The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2303 Daying Town Ancient Corpse

At the same time, the martial arts platform in Fang Yun Wen Palace moved slightly and rushed out on its own surrounded by fresh air, making a brilliant display.

On the Xuehai Observatory that had appeared a long time ago, all kinds of salmon jumped into the holy page like dumplings, and even an extremely rare and superb shrimp appeared, repeating the same trick.

The fog butterfly originally attached to Fang Yun's body flapped its wings, and the power of weak water and strange wind in its body seemed to flow endlessly into the poem pages. Finally, the power was exhausted, and the fog butterfly fell into a weak sleep.

Yangui looked at Baoguang, salivating, but did not dare to move.

Mo Nu looked at the poem page, full of admiration and fascination.

This war poem caused a huge star to appear in Fang Yunwen Palace, and a similar but smaller star on the side suddenly trembled slightly, forming a strange resonance, and the smaller Wen Palace star suddenly changed. Big circle.

The growing star represents the Jinshi sword-calling poem "Dragon Sword Poetry". Now affected by the second poetry ancestral star, it is promoted to Hanlin. This means that this poem will also succeed as a dual-level war poem when it is a Jinshi. If it is used, it will have the power of the Jinshi war poems. If it is used in the Hanlin period, it will have the power of the Hanlin war poems.

This poem has become three realms in the hands of Fang Yun. Originally, it could only summon the imitation sword of a great scholar, but from today on, the imitation sword summoned by Fang Yun will have the same power as the original body, and become the imitation sword of a great scholar.

Just when the poem page was about to burn and form power, Fang Yun's literary palace shook slightly, the literary courage flashed, and endless literary courage poured into the poem page.

The dream of returning to the horn-blowing battalion, just like Iron Horse Glacier coming to the dream, triggered the rare power of literary courage, adding spiritual attacks to this war poem, which has 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. A closer look revealed that it was an endless army of fighting spirits.

The three great scholars' eyes widened, and they were all shocked by this vision.

Eventually, the war poem took shape.

All the fighting spirits in the clear sky fell to the ground, and the military camp on the ground stretched for hundreds of miles. Soldiers of all kinds poured out of the camp, including cavalry, archers, shield and spearmen, swordsmen, and soldiers. Heavy armored soldiers and even scholars!

There is one scholar for every ten ordinary soldiers, one scholar for every one hundred ordinary soldiers, and so on, one thousand people have a Jinshi, ten thousand people have a Hanlin, and one hundred thousand people have a bachelor's degree.

In the camp, there are not only people, but also various powerful mechanisms, such as Zhuge's crossbows, flaming stones, charging cars and corners, and so on.

But in an instant, a hundred thousand troops, enough to cope with any war, were lined up and waiting. On the battlefield, the leading bachelor general was actually writing war poems to bless the one hundred thousand troops.

The Wanmin Observatory rose quietly, and a hundred thousand figures of light and shadow flew out from above, falling on everyone, giving each war poet general a layer of faint light.

The light of the Wumiao Literary Station diffused and fell on those war poets and generals. All the war poets and generals were blessed with "Man Jiang Hong", and the powerful Wumiao Literary Station became the hub of battle command. At the cost of consuming Fang Yun's talent, the commander In combat, the effect is like that of a great military strategist of the human race!

In the sky above the camp, the power of dry gold and decay continued to fall, and the power of stars continued to fall, causing the power of all the war poets and generals to increase dramatically.

With the blessing of such a powerful force, the weakest soldier's body is equivalent to that of a demon commander!

Then, a shocking scene appeared. A 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 Ox King in front.

However, this is not the end yet, as Wen Xin is inspired to do her old tricks again.

Fang Yun Baili Military Camp seems to be in an independent world, and on the right side of it, there is an additional Baili Military Camp, which seems to have formed a new small world.

The power contained in the previous war poems can also be found in the war poems formed by repeating the same old skills, but the power is only reduced by 30%.

Therefore, not long after the 100,000-strong army rushed out, a slightly weaker new 100,000-strong army rushed out, also led by the military strategist, 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 ordinary war poets and generals, he seemed to have been deceived. He became angry and suddenly raised his hoofs and dropped them heavily.

White air waves swept in all directions, and the treasure pavilions with 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 poet general would be destroyed instantly. However, a strange scene appeared.

I saw the shield soldiers at the front of the two hundred thousand armies raising their large shields one after another, while the agencies in the rear attacked frantically to weaken the air waves, and the scholars in the army also tried their best to support Zhan Shici.

The light flashed above the martial arts platform, and the 200,000-strong army, which was originally in charge formation, instantly formed a defensive circular formation, condensing into a completely real military force, and a powerful battlefield military spirit was quietly formed.

This is not just the vitality of heaven and earth, but a living army of 200,000 human beings.

They have the faith of all people and the spirit of fighting.

The army has a soul and is invincible!

boom! boom! boom!

The emperor's air wave was like a tsunami, pressing against the 200,000 troops.

Ninety percent of the 100,000-strong army formed by repeating the old tricks was instantly destroyed, with only the last 10% standing alone.

The original 100,000-strong army was pushed back continuously by the violent air waves. The shield soldiers died one after another, turning into the vitality of heaven and earth and dissipating.

In the end, 10,000 shield soldiers died, and the remaining 90,000 soldiers survived!

The three great scholars were stunned. The war poems that summoned soldiers became less and less effective as time went on. They were almost the main force during the period of low literary rank, but when they reached the Grand Secretary or above, they could only be used to obstruct and contain.

The war poems that summoned soldiers by the great scholars could not even stop the attack of the Great Demon King, not to mention that the opponent was a great 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 to the ground military formation!

It was not until this time that the three great scholars understood why this was the treasure of the poet ancestor, because the human race had never had such a war poem that summoned soldiers.

These war poem soldiers were not only self-contained, not only had mechanisms and scholars, not only could they use military tactics, but also could produce them continuously, which had exceeded the current limit of the human race's war poems that summoned soldiers.

"What kind of war poem should this be?" Tian Songshi blurted out.

Fang Yun said: "This "Pozhenzi" should be a military camp battle poem! Only a real military camp can produce strong soldiers continuously."

Tian Songshi immediately bowed and said respectfully: "Thank you, Master Fang, for the war poem."

The other two great scholars also bowed and said: "Thank you, Master Fang, for the war poem."

Fang Yun nodded slightly, taking the responsibility.

Afterwards, the three great scholars actually took out a holy page each, and used the treasures that were rarely used to write this "Pozhenzi" each.

Soon, a small world of military camps appeared behind each great scholar, and 100,000 troops jumped out of each.

The treasure pavilion was originally only more than a thousand feet in radius. Once the 500,000 troops came out, it became extremely crowded, but fortunately the military camps had been adjusted. In addition to shield cavalry and a few other arms, the main ones were archers and machines that could attack from a distance.

He Mingyuan reacted the fastest and transferred his 100,000 soldiers to the entrance, allowing some machines and archers to attack outside the treasure pavilion.

Tian Songshi was chased by the infinitely resurrected ancient corpses and was in a mess. Now he saw the 500,000-man army and laughed loudly, saying, "You have the giant coffin, and we have the military camp!"

He Mingyuan had previously disagreed with Fang Yun's taking the treasure, but now he was in high spirits.

Fang Yun smiled slightly and said, "Everyone, you can now free your hands to attack the treasure pavilion and obtain the treasure!"

"Yes!" The three of them responded.