"The heaven and earth, the mountains, rivers, grass and trees, the sun, the moon and the stars all have spirits!"
"He is the spiritual leader of all things. He is divided into three souls and seven souls, and is divided into Yin, Shen and Yang. In short, he can be divided into body and soul!"
"The human body, which has lasted for hundreds of years, is ultimately nothing more than a handful of loess. The only proof of the remaining world is the theory of the soul. After a person's body dies, his soul has no home, or he may enter the underworld and be reincarnated, and eventually be completely annihilated. Or he may not want to enter the underworld and wander around the world.
, I am in constant panic all year round!”
"Therefore, there is a theory of towers between heaven and earth to summon spirits. There is a technique of arresting spirits and sending generals, and there is a matter of dark soldiers borrowing passages..."
When Lin Huang realized that he had raised millions of soldiers, Huang Zhongda Lu's voice rang out in the sea of consciousness, just like a figure from a thousand years ago talking about the secrets of heaven and earth.
"The word 'Tibing' means summoning souls. His predecessor was a shaman from a powerful tribe. He could see wandering souls in the world and could save lonely souls and wild ghosts. Since he could save the souls of the dead, he could also gather the souls of the dead.
Fight, form a powerful fighting spirit, and attack all directions! This is the essence of raising millions of soldiers!"
In the room, Lin Huang was slightly lost in thought, and finally understood the essence of "raising millions of soldiers", which is to summon the souls from heaven and earth to fight together!
The more powerful the martial soul is, and the more advanced the martial artist is in cultivation, the more souls from heaven and earth can be summoned, until hundreds, thousands, thousands...
Lin Huang rubbed his palms, his face moved slightly, and he was slightly shocked, saying that he had underestimated the power of this martial spirit.
So what if we were of the highest rank? If one day we could raise millions of warrior princes or millions of warrior kings, how vast and majestic it would be.
Back in the Yin Yang Valley, Xuanyuan's attitude of raising troops to attack and kill the evil king at the level of the Martial Emperor was evident.
No wonder the latter can become invincible as soon as he becomes the Marquis of Wu, and he is also invincible as soon as he becomes the King of Wu!
Lin Huang even discovered that once he truly carries millions of fighting souls, his attack and killing skills will definitely rank among the top thirty attack and killing skills in the mainland.
"call……"
In the room, Lin Huang let out a long sigh of relief, and felt even more grateful for Xuanyuan Tibing's gift. The latter undoubtedly left the true inheritance to himself.
And he cannot destroy the reputation of raising millions of soldiers.
Lin Huang immediately closed his eyes and began to browse the cultivation techniques for raising millions of soldiers.
It may take a long time to truly raise millions of troops, but the road will be walked step by step!
"In my name, tell the sun and the moon. In my body, I pray for the soul to return. In my name, tell the mountains and rivers. In my blood, I pray for the soul to return... In my name, tell the soul to return.
Zhao Cangsheng. I swear by my soul and pray for its return..."
In the sea of consciousness in Linhuang, there are countless ancient characters floating around. It is like the ancient high priest standing on the altar, his hands pointing to the sky, praying with incomparable piety.
At the same time, the 'Millions of Soldiers' in Xuanhai moved slightly and seemed to have a fresh breath.
And in the dark, Lin Huang could feel the changes in the atmosphere between heaven and earth. It seemed that countless souls opened their eyes and felt an extremely weak summoning power...
Once you practice, a whole day passes.
When Lin Huang opened his eyes again, his brows furrowed slightly. He could barely sense the existence of souls between heaven and earth, but he could not summon them anyway.
It seems the method is wrong!
Lin Huang lowered his head slightly and began to think deeply. The scene of Xuanyuan raising millions of soldiers in Yin Yang Valley kept reappearing in his mind, and he thought about it carefully.
"Is it possible that... Xuanyuan Tibing was unable to summon the wandering souls between heaven and earth at that time? Otherwise, why would the latter lead millions of troops to Yin Yang Valley? Or maybe it was the limitation of Tibing millions that he did not have the ability to summon lonely souls, but could only
Summon a soul that you are willing to fight with you?"
Lin Huang stood up, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip of tea, and then immersed himself in cultivation again without being arrogant or impetuous.
After about half a day, Lin Huang still found nothing...
On the contrary, the dust-covered 'Fengtian Ancient Bronze Great Wall' inside the body had an extremely slight tremor, which Lin Huang sensitively caught.
"Is it possible..."
Lin Huang did not express his guess, but his pupils dilated slightly, and his heart suddenly became excited. The voice of divine consciousness suddenly sounded in the mysterious sea, like the faint voice of heaven, heading towards the ancient Great Wall.
"In my name, tell the sun and the moon. In my body, I pray for the soul to return. In my name, tell the mountains and rivers. In my blood, I pray for the soul to return... In my name, tell the soul to return.
Zhao Cangsheng. I swear by my soul and pray for its return..."
When Lin Huang finished saying this mantra, the ancient bronze Great Wall, which was no more than the size of a finger, trembled again.
Lin Huang's spirit was greatly shaken, and he was immediately certain in his heart. With one million martial souls, he would be able to summon the three thousand heroic spirits in the ancient bronze Great Wall.
Three thousand Martial Kings, together in one place, are comparable to the realm of Martial Saints.
In the room, Lin Huang almost went crazy!
However, given Lin Huang's current state and his level of cultivation in raising millions of soldiers, it is naturally impossible to raise three thousand heroic souls.
After three full days of hard work, it only made the ancient bronze Great Wall shake a little more. Not a single war spirit has been summoned by Lin Huang yet.
Lin Huang had no choice but to guess that there were another three thousand heroic souls who were sleeping like dead bodies. However, Lin Huang was not discouraged in the slightest. Martial arts practice is a matter of water and water, and every drop of water should penetrate the stone.
If everything could be accomplished overnight, he would have rushed to the realm of martial saint long ago.
Squeak...
Three more days passed, and Lin Huang still didn't make much progress. Song Changling, who lived next door, couldn't stand the loneliness anymore, so he opened the door and entered Lin Huang's room.
"Don't you find it boring to practice every day?"
Song Changling scratched his head and asked doubtfully.
"Don't you find it boring to read every day?"
Lin Huang asked rhetorically.
"This must be extremely interesting!"
Song Changling laughed, sat on the ancient table in the room, turned over a wine glass, and said to Lin Huang, "No more wine!"
"Isn't there a place that sells alcohol on the ferry?"
"No money!"
Song Changling spread out his hands and put his sleeves neatly in the air.
Lin Huang curled his lips and smiled and threw several bottles of wine to Song Changling. He never expected that Song Changling would not be able to stop drinking since the first time. According to Song Changling's explanation, drinking is a unique style of scholars.
Then, with blood dripping from his heart, Lin Huang threw a thousand pearl spirit stones to Song Changling. He didn't have time to practice, so he couldn't starve the latter to death. After all, he was also a scholar, and he seemed to be the kind of person who would pull on strangers.
People who don’t have the dignity to ask for a drink.
"I will pay you back in the future!"
Song Changling accepted the thousand pearl spirit stones with a smile.
"When will it be next?"
Lin Huang asked with a smile.
"This... after arriving in Taixuan Realm, I will write books to make money!"
Song Changling patted his chest and promised.
Lin Huang curled his lips and didn't believe a word he said.
"How about we become sworn brothers..."
Song Changling suddenly slapped the table and stood up.
Lin Huang turned around in disgust, "Now that we are sworn brothers, there will be no distinction between you and me? Do you think you don't have to pay back the money? That doesn't make sense!"
Song Changling immediately sat down sadly, took a sip of wine, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I, Song Changling, am not the kind of person who refuses to pay back money. Even if it costs my life, I can pay it back to you. This is
The character of our scholars!”
Lin Huang waved his hand, too lazy to talk nonsense with Song Changling.
"Tonight, there is a 'Calabash Show' on the ferry. It will definitely help you if you go and see it!"
Song Changling continued.
Lin Huang turned around and looked at the latter, "What kind of 'gourd play' can't be some young lady's boudoir talk?"
“Vulgar!”
Song Changling stared at Lin Huang with disdain, as if he disliked making such an embarrassing friend, and then said: "Two months ago, Qin Changsheng reappeared in the mainland and fought against all the major families! How about it? Go there
Don’t go!”
"Walk!"
Before Song Changling finished speaking, Lin Huang had already walked out of the room.