Chapter 2103

Negative Yue's body is huge. It's nothing to have less blood. Moreover, the ancient demon is a famous Holy Blood high-yield family, but he can't stand bleeding too much.

After ten breaths, negative Yue's body moved slightly, and the liquid high-temperature material in the earth's core surged wildly, just like countless volcanic eruptions, which was extremely terrible, enough to easily destroy the emperor.

Fang Yun didn't escape, but his eyebrows lit up. Then he flew out of an ancient demon picture and fell into the body of negative Yue.

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

After ten more breaths, negative Yue's body trembled again, and even the whole blood mang continent was affected.

Fang Yun put away the spring and autumn pen.

Because the power of the spring and autumn pen did not remain on the wound, negative Yue's body healed in the blink of an eye.

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

Fang Yun took a look at a large amount of negative Yue's blood in the swallow seashell.

More than a thousand drops of holy blood!

For any aristocratic family, thousands of drops of holy blood are an extremely huge number.

The saints of the human race do not attach importance to the body, so the real holy blood is limited. For a family like the ancient demons who use their body to cross the world, they can form a large amount of holy blood.

Fang Yun looked at negative Yue's neck again.

The muscles, bones and flesh of all saints can condense holy jade. If the bone strength is complete, it will form holy bones or holy skeletons.

"Thank you."

Fang Yun thanked negative Yue and quickly rose to the ground.

Upon returning to the Shengyuan continent, Fang Yun received a letter from the Western holy Pavilion. A long sky crack cloud appeared on the Wanwu mountain in the demon world, which means that the burial holy Valley has been opened, but this is the most dangerous time. Only when the channel of the burial holy Valley is stable can he officially enter. Now the holy courtyard calls all Terrans who are about to go to the burial holy valley.

Fang Yun immediately arrived at the holy courtyard as soon as possible and went to the West holy Pavilion. He met many great scholars on the way.

The West saint of the Terran is Liu Xie, and the elder of the West Saint Pavilion is Liu Sidao, a great scholar of the Liu Saint family.

Fang Yun and the crowd entered the West Temple. Liu Sidao was sitting on the deepest Futon in the temple.

Liu Sidao nodded gently as a gift.

Fang Yun knows Liu Sidao's temperament, indifferent to fame and wealth, and few words. Even if he is in charge of the Xisheng Pavilion, he rarely interferes in various affairs. The rest of the Xisheng pavilion are responsible for it. He spends 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 magnificently.

Fang Yun entered the main hall of the West Temple for the first time and looked at it secretly.

The four palaces are the same and extremely simple. The West Temple is a huge wooden hall. On the walls on both sides are two pairs of huge wood carvings. The deeds of Kong Sheng are recorded on the left and the deeds of six Asian saints are recorded on the right.

In the front of the main hall, only one word hung.

When four seasons travel, all things grow.

This is a word of Kong Sheng.

Confucius said that he didn't intend to say anything, and there was no need to say anything, so Zigong asked Confucius, "if you don't say anything, what can our disciples tell?"

Kong Sheng said, "what does the way of heaven say? The four seasons rotate as usual, and everything grows as before. Is it necessary for the way of heaven to say anything?"

The dialogue between Kong Sheng and Zi Gong is only a few sentences, but it has been deeply studied by scholars of Confucian dynasties. So far, there are different views.

When Fang Yun saw these eight characters, a boundary appeared in front of his eyes. Heaven and earth operated and everything grew. These eight characters were placed on the same boundary, like the way of heaven hanging high and mysterious, as if everything in the world was contained in these eight characters.

At the same time, Fang Yun has a sense of pride in his heart. One day, he will be like Kong Sheng, compare himself to the way of heaven, like the way of heaven, say nothing, but control everything.

These eight words were written by Kong Sheng.

Fang Yun took another look and found that the word was very common. He could not see any power or even feel anything special. It seemed to be a calligraphy and painting that could be seen everywhere on the stall.

Fang Yun looked at Liu Sidao sitting under this picture, which contrasted with this picture.

One after another, there are great Confucianism today's western temple, but unlike ordinary meetings, the atmosphere in the hall is obviously too depressed.

Even when the public debate was held, this was not the case.

Fang Yun sat upright, but he was thinking about going to the holy valley.

Due to the approaching Wenqu star, the strength of the Terran has increased greatly. Many great scholars have made breakthroughs and promoted to great Confucianism, which has greatly increased the strength of the high-level Terran.

The last time the holy burial valley was opened, the Terran only sent 14 great Confucianism. The main reason is that the holy burial Valley is too dangerous. The Terran doesn't want too many great Confucianism to damage it, but the fundamental reason is that there are too few great Confucianism in the Terran.

Today, the Xisheng Pavilion invited 34 great scholars.

From Wenqu Xingdong to now, the total number of Terran scholars has tripled!

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

At this level, as long as they practice normally and master their own strength thoroughly, they are no longer comparable to ordinary big demon kings in the same realm.

Once you have a family, a country and a world, every great Confucian has the strength to be close to the great demon king of the son of God, and the stronger one can be comparable to the great demon king of the ancestral God family.

The Terran is like this. The deeper the holy way is, the stronger the power is.

However, the number of big demon king and big man king far exceeds that of the great Confucian of the Terran.

More and more great Confucians came in. Soon, Fang Yun felt that with Liu Sidao, 34 great Confucians had taken their seats in the hall.

Among them, there are many acquaintances and even friends. Tian Songshi, a stupid scholar who met in the sea of learning, Zhao Jingkong, the beggar uncle of Jingguo, is in the column. Listening to Lei Daru's night Hongyu, Meng Jingye, who fought side by side with the Shihan ancient land in the blood world, is in the column

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

Lei konghe, the current leader of the Lei family, Zong Wenxiong, the great Confucian of the Weng family, and Weng Shi, the great Confucian of the Weng family.

Time passed slowly. When the West Temple was about to close, a figure in a purple robe entered the main hall.

No one spoke, but Fang Yun felt the air seemed to shake.

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

Suddenly, the air in the main hall solidified.

There can only be one first.

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

Clothes know that the world is like a young man without any wrinkles. A shawl and black hair naturally scatter, like a dark waterfall and black silk.

Only the temples are like silver.

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

Clothes know the world, barefoot, no shoes.

The feet were dirty and covered with dust.

In the eyes of many great Confucians, there was a flash of brilliance.

Walk barefoot and dye all the dust.

When all the dust is eliminated, there is no dirt and filth, and your feet are like jade, you will step into the holy way.

"Hoo..."

Many great scholars breathed a sigh of relief, which means that Yi Zhishi began the last step of being a literary hero and has officially moved towards the holy way. If there is no accident, he must be canonized in the end.

When four seasons travel, all things grow.

In front of these eight words, no matter what the great Confucians have in mind, no one speaks.

There are thirty-five people with more than a hundred futons.

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 on the right and sat down.

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