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Chapter 2017 The pot of raising soldiers

Fang Xiaoyu wanted to laugh when he saw Taoist Master Gu's anxious look. He used his mind to slowly introduce the ghost soldier in front of him into the spirit-nurturing ring.

Wisp after wisp of green smoke slowly submerged into the spirit-nurturing ring. But when the spirit-nurturing ring took in the fifth ghost soldier, it suddenly stopped moving. No matter how he used his mind, he could not move what was in front of him.

Ghost soldiers are introduced into the spirit nourishing ring.

Fang Xiaoyu looked at himself suspiciously, and soon heard a sweet sound coming from the spiritual ring on his middle finger.

"Brother, that's enough. Your ring is already full. The capacity of this ring is only so large. If you want to adopt more Yin soldiers, quickly find a way to get the evil Taoist priest and the soldier pot on his waist! This way

, you can raise thousands of Yin soldiers."

"Oh! There is such a good thing. It seems that I have to study this treasure carefully." Fang Xiaoyu responded with some excitement, put his thoughts back, and looked at the ancient Taoist priest in front of him again.

At this time, the ancient Taoist priest widened his eyes in panic, and slapped the gourd on his waist desperately. Seeing that the ghost soldier in front of him did not move at all, he couldn't help but become anxious.

"Damn, how could this happen? What kind of magic did this kid cast? How could he be like this? This is the dark soldier I have kept for more than thirty years! Why didn't everyone listen to me at the critical moment? It seems that

, I have to kill the ghost general this kid released first. After killing his ghost general, I have to use the ghost pawn to kill this kid."

The ancient Taoist priest cursed angrily, stretched out his hand and took out a Five Thunder Talisman from his waist.

He held the talisman between his hands, activated his thoughts, ignited the talisman in his hand, and threw it out.

"Five thunder talisman, kill!"

As he spoke, a fire talisman flew towards the ghost general's side.

"It's not that easy to kill my ghost general." Fang Xiaoyu said coldly and shouted: "Get up!"

The ghost general stood up immediately.

The five thunder talisman fire was approaching the ghost general, and the blazing fire was about to fall on the ghost general.

At this moment of lightning and flint, Fang Xiaoyu suddenly flicked his finger, and heard a "plop" sound. The fire charm was shot down by the silver needle, and then fell from the mid-air.

"Ah...how could this happen? You can even shoot down my Five Thunder Fire Talisman?" Gudao Chang's eyes widened in surprise.

"Killing you is just like killing ants, so what's the point of knocking down the talisman!" Fang Xiaoyu shouted coldly, pointed at the ancient Taoist priest with his hand, and shouted: "All ghosts listen to the order, kill!"

Hearing the sound, the ghost general took a step forward, raised the bronze sword in his hand, and slashed straight towards the ancient Taoist priest. The ghost soldiers behind him also responded, raised their weapons, and charged forward to kill him.

Suddenly, the whole forest was filled with the sound of killing. Everyone was panicking.

"No, don't come here." Taoist Master Gu took out the Yin Soldier Command Flag and waved it twice. When he saw no response at all, he turned pale with fright.

He immediately knelt down in front of Fang Xiaoyu, took out the military pot from his waist, and loudly begged for mercy to Fang Xiaoyu: "Brother, let me go, let me go! I... I will give this treasure to you.

You. This is a military pot that can raise a thousand Yin soldiers."

Taoist Master Gu knelt down, which surprised Fang Xiaoyu.

He knew that this Taoist priest had profound Taoist teachings, but he didn't expect that this guy would be so unintimidated.

Fang Xiaoyu didn't kill innocent people indiscriminately. What he wanted was a pot to raise weapons, and he never thought about actually killing this person.

Thinking of this, he shouted to the ghosts: "Stop!"

The ghosts stopped, as if their acupuncture points had been tapped, standing there neatly and motionless, but their appearance was very terrifying.

Fang Xiaoyu came to Taoist Master Gu.

Taoist Master Gu handed the army-raising pot to Fang Xiaoyu with a respectful expression, and said with fear and fear: "Brother, spare your life, please don't kill me. I'll give you this gourd. This is a yellow-grade army-raising pot, which can hold a bronze

Ghost generals and a thousand yin soldiers. With this magic weapon of mine, you can walk sideways in the south of the Yangtze River."

"Really?" Fang Xiaoyu took the military pot from Taoist Master Gu's hand and started playing with it. Looking at the runes carved on the jade gourd, he felt very satisfied.

He smiled and said to the ancient Taoist priest on the side: "What did you say just now? I have this soldier-raising talisman, and I can walk around the south of the Yangtze River. What about the north of the Yangtze River, the east of the Yangtze River, and the southern Xinjiang and Western Regions? It can't be done.

Already?"

"That's not true." Gu Taoist priest explained with a smile: "There are not many Taoist masters who can carry a thousand Yin soldiers. However, I am afraid of encountering the evil monks in the Western Regions and the deadlocks in Western Hunan.

Family. They each have their own ways to break the Yin. Even if they bring Yin soldiers, they are not enough to be proud in front of them. Of course, you have to be more careful in southern Xinjiang. The people there are good at releasing poisonous gas. And in the south

On the other side of Xinjiang, there are also many masters of freeing the Dai and freeing the rampant soldiers. Therefore, Jiangnan is relatively safer."

When he said this, Taoist Master Gu's eyes looked left and right, revealing a hint of secret joy that he couldn't hide.

He had never thought about actually giving away a magic weapon like the Weapon Pot. Giving this thing to Fang Xiaoyu now was just a delaying tactic.

He knew that in this weapon-raising pot, there was an old ghost who could control Yin soldiers. It was a trace of his grandfather's soul. His grandfather was a Taoist master who could use his spiritual thoughts to fight with others.

A ray of spiritual thought can make people fascinated and even put them in a lunatic asylum.

If Fang Xiaoyu wants to control the Weapon Raising Pot, he must first communicate with the soul thought in the Weapon Raising Pot. Once the soul thought of the ancient Taoist Grandfather's grandfather has murderous intentions, it will be difficult for Fang Xiaoyu not to be seriously injured.

Thinking of this, Taoist Master Gu's lips flashed with a hint of pride.

Fang Xiaoyu didn't care about the expression on Taoist Master Gu's face, he just smiled lightly and said, "Really? Then let me try the power of this superior magical weapon now!"

He took a deep breath, slowly activated his thoughts, and tried to collect the more than 300 ghost soldiers in front of him into the army raising pot.

But just as he was thinking about it, he saw a man with a hateful face and white hair vaguely appear in his mind, and soon a burst of wild laughter could be heard in his ears.

"Boy, how dare you attack my grandson. This weapon pot is an ancestral treasure of our ancient family. How can it fall into the hands of outsiders? Go to hell!"

As he spoke, a cold sword pierced through the darkness.

Fang Xiaoyu thought to himself and his heart sank.

Although I saw the white-haired man in my thoughts just now, it is said that it will not cause physical harm. But if this sword is really going to hit, it is very likely to cause mental illness. Such as mental illness, depression and suicide, etc.

Fang Xiaoyu would not take such unnecessary risks.

"Want to kill me? It's not that easy." Fang Xiaoyu sneered and roared: "Go to hell!"

As soon as he thought about it, there was a powerful force in the thought in his mind, which bounced towards the cold sword.

"Bo!"

With a crisp sound, an illusory figure disappeared in Fang Xiaoyu's thoughts. (To be continued)


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