Those university scholars and great scholars glanced at the military strategists and scholars with smiles on their faces and shook their heads slightly, as if they were laughing at them for being too young.
Because only they know how powerful this Wumiao Wentai is. Fang Yun's experience along the way can be said to be extremely rich. Although the number of battles is not as many as the old scholar who has experienced the Liangjie Mountain, in terms of combat experience, he is definitely at the level of a great scholar, and his understanding of the military doctrine is no less than that of a great scholar.
This Wumiao Wentai is related to the military sages. It cannot be created by just the powerful military doctrine. It also requires something that even a military genius cannot do, which is a huge amount of military exploits!
After becoming the Lord of the Yangtze River, even the stubborn members of the Zong and Lei families had to admit that Fang Yun's military exploits had reached the saintly level.
Only with this level of military exploits can one resonate with the ideas left by the military strategists and sages of the human race throughout the ages and build the Wentai of the Temple of Martial Arts.
Moreover, building the Wentai of the Martial Temple is only the first step. The next step is to awaken the statues in the Martial Temple, which is even more difficult than the previous ones. With Fang Yun's current experience, he can only awaken a few sages. If the rest can awaken Jiang Taigong, it will be considered the good deeds of their ancestors.
In other words, the Martial Temple Literary Office was tailor-made for Fang Yun. Even a university scholar with semi-saint qualifications would not choose the Martial Temple Literary Office.
After Fang Yun finished describing the Wumiao Wentai, he continued to discuss the war with everyone.
Not long after, Fang Yun was suddenly startled and looked towards the barbarians. Then many great scholars and scholars also looked towards the barbarian camp.
The barbarian camp was seen on high alert, with all the barbarians taking a defensive stance and tightly surrounding the huge tiger skin in the center of the camp.
Half of the demon kings were facing Ning'an City with their backs to the tiger skin, suspended in the air, some high and some low, with murderous eyes.
The other half of the demon kings faced the huge tiger skin, stood on the ground, and lowered their heads slightly.
The two emperors, Lang Yuan and Lang Chi, stood side by side. Lang Yuan held a drop of golden blood in his hands. The blood was like a small sun, illuminating the area within hundreds of miles as if it were daylight.
The blood is so beautiful that you will be intoxicated by it at just one look.
The holy blood slowly flew to the air above the tiger skin, and suddenly a golden light shone brightly, filling an area of several hundred feet with dazzling light, and everyone instinctively squinted their eyes.
After a moment, the light slowly converged, revealing a huge silver wolf that was a hundred feet long. Its body was emitting a faint glow. Within a radius of a thousand feet, there were countless strange lights and shadows floating around, like grass, feathers, and leaves.
This giant wolf has thick silver hair. When blown by the strong wind, the silver hair flutters gently, looking soft and flowing, with a unique beauty.
No one can see what is hidden under the wolf's hair, but one can feel the explosive power just by looking at his appearance. The curves of his shoulders, waist, back, legs and claws are perfect, as if he can represent the masculinity of the universe and dominate the powerful force between heaven and earth.
This giant wolf is as tall as a sixty-story building, far taller than the Ning'an city wall. In the eyes of everyone, this giant wolf is like a small fortress.
The giant wolf glanced at the barbarians below, and all of them knelt down and shouted its name.
"Greetings to His Majesty Langlu!"
The demon clan’s half-saint, the incarnation of Wolf Slaughter, has arrived.
The Wolf Slaughter incarnation looked up at Ning'an City.
A pair of huge, azure blue wolf eyes were clear and transparent, without any impurities, like two lakes.
He was clearly a ferocious beast, but in everyone's perception, he was a handsome man. There was no aggression in his eyes. Instead, he looked like a gentle gentleman, or a kind man, carrying etiquette and music, and had the temperament of a scholar.
Many humans were prepared to be killed by Langlu, but when they saw Langlu now, they instinctively relaxed, feeling that Langlu would not kill them but would help them instead.
The next moment, cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of Fang Yun and many other great scholars.
Fang Yun was extremely shocked, thinking that the incarnation of the half-saint was indeed powerful. He was deceived by the rumors. The rumors said that the demon half-saints were all extremely vicious lunatics who killed anyone they saw. They were just mad dogs. Only when he saw them in person did he realize that these half-saints had reached a very high level. Even if they were not as smart as humans, they would not be angry unless they had a falling out. They knew very well how to deal with humans.
Fang Yun could be sure that except for the great scholar, all the human beings present were full of respect and even gratitude towards Langlu, as if a strong man could have killed them but did not do so, and everyone would want to thank him.
However, Fang Yun and the great scholar immediately realized that it was impossible for Langlu to be good to the human race, nor would he sacrifice the interests of the monsters for the sake of the human race. The reason why he did this was simply because of his instinct as a saint. Instead of exposing his hostility from the beginning, it was far better to use this method to win people's hearts.
The best way to conquer is not to kill, but to make the other party admire you first and then surrender to you.
Fang Yun sighed inwardly, this is the power of a saint. Even if the demon race is notoriously stupid in the myriad worlds, once they are promoted to a saint, they will look full of wisdom. Even if they are really fools, they will not do stupid things.
Afterwards, Fang Yun suddenly realized that it was not that Langlu had really become smart and able to use strategies, but that there were thousands of holy paths, and even if Langlu's holy path was full of killing, and even if it was far away from those holy paths full of wisdom, it was still closer to those holy paths than anyone below the half-saint level.
Everyone present will not interfere with the Holy Path, and Langlu is influenced by those Holy Paths that are full of wisdom, so he becomes very wise. But once a semi-saint comes and destroys Langlu's Holy Path, leaving only killing or brutality in Langlu's Holy Path, he will not treat humans in this way, but will use intimidation or threats and other methods that are close to his own Holy Path to treat humans.
Fang Yun stared at Langlu's azure eyes. The gaze was so gentle that it was almost kind, but Fang Yun had a feeling that beneath the azure, there was a surging sea of blood. Only those who were not experienced enough and not wise enough would be deceived by Langlu's appearance. Those with truly strong minds would never like Langlu and would have an instinctive vigilance in their hearts.
The power of the Holy Way transcends the clan, so Langlu can make ordinary humans forget their national hatred and family feuds and feel admiration. However, if a person's wisdom, experience, insights, knowledge, etc. are truly extraordinary, they can be influenced by the Holy Way, but they will never lose themselves.
Fang Yun raised his chin slightly, his eyes became extremely firm, and then he saw that the air around Lang Lu seemed to be slightly distorted.
Fang Yun was delighted. This was a manifestation of the power of the Holy Way distorting reality. Only great scholars who had touched the edge of the Holy Way could see it. He could glimpse some clues, which meant he was infinitely close to the great scholars.
A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Wolf Slaughter incarnation. He stared at Fang Yun and said slowly: "Fang Yun, if you tie your arms and surrender to my clan, I will ensure that you become the first rebellious half-saint in the world!"
In the human race, being a traitor is considered derogatory, but in the demon world, being a traitor to the human race is considered a compliment.
Fang Yun replied calmly: "Langlu, if you submit to this Saint and serve as my mount, I, the Half Saint, will show you the way to becoming a Great Saint."
"presumptuous!"
Without waiting for Langlu to say anything, countless barbarians shouted and cursed loudly, some of the demons were almost mad with anger. That was the Demon Saint, how dare a mere human take him as a mount!
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