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In the Jinshi hunting ground, the battlefield was in shambles.

All the demons fled frantically, but only the Thunder Gravel, the master of the plague, stood still.

Multiple plague blades swept past him, but the thunderbolt was unscathed.

After Fang Yun finished killing the demon barbarian, he quietly looked at "Lei Li", because he knew very well that the battle was not over.

Those demons who were killed by the Plague Giant Knife can also turn into Plague Corpses!

All the jinshi were elated, and Fang Yun said: "The battle is not over yet, everyone is doing their best to meditate and restore their talents." ”

After speaking, Fang Yun sat back on the Zhengxin seat and continued to recite "Spring and Autumn" silently to restore his talent.

The rest of the people immediately took action, the newly promoted jinshi was on alert, and the rest of the jinshi were meditating.

A dark green line appeared on Lei Li's forehead, and all the human races and demon barbarians who looked at Lei Lil were dizzy the moment they saw the holy pattern.

"Wow......" More than 50 jinshi who were in charge of vigilance vomited, and the things that spit out turned out to be green insects.

Zhang Zilong also glanced at Lei Li, but there was nothing unusual, and then shouted: "Don't go to see Lei Lil! That's the Holy Pattern, you don't have the protection of the power of the Dao of Medicine, even if you just look at it, your body will get sick!

Many Jinshi who practiced the way of medicine took out medical books one after another, treated those who were sick, and threw the filth outside the Mojia castle.

Lei Li sat on top of the pony, his eyes filled with endless anger, but a strange smile appeared on his face.

"It's worthy of the first day of the human race, after this saint exhausted your talents, I thought that I could use the plague cloud to kill all of you, but who knew that the success fell short! It's a pity that the barbarian saint didn't expect it. You will know my existence in advance, and decisively go to the demon mountain to kill me, forcing this saint to mobilize a large army to besiege and kill you. You have set this saint back, but it won't happen again!"

Subsequently, when all the Jinshi saw the spectacular scene, they saw countless demon barbarians who had died in battle swaying, except for those demon barbarian corpses that were burned by the flames, whether they were killed by the war poems or the demon barbarians who were killed by the rest of the plague giant knives, all began to gather towards the Mo family fortress.

"The Holy Venerable is invincible!" a demon marquis couldn't help but shout loudly.

"The demon world will win!" shouted the demon barbarians, who were like lost dogs.

"Let's go, we're following these plague corpses. Never miss a person!" a wolf demon kept dripping saliva from his mouth.

On the Mojia Castle, except for Fang Yun, all the Jinshi stopped meditating.

Zhang Zilong sighed: "The new plague corpse soldiers are no less than 400,000, and I will have to wait at least until I am a university scholar to have the means to completely eliminate the power of these plague corpse soldiers." ”

"I can't do anything even if I sacrifice, I'm sorry. Hua Yuqing sighed.

Sun Renbing said: "It's not for nothing, but it can't." We...... Even the most basic talent is insufficient, even if the ancestor Sun Sheng personally commands, he will definitely be defeated. ”

"Brother Shouyu, do you have any other plans?"

Ji Shouyu said slowly: "From the beginning. I have a lot of things I haven't said, and right now, I'm not going to say them. ”

The Jinshi were stunned for a moment, and then recalled all the things that Ji Shouyu had shown before. Originally, Ji Shouyu did not have any hope of victory from beginning to end, and it must have been that he realized that this battle could not be won through the Book of Changes.

"Is there really no way around it?"

Ji Shouyu looked at the "Thunder Gravel" and said slowly: "These demons are not terrible, what is really terrible is the clone of the Lord of the Plague." The Lord of the Plague was defeated to us in battle. But won on the whole. Because even if we kill the Demon Mountain, we will be greeted by the Lord of the Plague that we will never be able to defeat. We can't even get within a mile of his clone. ”

Fang Yun is single-minded, only then does he understand. The Lord of the Plague has been invincible, and in the words of later generations, the Lord of the Plague has lost tactically, but has won strategically.

There are too many factors needed for the Terran to win, but what the Lord of the Plague needs is simple, time, as long as it can delay time, victory belongs to him.

Kong Detian said: "We have fought with the demon saint clone to this extent, even if we die, there is no need to be depressed. We did our best. ”

"Yes, I still have some talent, and I want to kill some more plague corpse soldiers before I die. Fang Xuan Saint, how much Holy Blood do you have there?"

Fang Yun said: "Thanks to the generous gifts of the Holy Family, there are two drops of the blood of the Half-Saint of the Human Race, and twenty-four drops of the blood of the Demon Saint Barbarian Saint. Enough is enough to kill these plague corpses. ”

"What do you mean by that?"

Everyone was puzzled.

Fang Yun smiled indifferently, and took out a bottle containing the breath of the Holy Dao and a holy page from the drinking Jiangbei, and said, "No matter what, I am also a poet ancestor. The reason why I calculated the Lord of the Plague and let him release the Plague Cloud is because, if he retains his strength, I will not be able to kill these plague corpses. ”

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he dripped the golden Demon Saint Holy Blood in the bottle onto the Holy Page.

The holy page immediately absorbed the power of the entire drop of holy blood, and quickly turned from pale gold to golden yellow, and at the same time, the paper vibrated slightly, making a strange sound, as if it had life.

Waves of strange Holy Dao power spread in all directions, this power was not very lethal, but it formed a great majesty, making it difficult for those plague corpse soldiers to walk, and they walked extremely slowly.

The demon barbarians and demon marquis who originally wanted to take advantage of the fire to rob were frightened and hesitated.

Fang Yun dipped himself in thick ink and slowly wrote the poem "Jing Volcano" written by his grandmother who had killed the tree demon in the book mountain.

"The red flame burns the clouds, and the hot atmosphere is steaming. The ground cracks and the red pulp flows, and it moves for hundreds of miles. I don't know the yin and yang charcoal, why burn the ...... alone"

The black ink fell on the golden page, but instead of black, the words were red.

Instead of ink writing, the pages appear in strange magma-like writing.

Every time a magma text appeared, Fang Yun's surroundings became hotter, and when Fang Yun finished writing the first sentence, the surrounding heat wave hit his face, and all the Jinshi instinctively retreated.

The Jinshi retreated and looked at Fang Yun with a dazed look in their eyes, because the Fang Yun in their eyes had disappeared, and now it seemed that a huge volcano was being nurtured there.

It was as if the earth was about to crack and the world would be covered with flames.

At the moment when Fang Yun finished writing the full text of "The Scripture of the Volcano", a phantom of a half-saint of the Tiger Clan appeared behind him, and the phantom howled in the sky, forming a great coercion.

The surrounding Terran Jinshi were better, and those demons knelt on the ground one after another, trembling.

The phantom of the Tiger Saint turned into a ball of firelight and merged into the holy page, adding an extra layer of holy blood treasure light, so that this song "Sutra Volcano", which originally only had the level of one realm, directly gained the power of the second realm, and there seemed to be nothing unusual other than that.

War poems can exert their power without passing through the holy page, but non-war poems need to use the holy page as the carrier to turn fiction into reality and form a power that is no different from war poetry.

Among the four wonders of the study, the true power of the sacred page is to turn the virtual into the real.

No one saw that a clear light suddenly appeared in the back of Fang Yun's head, and that clear light was like the first ray of light when the chaos of all worlds and the beginning of heaven and earth opened, enlightening all beings and educating all spirits.

Then, a three-legged and two-eared bronze tripod flew up from the clear light and was suspended in mid-air.

On the front of the bronze tripod, the word "poem" is written in oracle bone inscription.

"...... Sonor"

A crisp but peculiar texture of the metal sound from the poem, instantly spread throughout the entire deserted city and ancient land!(A good activity for pie in the sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you to take!Pay attention to the ~ 點/Chinese network public account (WeChat add friends - add public account - enter ddxiaoshuo), participate immediately! Everyone has a prize, now immediately pay attention to ddxiaoshuo WeChat public account!) (to be continued......)