At the same time, the Wentai of the Wumiao in Fang Yunwen Palace moved slightly, and rushed out on its own surrounded by clear air, shining brightly.
On the Xuehaiwentai that had appeared a long time ago, various Wenxin fish jumped into the holy page like dumplings, and even extremely rare Juejing Wenxin fish appeared, repeating the same old trick.
The mist butterfly that was originally attached to Fang Yun flapped its wings, and the power of weak water and strange wind in its body seemed to be endlessly poured into the poem page. Finally, when its strength was exhausted, the mist butterfly fell into a sleepy sleep weakly.
Yan Gui looked at Baoguang, drooling, but dared not move.
Mo Nu looked at the page of poetry with admiration and fascination.
This war poem caused a huge star to appear in Fang Yun's palace. A similar but smaller star nearby suddenly trembled slightly, forming a strange resonance, and the smaller star in the palace suddenly grew larger.
The growing star represents the Jinshi Sword-Calling Poem "Dragon Sword Poem", which is now influenced by the second Poetry Ancestor Star and promoted to Hanlin. This means that this poem will also successfully become a dual-literary war poem. When used during the Jinshi period, it will have the power of a Jinshi war poem, and when used during the Hanlin period, it will have the power of a Hanlin war poem.
This poem has reached the third realm in Fang Yun's hands. Originally, it could only summon an imitation sword of the Grand Scholar, but from today on, the imitation sword summoned by Fang Yun will have the same power as the original one and become an imitation sword of the Great Scholar.
When the poem page was about to burn and form power, Fang Yun's Wen Palace shook slightly, the light of Wendan flashed, and endless Wendan power poured into the poem page.
The dream of blowing horns in the camp, like the dream of iron horses on frozen rivers, triggered a rare power of literary courage, which added divine attacks to this war poem and had a strong restraint on many enemies.
The holy page burned, and a clear sky suddenly appeared behind Fang Yun. Above the clear sky, black shadows were like clouds and the momentum was like a tide. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an endless army of fighting spirits.
The three great scholars opened their eyes wide, all shocked by the strange sight.
Finally, the war poem took shape.
All the fighting spirits in the clear sky landed on the ground, and the military camps on the ground stretched for hundreds of miles. Soldiers of all kinds poured out from the camps continuously, including cavalry, archers, shield and spear soldiers, broadsword soldiers, heavy armored soldiers, and even scholars!
There is one scholar among every ten ordinary soldiers, one juren among every one hundred ordinary soldiers, and so on. There are jinshi among a thousand, Hanlin among ten thousand, and university scholars among a hundred thousand.
In the camp, there are not only people, but also various powerful mechanisms, such as Zhuge Crossbow, flaming catapults, battering rams, and so on.
But in a flash, an army of 100,000 strong, enough to handle any war, was lined up on the battlefield. The leading general was actually writing war poems to support the 100,000-strong army.
The Wanmin Wentai rose silently, and then a hundred thousand human-shaped shadows flew out from it and landed on each person, giving each soldier a faint glow.
The light from the Wentai of the Martial Temple spread and fell on those war poems and soldiers. All of them were blessed with "Man Jiang Hong". Moreover, the powerful Wentai of the Martial Temple became the hub of battle command, commanding the battle at the cost of consuming Fang Yun's talent. Its effect was like that of a great military strategist of the human race!
Above the camp, the withered golden power of decay and the power of stars continued to descend, causing the strength of all the soldiers and generals to increase dramatically.
With the blessing of such a powerful force, the weakest soldier has the body of a demon commander!
Then, a shocking scene appeared. One hundred thousand troops instantly appeared behind Fang Yun, like a flood pouring down or the Yangtze River bursting its banks, rushing straight towards the ancient corpse of the Bull King in front of them.
However, this is not the end, because it has stimulated the power of literary mind to use old techniques again.
Fang Yun’s Baili Military Camp seemed to be in an independent world, and on its right side, another Baili Military Camp suddenly appeared, as if a new small world had been formed.
The power possessed by the previous war poems is also present in the war poems formed by the same old tricks, but the power is weakened by 30%.
Thus, not long after the 100,000-strong army rushed out, a slightly weaker new 100,000-strong army followed, also led by a military scholar and also under the command of the Wumiao Wentai.
The ancient corpse of the Ox King was originally very vigilant, but when he saw that they were just some ordinary war soldiers, he seemed to be deceived. He became angry and raised his hooves high and dropped heavily.
The white air waves swept in all directions, and all the treasure pavilions within a radius of thousands of feet were within the attack range.
Everyone thought that it would be the same as before, when the emperor took action, any war poem soldiers would be destroyed instantly, but a strange scene appeared.
The shield soldiers at the front of the two armies of 100,000 men raised their large shields one after another, while the machines in the rear attacked frantically to weaken the air waves, and the scholars in the army also devoted themselves to chanting war poems.
There was a flickering light above the Wentai of the Martial Temple, and the 200,000-strong army that was originally in a charging formation instantly formed a defensive circular formation, condensing into a completely real military force, and a powerful battlefield military spirit quietly took shape.
This is not just the vital energy of heaven and earth, it is a living army of 200,000 human beings.
They have faith in all people and a fighting spirit.
An army with soul is invincible!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The emperor's aura wave pressed down on the 200,000-strong army like a tsunami.
Ninety percent of the 100,000-strong army formed by the old trick was destroyed in an instant, and only the last ten percent was left standing alone.
The original army of 100,000 was pushed back continuously in the violent air waves, and the shield soldiers died one after another, turning into the vital energy of heaven and earth and dissipated.
In the end, 10,000 shield soldiers died, and the remaining 90,000 soldiers all survived!
The three great scholars were stunned. War poems that summoned soldiers became less and less effective towards the end. They were almost the main force during the lower literary ranks, but when it came to the rank of Grand Secretary or above, they could only be used for obstruction and restraint.
The great scholar's war poem to summon troops could not even withstand a blow from the great demon king, not to mention that the other party was a dignified emperor.
However, these soldiers blocked it.
Then, something happened that surprised the three great scholars even more. In the small world of the military camp in the sky, all the dead shield soldiers were resurrected again, and then instantly fell back into the military formation on the ground!
It was not until this time that the three great scholars understood why this was the poem by Baoguang, the ancestor of poetry, because such a poem to summon soldiers to war had never appeared in the human race before.
These war poem soldiers are not only self-contained, not only have mechanisms and scholars, not only can they use military tactics, but they are also endless in supply. This has already exceeded the current limits of human beings' ability to summon soldiers and write war poems.
"What kind of war poem is this?" Tian Songshi blurted out.
Fang Yun said: "This poem "Pozhenzi" should be a poem about military battles! Only a real military camp can produce strong soldiers continuously."
Tian Songshi immediately bowed and said respectfully, "Thank you, Master Fang, for the words of war."
The other two great scholars also bowed and said, "Thank you, Master Fang, for the words of war."
Fang Yun nodded slightly, accepting the responsibility without hesitation.
Afterwards, the three great scholars each took out a holy page and used treasures that they rarely used to write the poem "Pozhenzi".
Soon, a small military camp world appeared behind each great scholar, and one hundred thousand soldiers jumped out of it.
The treasure pavilion was originally only a thousand feet in radius. Once the 500,000-strong army came out, it became extremely crowded. Fortunately, the military forces in the barracks have been adjusted. Except for shield cavalry and a few other types of troops, the main types are archers and machines that can attack from a distance.
He Mingyuan reacted the fastest and transferred his 100,000 soldiers to the entrance, leaving some of the machines and crossbowmen outside the treasure pavilion so that they could still launch attacks.
Tian Songshi had been chased by the infinitely resurrected ancient corpses and was in a mess. Now seeing the 500,000-man army, he laughed out loud and said, "You have giant coffins, and we have military camps!"
He Mingyuan had previously disagreed with Fang Yun taking the treasure, but now he is in high spirits.
Fang Yun smiled slightly and said, "Everyone, now you can free your hands to attack the treasure pavilion and get the treasure!"
"Yes!" The three of them responded.