Fang Yun used his divine thoughts to control the flow of the flow, and at the same time sensed the ability of the flow, and he was very satisfied in his heart.

The current is very powerful, except for the great drop in strength in the sea, it is extremely strong in any environment.

Historically, the three demi-saints of the Xingliu clan intercepted hundreds of millions of demon barbarian armies in the Holy Bone Desert, firmly resisting ten times the number of demon barbarian demi-saints for twelve days, and finally waited for reinforcements to defeat the enemy.

Although the current Xingliu is not as flexible as when he was alive, because of the large amount of holy temperature nourishment, the body is still above the heyday, but there are several special talents that cannot be used, however, the strongest talent of the Xingliu clan incarnates the galaxy still exists in this spirit body, but the strength will be greatly weakened every time it is used.

Fang Yun took a drop of flowing blood and sent it to the Ancient Demon Table, and there was an extra statue of the Ancient Demon Table.

A strange power was released outside the ancient demon platform, connecting Fang Yun's Wen Palace and Xingliu, making the spirit of the emperor in Xingliu a little more agile.

The flow flowed through the woods like a small river, and there was nothing unusual in its passing, the grass and trees did not break, the leaves did not fall, as if nothing had happened, but after a hundred breaths, all the grass and trees in the place showed the slightest signs of withering.

The flow absorbs some of the moisture and vitality in the area it passes.

The ancient demon buried a total of ten emperor spirit remains in the Blue Earth Mountain Range, Fang Yun drove the flow to find them one by one, and in the end found nothing, and the rest of the spirit remains either disappeared, or were so mutilated that they could not be called spirit remains, which could only be regarded as wreckage.

"One is enough!"

In the midst of the blue mountains, a stream of water traveled through the trees at great speed, quickly leaving the blue earth mountains and reaching the normal black fertile soil.

Xingliu's body changes rapidly, and the color of the whole body is similar to that of the fertile soil.

Fang Yun sat firmly in the Wuhou car, holding the moon tree fruit core, thinking in his heart, whether to find a way to go to a fierce tree tribe and absorb a fierce tree map.

"That Black Panther Great Demon King is very powerful, he can actually enter the center of the Fierce Tree Diagram, with Xingliu, I can also do it, but I must use the Incarnate Galaxy, which means that I have no more strength left to destroy the Demon Barbarian's sacrificial blood tree. There should be no confusion as to which is more important. ”

Fang Yun shook his head slightly, vetoing the idea of using the Moon Tree Kernel to ingest the Murder Tree Diagram, and went straight to the Blood Tree.

The Burial Sacred Valley is changing rapidly, and the war on the mountains of the two realms is boiling.

The demon world finally couldn't hold it back, and dispatched the Great Demon King, and the Great Confucian of the Terran also began to take action, and the realm of the flat world or the stronger Confucianism became the core of the Terran, showing the power of the flat world, opening the world, and launching a defense.

In the sky, countless lights flickered, and above the city wall, shouting and killing soared to the sky.

Wei Huangan's hair was white, his purple clothes were broken, his whole body was covered in blood, and he was lying on a stretcher.

Carrying the stretcher were two men and two women from the wartime ambulance station, and according to Fang Yun's name, all four of them belonged to the ambulance soldiers, and were referred to as nurses in the army.

The four nurses carefully carried the lifeless Confucian for fear of accidentally falling. On the side of the stretcher, there was also a doctor who stared at Wei Huang'an tightly, his eyes full of regret.

Wei Huang'an fought repeatedly, and used the life-consuming "Crossing Zero Ding Yang" many times, and strengthened his own war poems with the power of "no one has died since ancient times, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat and youth", and saved many people.

Now, Wei Huang'an has been hit hard, and his life is short, even if he is a half-saint, he has no power to return to the sky.

Wherever the stretcher passed, nearby officers and soldiers and scholars all showed admiration.

Feeling the eyes of those people, Wei Huangan breathed a sigh of relief.

At the beginning of the war between the Two Realms Mountain, he took the initiative to ask for orders to rush to the battlefield, and now, he has fulfilled his wish.

Wei Huang'an knows one thing very well, even if there is Fang Yun, the Blood Realm is not as safe as a rock, and the peace of the human race is never spoken, but killed.

The Terrans respect Fang Yun, but they don't value the scholars in the Blood Realm.

Therefore, Wei Huangan chose a desperate path and used his own blood to gain the respect of the human race for the blood world.

Wei Huangan only felt that his whole body was broken, and he opened his eyes slightly with difficulty, looking at the battlefield at the head of the mountain city of the Two Realms.

Recently, there are eight translucent peaks of different heights and shapes standing in the sky, and on each peak, there is a great Confucian, and the highest peak in the center is like a shrunken Mount Tai, and there is a great Confucian in the realm of the world standing on it.

The eight peaks are all in one, all of them are in the home country of the great Confucian who is in the realm of the world, and even if they are besieged by dozens of demon kings, they will not fall.

In addition, there are visions everywhere else, and the country and the world have become the absolute main force on the battlefield.

Wei Huangan slowly closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "I can't do it anymore, go and get me a big Confucian treasure embryo, preferably a brush." Want...... Fast. After speaking, Wei Huangan breathed heavily.

The doctor on the side of the stretcher looked sad and reluctantly passed the book.

The four of them carried Wei Huangan to the elevator of the city wall, slowly descended, and after a while, the elevator descended to the ground, and the four people carried the stretcher out, followed by the doctor Jinshi.

A depressed Confucian with two jinshi was already standing in front of the door, looking at Wei Huang'an with a sad face.

Wei Huangan opened his eyes, but grinned and slowly opened his hand.

The great Confucian nodded slightly, took out a pitch-black brush from Hanhu Bei, held it with both hands, and respectfully handed it to Wei Huang'an, even though he was already a great Confucian in the four realms, and Wei Huang'an was just a realm of self-cultivation.

"The Terrans are immortal. ”

Wei Huangan said in a low voice, grasped the Wenbao pen, slowly closed his eyes, sent his talent into the brush, and formed his favorite Confucian war poem "Open Heaven Yin".

People passing by nearby bowed their heads slightly as a sign of respect.

The reason why scholars are stronger and longer than ordinary people is because of the power of talent, and the talent is injected into the object to form a treasure, which consumes the source of talent, and from then on, the talent in the palace is exhausted, and the palace will soon collapse, and the person will quickly age and weaken and finally die.

A person as seriously injured as Wei Huang'an, once the war poem is sealed into Wenbao, he will die immediately.

Such scenes occur almost every day.

Several scholars who had fought with Wei Huangan shed tears, Wei Huangan was one of the most heroic and selfless scholars they had ever seen, so they all secretly swore in their hearts that they would go to the list tonight to publicize Wei Huangan's deeds and let the human race remember this hero.

After a while, the brush suddenly emitted a white light, shining on the world within a hundred zhang, and everyone felt warm.

The white light immediately converged and entered the formed Wenbao pen.

Wei Huangan smiled at the corner of his mouth and slowly let go of his hand.

A new Great Confucian treasure pen appeared in his hand, inheriting his strength and his spirit.

The Great Confucian on the side took out a clean white cloth with a heavy heart, enveloped Wei Huang'an, and solemnly took away the new Great Confucian pen.

This great Confucian held the Wenbao pen in both hands, took a deep breath, bowed his head slightly, and softly recited Tao Yuanming's famous poem "Elegy".

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