The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 3334 Refining Wen Dan

As soon as this bright pill like the sun was revealed, the nearby dragons of the imperial clan showed strange expressions.

This is the famous ancestral medicine "Tianyang" of the imperial clan. It was more common in the imperial clan in the past, but the world has changed. The Dusk Fortress has repeatedly encountered disasters and had to consume divine medicines, resulting in the exhaustion of this type of ancestral medicine.

The Dusk Fortress can only refine the worst ancestral medicine now, because the divine materials needed for the top ancestral medicine have either been exhausted or have not grown to maturity.

The medicinal power of this Tianyang ancestral medicine is far superior to the Tianyang ancestral medicine of the past, and it exudes the aura of the ancestral treasure of medicine.

The ancestral treasure of medicine can not only preserve the ancestral medicine for tens of millions of years without decay, but also continuously improve the efficacy of the medicine.

The medicinal power of this Tianyang ancestral medicine is only three times that of the ordinary Tianyang ancestral medicine on the surface, but this Tianyang ancestral medicine can solve the injuries that the ordinary Tianyang ancestral medicine cannot solve.

The ancestral medicine just turned slightly, and the dissipated medicinal fragrance could heal the saints. This has reached the level of superior ancestral medicine, which is enough to help the peak saints heal a certain degree of injury.

"You seem to be in short supply of ancestral medicine?"

The ancestors and saints nodded vigorously.

Fang Yun waved his hand, and tens of thousands of great saints' divine medicines flew to the saints and ancestors. At the same time, hundreds of ancestral medicines flew to the saints present.

"To prevent accidents, these will be issued temporarily. After the war is over, they will be distributed separately."

The saints and ancestors of the Dusk Fortress burst into tears. These are life-saving things. If a saint can swallow such a Tianyang ancestral medicine when he is seriously injured, he can not only recover from his injuries, but even kill the enemy instead of being killed.

Fang Yun was about to lead the ancestors who followed him to the battlefield, and King Wen said: "Master, our injuries have healed and we can help you."

The new saints and ancestors behind Fang Yun were stunned for a moment, smiling, although they did not mean to laugh, but felt a little ridiculous.

They looked at the saints of the human race. There were only seven sub-saints and less than a hundred half-saints. With this kind of power, any ordinary saint ancestor could sweep away.

But strangely, the saints of the Dusk Fortress did not react to King Zhou Wen's words, as if King Zhou Wen really could do what he said.

Fang Yun hesitated for a moment, nodded, and said, "With you here, I am more confident."

The saints and ancestors who followed Fang Yun were confused. Fang Yun was a peak saint ancestor. Once he took action, let alone these people, even a hundred sub-saints would be insignificant. If he fought against the Supreme, let alone sub-saints, even a hundred saint ancestors below the peak, or even a thousand, would not have the slightest impact on the battle.

However, Fang Yun and the saints of the human race seemed to be completely unaware of this.

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he took out the Shushan body.

A very ordinary green mountain, covered with very ordinary green trees, with a very ordinary staircase leading directly to the top of the mountain, connecting to the very ordinary altar.

The moment the saints of the human race saw the Book Mountain, a look of pride flashed across their faces.

"Follow me!"

Fang Yun said, throwing the Book Mountain behind him, and a void gate appeared in front of him, and he stepped in.

At the same time, the hundred saints of the human race turned into streams of light, landed on the top of the Book Mountain, and followed Fang Yun into the void gate.

The Hell-Suppressing Evil Dragon and the Dragon-Eating Vine Ancestor followed in, and some great saints wanted to go in, but were stopped by Di Mo with a roll of his eyes.

"That is the battlefield outside the realm, only the saints can enter, all the great saints can only stay here to maintain the magic circle." Di Mo said.

An evil creature Great Saint said unconvincedly: "Even the half-saints of the human race can play, why can't we?"

Di Mo said helplessly: "If you can kill the peak Saint Ancestor, I will let you go."

"What? They can kill the peak Saint Ancestor?"

Di Yu smiled and said: "Under the leadership of Confucius, the saints of the human race formed the most magical ethnic group in the world. They fought hard with a peak Golden Ancestor and finally killed him. Which of your ethnic groups can do it?"

"How is it possible? No matter how strong they are, their combined strength should be limited."

"The human race is an exception. The holy ways of the saints of the human race can be continuously integrated, because each of them has learned the holy ways of others and exerted incredible power in battle." Di Yu said.

Many great saints still don't believe it.

Emperor Mo took out a mirror, threw it into the sky, and said, "This is the ancestral mirror we use to observe the battlefield. You will know it at a glance."

The saints hurriedly looked up at the ancestral mirror that began to grow larger. Soon, the ancestral mirror became as big as the sky. Then, the entire front became a three-dimensional screen, and the details of the battlefield were presented in front of the saints and ancestors.

They seemed to be watching in the battlefield.

Fang Yun was holding the Emperor God Tree and standing in the battlefield, like an ordinary person with no power, like an inconspicuous dust in the battlefield.

There were two giant shadows on his left and right sides.

The Dragon Slaying Platform was hanging above the head of the Hell Evil Dragon, and the Taiyuan Gate was hanging above the head of the Dragon Devouring Vine Ancestor.

Behind Fang Yun, the Book Mountain was suspended, and the Hundred Saints stood on the top of the mountain.

Behind Fang Yun were the sixteen saints who came with him.

The sixteen saints were both excited and worried, but the fighting spirit in their eyes was burning.

Fang Yun looked up and looked forward.

Here is the most marginal battlefield. Even so, there are thousands of saints fighting in front of him.

There are hundreds of Emperors and Dragons, and thousands of Golden Ancestors.

The "gold" in the Golden Clan and Golden Ancestors of the ancient times means metal, and these Golden Ancestors are all shining with golden light, as if cast in gold, and are also called Golden Ancestors.

Although these Golden Ancestors are holy ancestors, and their eyes also flash with spiritual light, they do not have the slightest breath of life, they are like a kind of clone or puppet.

Most of them are humanoid, but they have more heads, arms, legs, or bodies.

Other than that, they are no different from normal saints. They are also good at using combat skills and close combat. They have rich combat experience and magical means. They will retreat when seriously injured, and will perish together when they encounter a deadly dilemma.

Here is an infinite chaotic vacuum.

The space and void here have been completely destroyed, and even the holy way cannot be repaired in a short time.

When the saints who know the human race saw this scene, they suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the saints of the human race could fight to the peak together. It turned out that it was because of the chaotic vacuum that could infinitely temper their literary courage.

They realized that although it might take a great opportunity to break through to the fifth realm, the literary courage of Confucius must reach the fifth realm, and the literary courage of the other saints, even if not the fifth realm, has reached the peak of the fourth realm. And those who are older, because the literary courage has been tempered for too long, some characteristics of the literary courage will not even be weaker than those of ordinary fifth realms.

The literary courage of the fourth realm is immortal.

The fifth realm of literary courage, immortal forever.

They looked at the saints in the mountains of the human race. All the saints of the human race were calm and composed. They were obviously only half saints or great saints, but they were more calm than many saint ancestors.

"I admire you!"

The saints of other races felt inferior.

Since the death of the Saint of Luan Mang, Lang Kun has not spoken a word. She followed Fang Yun silently and looked at the ancestors.

When she saw this scene, she showed an indescribable excitement.