Over seventy scholars and five Hanlin scholars walked together and soon, they arrived at the entrance of the Sin Suppression Hall. Here they were.
The road in front of them was paved with white hard stones. It was square, and there were mighty war statues on both sides of the road. The eyes of each black war statue were emitting a bright red light, staring at everyone in front of them.
Wei Huang 'an said, "All scholars, summon five thousand soldiers. Hanlin scholars, summon one thousand. Let's proceed according to the plan we discussed earlier!"
All the scholars picked up their brushes and started writing. The place where they were standing flickered with light and all kinds of strange sounds could be heard. Then, groups of soldiers appeared in front of them.
Finally, over three hundred and fifty thousand semi-transparent soldiers were gathered together. It was a magnificent sight. These soldiers were of different shapes and sizes, but the weakest of them was a Monster General of the Saint Race. The stronger ones were even comparable to Monster Overlords.
A few of them were even at the level of ordinary Monster Kings, which shocked the Monster Kings in the distance.
Wei Huang 'an said, "Can the three scholars please use their Wen Xin's' Give an inch, and take a mile 'to increase the strength of these three hundred thousand soldiers!"
The three scholars, who had the heart to push their luck, performed the poem Chang Wu first. Then, three streams of light fell on the fifty thousand soldiers. Then, all the soldiers expanded in size, and their strength was significantly improved.
Many scholars of the Bloodmang Ancient Lands were envious.
Wei Huang 'an said, "I really envy the scholars of Saint Yuan Continent. They have more chances to obtain Literary Heart than us. This Literary Heart can increase the strength of the Zhuang Xuan poem. If this Literary Heart can be popularized, the human race will be invincible! "
Xiong Sha, the Monster King who was scared away by Fang Yun's Saint Page, said sarcastically, "You humans have a strong Literary Heart. What about us monsters? Dream on! Stop talking nonsense and go in. "After saying that, he glared fiercely at Fang Yun.
No one cared about him. The three scholars with the Literary Heart used the Zhuang Xuan poem, "Chang Wu", many times to increase the strength of the three hundred thousand soldiers.
However, this was not the end. The three scholars continued to use the Hanlin Scholars' Protective Poem, "Armor". Every soldier had an additional layer of transparent armor on their bodies, which possessed a powerful defensive power.
Looking at the majestic soldiers in front of him, Yun Zhaochen said softly, "These four hundred thousand soldiers are enough to slaughter millions of demons and barbarians below the Daemon King level! What a pity. Apart from the Borderline Mountain, there weren't many places where one could witness the magnificent scene of more than seventy Grand Scholars fighting together. This is the first time this has happened in the Bloodshine Ancient Land, right? "
"Wei Huang 'an is right. I'm starting to envy the scholars of Saint Origin Continent." Ye Fangge said.
Tan Hemu whispered, "Do you think it's possible for our Bloodawn Ancient Land to disperse the bloody light? Everyone is like the humans in the Saint Yuan Continent? "
"Disperse the blood light? Not even Half-saint could do that! Unless we can get rid of the source of the Blood Light first, and then a big shot recognized by all the Divine Temples appears and mobilizes the power of all the Divine Temples, we can probably get rid of the Blood Light, and finally mobilize the power to slaughter all the Demon Bears, "Qiu Meng said.
Lian Pingchao sneered, "Only the Lord of Blood Light can do that! The Lord of Blood Light will be recognized by the Bloodshine Ancient Land, and all the Divine Temples will be under his control. His words in the Bloodshine Ancient Land are sacred words, the truth, and the Heavenly Dao. We don't even know how to become the Lord of Blood Light. Let's not talk about this anymore. "
"Prepare for battle!" Yun Zhaochen interrupted them.
Everyone shut their mouths.
Under Wei Huang 'an's command, the three hundred thousand powerful Battle Poetry Soldiers surged onto the main road like a tidal wave, forming a' human 'character. Everyone was in the middle of the' human 'character, protected by the Battle Poetry Soldiers.
Before the two battle statues could attack, their knee joints had been destroyed by the dense battle poets. They then fell to the ground. Closely after that, those battle poets ran over the two battle statues like ants and destroyed all their joints.
In just a few breaths, the two war statues were destroyed.
All the soldiers ran like crazy. And all the scholars also rode forward on the War Poem Dragon Maja.
The black mass of soldiers surged forward like a tide, and every scholar was like a small boat being pushed by the wind and waves.
The seventy-plus scholars were not idle. They either used words to destroy the war statues or used war poems to delay or attack. The nearby war statues could not surround them and were separated by the soldiers.
At first, the scholars were successful, but when the war statues in front of them approached, the situation became grim.
More than eight hundred stone statues surrounded them, and eight golden-armored great demon kings were at the front.
The eight golden-armored great demon kings raised their right feet and stomped down heavily.
Eight layers of white airwaves swept past the nearby generals and soldiers.
Bang, bang, bang …
Continuous explosions rang out. The hundred thousand soldiers were completely destroyed!
Many people were shocked. The demon king war statues made them underestimate the power of the war statues, but the golden-armored war statues made them understand that no matter how weak they were, they still had the power of a great demon king!
Just one stomp was enough to destroy one-third of the soldiers. If the power of that stomp was near the scholars, which scholar could defend against such an attack?
Wei Huangan said loudly, "Literary friends of the three great secondary saint families, the golden-armored war statues are in your hands."
Three drops of golden pearl-like Saint blood floated in midair, and three types of Half-saint auras instantly spread across several kilometers.
The hundreds of war statues froze, and even the eight golden-armored war statues slowed down.
Not only were there three drops of Saint blood, but there were also three Saint pages.
The scholars of the three Half-saint families wrote poems to stop the enemy!
The Saint pages in front of the three scholars were glowing with a powerful aura, causing everyone's clothes to flutter.
The Saint blood and the Saint pages fused!
Three majestic translucent mountains landed in front of them!
There was a slight change in Fang Yun's expression because there was a poem that he had written during the Ten Nations Grand Tournament called "Lu Mountain Layout".
It looks like a mountain range from the side,
It's different from the distance,
I don't know the true face of Mount Lu,
I'm only fated to be in this mountain.
The poem to stop the enemy was different from other war poems in that it was not affected much by the author's position. The stronger the strength, the better the poem, and the better the effect of stopping the enemy.
As soon as the three mountains landed, they blocked the eight golden-armored war statues and the 500-odd demon king war statues.
The 500-odd demon king war statues were like headless flies that were crawling around randomly on the mountain, but the eight golden-armored war statues were different.
They actually used all their strength to attack and stop the mountain of poems, causing rumbling sounds to be produced, causing the mountain of poems to shake continuously.
However, the three mountains of poems had been strengthened by the power of the Saint blood, and although the realm had only increased by one level, the sturdiness had increased by more than a hundred times.
"Unfortunately, without becoming a great scholar, it's difficult to write a poem to stop the enemy. If we can form a poem to stop the enemy, it would be easier to trap these war statues! "A scholar sighed softly.
There were less than 300 war statues outside the mountain of poems, which was not a problem for the 70-odd scholars. The remaining soldiers easily stopped the 200-odd war statues. Everyone quickly rushed into the mountain of poems and then ran in a straight line in the translucent mountain of poems, rushing straight to the door of the main hall.
However, no one looked happy and instead, became even more nervous.
Whoosh …
With a soft sound, all the war statues instantly moved to their original positions.
The mountain of poems had failed.
(To be continued.)
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