The limit of spreading beans into soldiers lies in the spiritual power of the caster. He calculated carefully. He created a hundred spiritual beans in one second, and the spiritual power consumed was not too much. After all, his spiritual power can now be used in vast amounts.

describe.

He casually threw a bean on the ground. The bean quickly grew in size and transformed into his figure. Under his control, the bean soldiers did not move, but stayed still.

After about a stick of incense, the bean soldiers dispersed without a trace.

In other words, the bean soldiers only have one stick of incense to fight.

enough.

Jiang Changsheng took out a small bag from the cabinet, directly created a large number of spiritual beans, put them in, filled them up, and pinned them to his waist.

"In the future, I can use it as a tips bag and give it to others to promote my vast magical power."

Jiang Changsheng thought silently, and then started practicing.

Early the next morning, the body of the left envoy of Juxing Tower was hung on the north city gate, frightening many warriors and people who came in and out.

There is also a notice posted next to the city gate:

The god of the Jin Dynasty sneaked into the palace late at night and wanted to assassinate His Majesty. He overestimated his own abilities and the crime cannot be punished!

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In the wilderness, surrounded by mountains, there is an inn next to the official road, where several fierce horses are heard, and a butcher is slaughtering pigs next to the stables.

"Have you heard that a god from the Jin Dynasty assassinated His Majesty a month ago?"

"Real or false? What's the result?"

"Of course he died a tragic death. His body was hung on the city wall. He was really useless. Gods are nothing more than that."

"In all likelihood, it was the Martial God of Long Qiguan who took action."

"Tsk tsk, the God of War is really hardworking. The emperor is his apprentice? I think he is his son, so I keep an eye on him day and night."

The martial arts people in the inn were discussing, while an old man and a young man were listening quietly in the corner.

The old man was wearing gray clothes, with white hair and even beard. If Jiang Changsheng were here, he would definitely recognize him. This man is Long Qiguan's former second senior brother and senior brother, Meng Qiuhe.

Today, Meng Qiuhe is over seventy years old. He is not as sharp and strong as when he was young. He does not have the demeanor of a strong man. He looks like an ordinary old man.

Meng Qiuhe sighed softly: "He is still so powerful."

Sitting next to him was a young man, dressed as a knight, with a sword on his back, one foot on the stool, sitting upright, looking casual, but he looked quite handsome.

The young man held the wine bottle with one hand and poured it into his mouth. After drinking it all, he wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "The Immortal Master Changsheng is indeed amazing, otherwise my father and the elders of the same sect would not have died in his hands."

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Meng Qiuhe glanced at him and asked: "You can still laugh, shouldn't you be so angry that your teeth are itching?"

The young man waved his hand, moved his head closer to Meng Qiuhe, and laughed in a low voice: "What do you hate? Without Dragon Tower, I feel at ease now. The reason why my father died was because of his own will. The Immortal Master who can defeat them will inevitably

To surpass the gods and reach the legendary realm, first let him dominate the Thirteen States and help our Dragon Tower kill more surrounding enemies. When he dies, Dragon Tower will rise again to take control of the world."

"No matter how strong a person is, he will never be able to defeat the gods. The Immortal Master of Immortality is a Taoist who has no children. If he dies, don't these thirteen states belong to the Dragon Tower? This is the foundation of the Dragon Tower. It has been built for thousands of years. How can it be?

It will be over in one fight. When the time comes, I will raise my arms and no one in the world of martial arts will dare to disobey."

Meng Qiuhe sarcastically said: "You've worked really hard, but the price is too high, right?"

The young man shrugged, looking slightly drunk, and said: "What's the big price? My father became obsessed with practicing martial arts and had demonic obstacles in his heart. The others who died were all dying people. I heard from my old slave that Longlou has been declining for hundreds of years.

In the past, when the imperial sects of the ten directions discussed martial arts, the Mahayana Dragon Tower was defeated. There are powerful enemies outside, and there are immortal masters who are uncontrollable inside. If it were you, what would you do?"


Chapter completed!