the castle were the plague corpse soldiers. However, under the exposure of the sun's fire, their strength was greatly reduced.
Due to the plague, their jumping ability has deteriorated and they cannot jump three meters high, so their threat is minimal.
The second group to arrive was the 50,000 remnant troops from the Demon Mountain. Although they were the last remnants of the 150,000 demons, a large number of demon generals and monster commanders had not taken action, and their overall strength was even greater than that of the 100,000 dead demons.
After Fang Yun recovered 90% of his energy, he stood up immediately. At this time, Lei Li and the other five who were controlled by the Lord of Plague led another army of demons to the bottom of the castle.
Fang Yun looked around into the distance. In addition to the two armies in front, there were eleven more demon armies coming, with a total number reaching an unprecedented 500,000, making the total number of demons and barbarians here exceed 600,000!
There are only about one million monsters in the entire Jinshi Hunting Ground.
Fang Yun sighed lightly. The Barbarian Saint and the Lord of Plague were so well prepared that it would not be unfair if he died here.
It's not that these scholars are incompetent, but that the human race has limited talent. And there are only two paths to take.
If we don't attack the Demon Mountain, the Lord of the Plague will become more powerful and will surely die.
If you attack the Monster Mountain, no matter how you fight, you will eventually be surrounded by the well-prepared monsters.
This is not a battlefield with symmetrical information. The Lord of Plague even knows their whispers, so he must be aware of every move in the entire hunting ground.
Even if the Lord of Plague is a clone, it is still a clone of a semi-saint. Even if his power is weak now, he still has the power of a saint.
Lei Li rode on a dragon horse and stopped a few hundred feet away from the castle. An army of 50,000 monsters followed behind him.
Lei Li smiled sinisterly and shouted, "Cease-fire!"
All the monsters, including the plague zombies, immediately retreated and gave up attacking the castle.
The scholars also stopped. Some of them ignored what Lei Li said and immediately sat down to think carefully.
Lei Li held the whip in his right hand, looked at the castle and said with thunderous tongue: "Fang Zhenguo, you are a rare talent of the human race, and my demon world is in need of talents like you. The ancestor god has ordered that as long as you are willing to serve the demon world, we will give you a body of the descendant of the ancestor god, only slightly weaker than the real dragon clan. The saints will help you with all their strength and ensure that you will be canonized within a hundred years! As long as you can help us conquer the Shengyuan Continent, we will definitely make you the master of the human race, and then do our best to help you become a great saint and immortal for a hundred thousand years!"
The whole place was silent, and the heartbeats of a few Jinshi quickened. The words of the Lord of Plague were too attractive. The Lord of the Human Race and the hundred-year holy throne were the things that many humans and monsters dreamed of.
Some Jinshi looked at Fang Yun worriedly, but more of them were not worried at all.
Fang Yun looked at Lei Li, smiled calmly, and said: "You don't have to give me what you said. I, Fang Yun, will take it myself!"
Fang Yun's voice was filled with unprecedented firmness, resonating with the literary advisors and spreading over ten miles.
Tens of thousands of demon soldiers held their heads and screamed, feeling as if countless sharp blades were cutting their brains. Even the military flags could not help them recover. In the end, their screams became smaller and smaller, and they died with blood coming out of all their orifices.
Thick smoke billowed out of the bodies of those plague zombies, and a large amount of plague power was burned by the fire of the sun.
If the plague zombies are burned into mummies by flames, they will completely lose their threat.
The bodies of the five scholars from the Lei family shook, and their eyes suddenly regained their former brightness, but in an instant they were obscured by an invisible force and their vision dimmed.
"Fang Yun, you shouldn't refuse my toast and then drink the forfeit!" Lei Li's face became even more ferocious.
"I don't want the wine from the demon world!" Fang Yun said.
Lei Li sneered, "You are indeed the Mad King Fang Yun. I am watching your every move! Even if you can recover your talents, they will be very limited. Your talents will be exhausted in half an hour at most! By then, I want to see how crazy you can be! Of course, I am thirsty for talents, and I will still give you one last chance! As long as you surrender, I will let the other 300 scholars leave alive!"
Fang Yun's expression changed slightly. This lord of plague was indeed vicious!
Yan Yukong suddenly snorted coldly, and said with a thunderous tongue: "Lord of Plague, you underestimate our human race Jinshi, and you also underestimate Fang Yun! Do you think that if you say so, we will fight among ourselves or even hope to sacrifice Fang Yun in exchange for our lives? It's ridiculous! Fellow human race, I only ask you one question, when you become scholars, who is not prepared to die on the battlefield?"
Ma Zhaoming smiled and said, "More than preparing for death, ever since my literary friend risked his life to save me ten years ago, I knew that every day I live and every demon I kill is a huge profit! I can fight against hundreds of thousands of demons today, so why should I fear death!"
"As scholars, we love life, but we are not afraid of death!"
Fang Yun raised his head slightly, looked at the Lord of Plague, and said: "Keep attacking. The more you talk, the more we despise you insects! You beasts, how can you know the hearts of us humans! How can you know the courage of scholars!"
Every scholar couldn't help but straighten his chest, even those who were meditating quietly straightened their bodies slowly.
Lei Li, who was controlled by the Lord of Plague, was stunned and cursed in a low voice: "A bunch of lowly and stubborn people, really disgust this Saint! Attack!"
At the command of the Lord of Plague, all the demons roared and rushed to the Mo family castle, covering up the sigh of the Lord of Plague. The sigh was very complicated, with disappointment, hatred, and a trace of inexplicable respect. (To be continued...)