At the same time, the Martial Temple Literary Platform in Fang Yun's Literature Palace moved slightly. Surrounded by the clear air, it rushed out and shone brightly.
On the Learning Sea Platform that had appeared a long time ago, all kinds of Wenxin Fish jumped onto the Saint Page like dumplings. There were even extremely rare Wenxin Fish that appeared, repeating the same trick.
The Mist Butterfly that was attached to Fang Yun's body flapped its wings. The power of the weak water and the strange wind in its body seemed to be endlessly injected into the Holy Page. Finally, the Mist Butterfly exhausted its power and fell into a slumber.
The Ink Tortoise looked at the treasure light and drooled. However, it did not dare to move.
The Ink Lady looked at the Holy Page with admiration and infatuation.
This battle poem caused a huge star to appear in Fang Yun's Literature Palace. At the side, a similar but smaller star suddenly trembled slightly and formed a strange resonance. The smaller star in the Literature Palace suddenly became bigger.
The growing star represented the Imperial Scholar Sword Poem "Dragon Sword Poem". Now, under the influence of the second Poem Ancestor Star, it was promoted to Hanlin. This meant that this poem would also become a Double Literature Battle Poem. When used during Imperial Scholar, it would have the power of Imperial Scholar Battle Poem. When used during Hanlin, it would have the power of Hanlin Battle Poem.
This poem had reached the third realm in Fang Yun's hands. Originally, it could only summon the Grand Scholar's Imitation Sword. However, from today onwards, the Imitation Sword summoned by Fang Yun would have the same power as the original, becoming the Great Scholar's Imitation Sword.
When the Holy Page was about to burn and form its power, Fang Yun's Literature Palace trembled slightly. The Literary Gallbladder flashed and endless power of Literary Gallbladder poured into the Holy Page.
Dream of Blowing the Horn Encampment. Just like the dream of Iron Horse Glacier, it triggered a rare power of literary courage. It added a spiritual attack to this battle poem, which had a strong restraint against many enemies.
As the Holy Page burned, a clear sky suddenly appeared behind Fang Yun. Above the clear sky, black shadows were like clouds. Upon closer inspection, it was actually an endless army of war spirits.
The three Great Scholars widened their eyes. They were all shocked by this vision.
Finally, the battle poem was formed.
The War Spirits in the clear sky all landed on the ground, and the army camp on the ground stretched for hundreds of li. All kinds of soldiers poured out from the camp continuously. There were cavalry, archers, shield and spear soldiers, blade wielders, heavy armored soldiers, and even scholars!
For every ten ordinary soldiers, there would be one Xiucai. For every one hundred ordinary soldiers, there would be one Juren. And so on. For every one thousand soldiers, there would be a Jinshi. For every ten thousand soldiers, there would be a Hanlin Academy. For every hundred thousand soldiers, there would be a Grand Scholar.
Not only were there people in the camp, but there were also all kinds of powerful mechanisms such as Zhuge Repeating Crossbows, Flaming Rocks, Battering Rams, and so on.
In the blink of an eye, an army of 100,000 that was strong enough to deal with any battle was lined up in formation. The leading Grand Scholar General was actually writing war poems to support the army.
The Wanmin Literary Platform silently rose up. A total of 100,000 human figures flew out from the platform and landed on each of the soldiers. A layer of faint radiance appeared on each of the soldiers.
The Martial Temple Literary Platform's radiance spread out and landed on the soldiers. All of them were supported by the 《Rivers Run Red》. Moreover, the powerful Martial Temple Literary Platform became the command hub of the battle. At the cost of exhausting Fang Yun's talent, it commanded the battle. The effect was similar to the Great Scholars of the Human Race!
In the sky above the camp, the golden energy of decay and the power of the stars continuously descended, causing the strength of all the soldiers to increase dramatically.
Under the support of such powerful energy, even the weakest soldier's body was equivalent to a Demonic Commander!
Soon after, a shocking scene appeared. An army of 100,000 appeared behind Fang Yun in an instant. Like a torrential flood, like a broken dam, they rushed straight towards the Ox Emperor's corpse.
However, this was not the end, because the power of Wen Xin's old trick was stimulated.
Fang Yun's Hundred Mile Barracks seemed to be in an independent world. Another Hundred Mile Barracks appeared on the right side of the barracks, forming a new small world.
The same power as the previous battle poem was also present in the battle poem, but its power was only weakened by 30%.
Therefore, not long after the army of 100,000 rushed out, a new army of 100,000 that was slightly weaker rushed out. They were also led by the Great Scholars of the Military School, and they were also under the command of the Martial Temple Literary Platform.
The Ox Emperor's corpse was originally extremely vigilant, but when it saw that it was just some ordinary soldiers, it felt as if it had been deceived. It flew into a rage out of humiliation. It suddenly raised both of its hooves and stomped down heavily.
A white airwave swept out in all directions. The treasure pavilions within a radius of several thousand feet were all within the attack range.
Everyone thought that it would be the same as before. When the Emperor made his move, any soldier would be instantly destroyed. However, a strange scene appeared.
The shieldbearers at the front of the army of 100,000 raised their large shields one after another, while the mechanisms at the back frantically attacked to weaken the airwave. The scholars in the army also did their best to support the war poems.
The Martial Temple Literary Platform flickered with light. The 200,000 soldiers that were originally in a charging formation instantly formed a defensive circular formation. They condensed the true power of the Military School, and a powerful army spirit on the battlefield quietly formed.
This was not only the Qi of Heaven and Earth, but also the 200,000 living human soldiers.
They had the faith of the people and the heart of the war soul.
With the army spirit, they were invincible!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Emperor's airwave pressed down on the 200,000 soldiers like a tsunami.
Ninety percent of the 100,000 soldiers that were formed by the same trick were instantly destroyed. Only the last ten percent stood alone.
And the 100,000 soldiers that were originally pushed back by the violent airwave. The shieldbearers died one after another, and they dissipated into the Qi of Heaven and Earth.
In the end, 10,000 shieldbearers died, and the remaining 90,000 soldiers all survived!
The three great Confucian scholars were dumbfounded. A war poem that was used to summon soldiers became less effective toward the end. It was almost the main force during the lower ranks, but it could only be used to obstruct and restrain at the Grand Scholar level and above.
The great Confucian scholar's war poem could not even block a strike from a Great Demon King, let alone a dignified Emperor.
However, these soldiers blocked it.
Then, something that surprised the three great Confucian scholars even more happened. In the small world of the military camp in the sky, all the dead shieldbearers were resurrected and instantly landed in the army formation on the ground!
At this moment, the three great Confucian scholars finally understood why this was called the Ancestor of Poetry's Treasure Light. It was because there had never been such a war poem in the Human Race.
Not only were these war poems and soldiers self-contained, but they also had mechanisms and scholars. Not only could they use the art of war, but they could also be used continuously. This had exceeded the limits of the current war poems of the Human Race.
"What kind of war poem should this poem be?" Tian Songshi blurted out.
Fang Yundao said, "This' Breaking the Formation 'should be a war poem in the military camp! Only a real military camp can continuously produce valiant soldiers. "
Tian Songshi immediately bowed and said respectfully, "Thank you, Master Fang, for your war poem."
The other two great Confucian scholars also bowed and said, "Thank you, Master Fang, for your war poem."
Fang Yundao nodded slightly and did not decline.
Then, the three great Confucian scholars took out a sacred page each and used a treasure that they rarely used to write the poem 'Breaking the Formation'.
Soon, a small world of the military camp appeared behind each of the great Confucian scholars, and 100,000 soldiers jumped down from it.
The Treasure Pavilion originally only had a radius of more than 3,000 meters. When 500,000 soldiers came out, it became extremely crowded. Fortunately, the soldiers in the military camp had been adjusted. Apart from the shieldbearers, cavalry, and a few other soldiers, the soldiers in the camp were mainly crossbowmen and mechanisms that could attack from afar.
He Mingyuan reacted the fastest. He moved his 100,000 soldiers to the entrance and left some of the mechanisms and crossbowmen outside the Treasure Pavilion to attack.
Tian Songshi was previously chased by the infinitely resurrected ancient corpses. Now that he saw the 500,000 soldiers, he laughed loudly and said, "You have the giant coffins, but we have the military camp!"
He Mingyuan did not agree with Fang Yundao's request to take the treasure before, but now he was in high spirits.
Fang Yundao smiled and said, "Everyone, now you can free up your forces to attack the Treasure Pavilion and take the treasure!"
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