The four hundred chariots were centered on Du Xu's military chariot, forming a pointed cone-shaped battle formation. The hundreds of chariots were arranged in an orderly manner. One car was the first to drive the main car, which was the tip of the awl, and rushed into the enemy formation first. Yan Chixia sat in the right hand of the car, replacing the bronze armored soldier who was originally sitting there, holding the transformed bronze spear, either as fast as a meteor as lightning, or sweeping across and vertically to suppress people. He would do whatever he wanted to kill quickly.

The chariots in front, back, left and right form a huge conical formation centered on the military chariot. The chariot's inspiration was faintly connected. Although the military spirit controlled by the Pestle-Holding Lissus was violently killed, they did not cooperate at all. They were scattered and divided by the vehicle array driven by Du Xu. The Pestle-Holding Lissus was mixed in the military spirit, thinking that no one could find himself, so he changed his face and pretended to be an extremely chaotic military soul and quietly approached the military chariot where Du Xu was.

Under his urging, the military souls became completely crazy and chaotic, turning into black shadows, covered with blood-red fireworks, holding swords, guns, swords and halberds, and rushed towards the surrounding battlefield. Even if they were hit by a chariot head-on, they would just be "Peng!" and turned into black smoke, which condensed into shape in a blink of an eye.

That is, when you meet an inanimate magic weapon driven by Du Xu, if you meet an ordinary monk and mortal, you can suck their essence and blood with just these military souls together and pounce on them, not to mention that they are all immortal and carry evil spirits and poisonous gas. As long as the sword in your hand is cut on a person, his soul can be immediately drawn out and assimilated by the military soul under the action of evil spirits.

Thousands of military souls flew into the sky and escaped, wandering around the formation of cars, making waves of ghost crying and roars. The strong men holding the pestle also mingled among them, transforming into a ferocious lieutenant, hovering over Du Xu, looking for the flaws of their protective aura. The golden pestle in his hand turned into a ring-headed sword, and his magic power was condensed without being released. One move would definitely be a blow with all his strength.

Yan Chixia, who was sitting on Du Xu's left, stared at him in secret, pretending to be rushing into the military soul, while secretly condensing magic power and lying the White Bone Sword under the military chariot.

Du Xu shook the reins of the chariot, and the bronze horse on his head raised his head and roared, shaking the four hundred chariots, with golden chains connecting them into one. Du Xu pointed to the military souls in all directions and shouted loudly: "The long hub is driving in front of the front and the chariot is hanging array!" At some point in his hand, a long black banner appeared, inserted at the flag behind the right side of the chariot.

Hundreds of chariots moved together, and the Mercedes-Benzed and turned sharply. The military spirits flying around were suppressed on the ground by chains on the chariot. A layer of clouds and mist suddenly spread out on the battlefield. When the military spirits encountered this layer of clouds, they seemed to fall into a spider web. There was an invisible constraint in the action. When the military spirits met the battlefield that was hit on the front, how could they have the power to fight back? When the chariot was hit in front of the chariot, the sound of "Peng!" dissipated into black smoke.

What's even more terrifying is that these clones cooperate with each other and form a small array of vehicles, moving forward and backward, and running along the lane, looking extremely chaotic, but they cooperate with each other and interspersed and covered each other. They ran like the wind on the small battlefield, moving freely. At the most thrilling moment, the two chariots passed by, only a slight distance between them. In a blink of an eye, there were only a few soldiers left in the battlefield with dense military souls!

In an instant, the master's method of holding the pestle-holding powerhouse, the "Yellow Turban War Soul Path" that was rampant in battle, was crushed and shattered! After these undead military souls were dispersed into black smoke, the black flag behind Du Xu was swallowed and disappeared. This made the pestle-holding powerhouse lurking under the military chariot see the cliffs of the yaozi. He worked hard to be a general of the court for 30 years, and the military souls brought out by life and death on the battlefield without even hearing a sound, and then was drifted.

Although Du Xu's spiritual protection was still very complete, the pestle-holding powerhouse could still bear it. When the golden pestle in his hand moved, he would send a blow with all his strength.

Yan Chixia suddenly turned her head and smiled. The black robe condensed into a light shield in front of the clasp holder. Before the clasp holder could react, she felt the chrysanthemum behind her cool down, and her expression showed a little surprise. She saw a gray sword light flying out of the soil under his feet, sinking into his chrysanthemum, turning in his belly, then flew out of his mouth, falling behind Yan Chixia, turning into a big bone sword.

At this time, Nan Tianzhu under the command of King Qiu was already dead. Even his soul was dispersed by the white bone flying sword. This time, Yan Chixia took action, and it was a rabbit rise and fall, which shocked Du Xu on the side. He immediately thought to himself: "I didn't expect Brother Yan to take action so cleanly and neatly, and it was a little bit a little vulgar, which really suited my appetite! Especially the smooth, courageous, witty, and a little bit a little frivolous, and the light wind/saucy of the thriller, seized the best opportunity to kill the enemy in an instant, and draw the sword from an impossible angle, making people unable to defend themselves. Even I can't compare with it. This sword is really in line with my sword's way!" So I suddenly felt like a close friend.

It was not polite at the moment. Zhang hand grabbed the camera and first put the body of the corpse of the strongman holding the pestle into the bronze carriage. Then he took back the magical powers and magical powers. The four hundred chariots turned into virtual and disappeared into the void. The battlefield where the fierce fighting just now returned to peace in a blink of an eye. Occasionally, one or two fish that escaped the net were also put away by Du Xu using the life and death wheel flag behind him.

Du Xu expanded the bronze carriage several times, placed the body of the clasp holder's body in the center, invited Yan Chixia to sit down aside, and searched the things on the clasp holder's body. Originally, Du Xu was worried that the clasp's hero Yan Chixia would be unwilling to desecrate the dead's body. Unexpectedly, Yan Chixia skillfully touched the clasp's body, searched out a worn purse and some silver and property, and stuffed the silver into his arms without hesitation.

Yan Chixia turned around and saw Du Xu looking at him in a daze, touched his head with a little embarrassed look, and said generously: "Haha! Some family is used to being poor, and they are familiar with this, so they can do it easily..." Then he simply took out the silver in his arms again.

Du Xu naturally had no shortage of silver and money. He pushed the silver handed over by Yan Chixia, pointed to the corpse of the King of Holding the Pestle and smiled: "This guy is a poor guy. If I don't bring thousands of 200 taels of gold when I go out, I won't be able to walk properly. He actually brought such a dozen taels of silver on his body. Fortunately, there was a golden pestle weighing hundreds of kilograms, otherwise there would be no oil or water to kill him."

Yan Chixia took the silver litter back to his arms again, picked up the golden pestle and the worn purse beside him. He opened the purse, shook a lot of things out, and smiled and said, "You don't know that this man has a magic treasure bag, and everything is in it. It seems that there are still quite a lot. Come on, let's share it."

The wealth of this powerful man holding a pestle is much poorer than that of the evil cultivator in black robe. Except for a golden pestle, it is considered a magic weapon, and it only carries some medicinal materials, such as Yin iron and blood beads, and it is also some daily necessities. The only thing that is quite valuable is a broken Taoist book.

This half-volume Taoist book called "Taipingqing Leading Dao·Di" records several Taoist techniques from the Yellow Turban lineage, but it is not very complete. Only one volume of "The Secret Method of Inviting the Spirit of the Yellow Turban in Taiping Dao" is relatively complete. It seems that the magic of holding a pestle and powerful man sacrifices and refining a thousand military souls comes from the above. Du Xu glanced at the records in the broken Taoist book and found that it still had some reference value.

Not to mention anything else, there are many methods of sacrificing the ghost soldiers in the volume of "The Secret Method of Inviting the Gods and Heroes of the Yellow Turbans of Taiping Road". With it, Du Xu can conquer a team of military spirits of the pestle-holding powerhouses and refine them into his own Taoist soldiers. Not to mention some of the ideas recorded above, it is also very inspiring to Du Xu.

What Du Xu didn't know was that the Taoist Dharma of the body of a strong man with a pestle was apart from some of the Taoist Dharmas given by King Qiu, and the rest of the Taoist Dharma was derived from this half volume. When he was young, he was a shasa monk in a wild temple. Once he secretly saw the presiding master in the temple practicing magic secretly, so he poisoned the entire temple and burned the entire temple. He took care of the book that he had found from the presiding room and avoided practicing in the mountains.

After he was successful in his practice, he went down the mountain to join the army. He practiced the secret military techniques that Zhang Jiao understood from "Taipingqing Leading Taoism" after the Yellow Turban Recruitment. The only complete one on it was to practice the Taoist techniques of the Yellow Turban Yin soldiers. Therefore, as soon as he entered the court army, he felt like a fish in water. Every time, although the army he led was countless casualties, he killed ten times more, so he was promoted step by step and became a famous general in the court at that time.

He knew that the reason why he was promoted and made money was definitely not because he was proficient in military tactics, but because he used his army of casualties to train a Yellow Turban Yin soldiers on the road of thirty years of war. So when he saw the court's depressed spirit and showed his declining momentum, he pretended to die and escaped, using his Taoist Technique to enjoy the wealth and honor of the world. Later, he defected to King Qiu and became one of his four pillars.

Du Xu reached out and patted the Taoist book, and handed it to Yan Chixia with the golden pestle. He put away some of the pieces of materials on the ground and smiled and said, "Brother Yan, I will copy you and I one copy!"

Yan Chixia was willing to take it over and said angrily: "Du Xu, how do you look down on me? What kind of things are better than mine in your heart are I like this greedy villain?"

Du Xu hurriedly apologized and said, "Brother Yan is worried too much! I have a more powerful spoil here. It's my advantage to Brother Yan!" As he raised the black banner in his hand.
Chapter completed!