Negative Yue's body is huge, and a little blood is nothing, and the ancient demon is a well-known high-yield holy blood clan, but he can't stand too much bloodletting. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Ten breaths later, Negative Yue's body moved lightly, and the liquid high-temperature substance in the earth's core surged wildly, like countless volcanic eruptions, extremely terrifying, enough to easily destroy the emperor.

Fang Yun didn't run away, his eyebrows lit up instead, and then a scroll of ancient demons flew out and fell into Negative Yue's body.

Negative Yue straightened and trembled, and Fang Yun continued to suck blood.

After inhaling another ten breaths, Negative Yue's body trembled again, and even the entire Blood Mangling Continent was affected.

Fang Yun put away the spring and autumn pen.

Since the power of the Spring and Autumn Pen did not remain on the wound, it only took a blink of an eye for Negative Yue's body to heal.

The vibration in the center of the earth slowly calmed down, and Negative Yue continued to fall into dormancy and cultivation.

Fang Yun held the seashell swallow in his hand and glanced at the large amount of negative Yue's blood inside.

More than a thousand drops of holy blood!

For any family, a thousand drops of Holy Blood is an extremely large number.

The saints of the human race do not value the body, so the real holy blood is limited, and a clan like the ancient demon that dominates the world with its body can form a massive amount of holy blood.

Fang Yun looked at Negative Yue's neck again.

The bones and flesh of the saints can condense the holy jade, and if the bone strength is complete, the holy bones or holy relics will be formed.

"Thank you. ”

Fang Yun thanked Negative Yue, and his body quickly rose to the ground.

As soon as he returned to the Shengyuan Continent, Fang Yun received a message from the West Sacred Pavilion, and a long sky cracked cloud appeared on the Demon Realm Ten Thousand Death Mountain, which meant that the Burial Sacred Valley had been opened, but this was the most dangerous time, and only when the passage of the Burial Sacred Valley was stable could it be officially entered, and now the Holy Courtyard summoned all the human races who were about to go to the Burial Sacred Valley.

Fang Yun immediately arrived at the Holy Courtyard as fast as he could, heading to the West Holy Pavilion, encountering many great Confucians along the way.

The current generation of the human race is Liu Xian, and the elder of the West Saint Pavilion is Liu Sidao, the great Confucian of the Liu Sheng family.

Fang Yun and everyone entered the West Temple, and on the deepest futon in the hall, Liu Sidao was sitting.

Liu Sidao nodded lightly, which was considered a courtesy.

Fang Yun knew the temperament of this Liu Sidao, he was indifferent to fame and fortune, he didn't talk much, even if he was in charge of the West Saint Pavilion, he rarely interfered in various affairs, and the rest of the West Saint Pavilion was in charge, and he spent most of his time practicing.

The great Confucians present saluted with their eyes, did not speak, and sat on different futons.

Fang Yun walked to the first futon on the left and sat down majestically.

This was the first time Fang Yun had entered the main hall of the West Temple, and he looked at it secretly.

The four temples are the same, extremely simple, this west temple is a huge wooden hall, on the walls on both sides are two huge wood carvings, on the left side of the record of the deeds of Confucius, on the right side of the record of the deeds of the six sub-saints.

At the front of the main hall is a single letter.

At four o'clock, all things are born.

This is a sentence from Confucius.

Confucius said that he did not intend to say anything, and there was no need to say anything, so Zigong asked Confucius, "If you don't say anything, what can we disciples say?"

Kong Sheng said: "What did the Heavenly Dao say? The four seasons rotate as usual, and all things grow as before. Is it necessary for Heavenly Dao to say anything?"

The dialogue between Confucius and Zigong is only a few sentences, but it has been deeply studied by Confucian scholars throughout the ages, and there are still different views.

When Fang Yun saw these eight words, a realm suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, heaven and earth were moving, and all things were growing, and these eight big characters were placed above a realm, like the way of heaven hanging high, mysterious and unpredictable, as if everything in the world was contained in these eight words.

At the same time, a sense of pride rose in Fang Yun's heart, one day he would be like Kong Sheng, comparing himself to the way of heaven, like the way of heaven, without saying a word, but controlling everything.

These eight words were left by Kong Sheng's own handwriting.

Fang Yun took another look, and found that this character was very ordinary, he couldn't see any power, and he couldn't even sense anything special, as if it was a calligraphy and painting that could be seen everywhere on the stall.

Fang Yun looked at Liu Sidao, who was sitting under this painting, and it contrasted with this painting.

There are successive Great Confucian Temples in the West, but unlike ordinary meetings, the atmosphere of the hall is obviously too depressing.

Even when the House of Representatives was in session, this was not the case.

Fang Yun straightened up and sat upright, but in his heart he was thinking about going to the Burial Sacred Valley.

Due to the imminent approach of Wenquxing, the strength of the human race has increased greatly, and many scholars have broken through and promoted to Confucianism, which has skyrocketed the strength of the high-level human race.

The last time the Burial Sacred Valley was opened, the Terrans only sent fourteen Great Confucians, the main reason was that the Burial Sacred Valley was too dangerous, and the Terrans didn't want too many Great Confucians to lose it, but the fundamental reason was that the Terran Confucians were too few.

Today, the West Sacred Pavilion invited a full thirty-four Great Confucians.

From Wenqu Xingdong to the present, the total number of Terran Confucians has tripled!

Most of the great Confucians invited this time are people who have been promoted to great Confucians in recent years, and they have all crossed the new great Confucians, at least the great Confucians in the realm of self-cultivation, and have already mastered the power of the family and the country.

At this level, as long as he cultivates normally and completely masters his own strength, he is no longer comparable to ordinary Great Demon Kings of the same realm.

Once he has a family and a country, every Confucian has the strength to be close to the Great Demon King of the Holy Son, and the stronger one can compete with the Great Demon King of the Ancestral God Clan.

This is the case with the human race, the more profound the Holy Path, the stronger the power.

However, the number of Great Demon Kings and Barbarian Kings far exceeds that of the Great Confucians of the Terran race.

More and more Great Confucians entered, and after a short time, Fang Yun sensed that with Liu Sidao, there were already thirty-four Great Confucians seated in the main hall.

Among them, there are many acquaintances and even friends, such as the stupid Confucian Tian Songshi who met in the sea of learning, Zhao Jingkong, the beggar uncle of Jingguo, who listened to Lei Daru Yehongyu, and Meng Jingye, who fought side by side with the Ten Cold Ancient Lands in the blood world......

In addition, Fang Yun also saw a few people he didn't want to see.

Lei Konghe, the current head of the Lei family, Confucianism Wenxiong of the Zong family, and Weng Shi of the Weng family.

Time passed slowly, and just as the West Temple was about to close, a purple-robed figure stepped into the main hall.

No one spoke, but Fang Yun felt the air seem to vibrate.

Fang Yun didn't look back, but he knew that the person who came was the Terran writer Yi Zhishi.

Suddenly, the air in the main hall froze.

There can only be one first here.

Many great Confucians frowned slightly, looked at Fang Yun who was sitting, and looked at Yi Zhishi, who had just entered the main hall, and didn't know what to do.

Yi knows the world like a young man, without a trace of wrinkles, and the black hair of a shawl is naturally scattered, like a pitch-black waterfall, and like black silk swinging.

Only the temples are like silver.

Suddenly, there was a slight commotion in the main hall, and everyone looked under Yi Zhishi's robe.

Yi Zhishi was barefoot and did not wear shoes.

The feet were dirty, covered in dust.

The eyes of many great Confucians flashed with brilliance.

Walking barefoot and staining all the dust.

When all the dust is gone, there is no dirt and no defilement, and the feet are like jade, then you will step into the holy path.

"Hoo ......"

Many great Confucians breathed a sigh of relief, which means that Yi Zhishi began to take the last step of being a writer, and has officially walked towards the holy path, and if nothing else, he will definitely be canonized in the end.

At four o'clock, all things are born.

In front of these eight words, no matter what happened to the Confucians, no one spoke.

There are more than 100 futons, and there are 35 people.

The first on the left is Fang Yun.

Yi Zhishi glanced at the audience, with a faint smile on his face, slowly walked to the first futon on the right, and sat down.

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