In the troubled times of the ten directions, the Martial Saint in the world!

Chapter 213 The mighty power of the army, the nirvana of ghosts and gods! (one more)
Zhang Wenyuan's supreme halberd technique follows the oldest way of killing troops.

The long halberds flew across the sky, like a flood dragon going out to sea, one halberd connected with another.

It seems ordinary and pure, but every move contains endless murderous intent, and won the simple key of "fast, ruthless and accurate"!

"This set of halberd techniques may seem simple, but it is quite profound."

There was a light flickering between Chen Xiu's eyes, and he thought in his heart: "It can be confirmed with my sword technique, and it can be deduced to a deeper level. As for the way of cultivating the body with the supreme evil spirit"

There was a bit of seriousness on his face.

The method of refining the body with the supreme evil spirit is against the harmony of heaven, and it hurts others at the same time.

Today, I am still a fisherman's fish, never breaking free from the cage.

Lifespan, I'm afraid it's not much.

But if it were, he would be unwilling!
"and many more--"

Chen Xiu's expression became a little more dignified.

His attention fell on the exercises.

"As expected, in my memory, the existence that once visited the Martial Temple has such a wonderful method! Now I, maybe I can also go this way!!"

His eyes became brighter and brighter!
Zhang Wenyuan's method of cultivating evil spirits is very special.

It is not like the second generation of Tiangang, which devours the vitality of the world and evolves into a terrifying evil spirit.

Then stand among tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, and support war with war!

When the iron horse fought and swept across the battlefield, it swallowed the evil spirit of thousands of troops into several bodies.

Borrowing the power of the army to strengthen the body, this is the characteristic of military strategists in ancient times.

With one hundred thousand soldiers in command, they rule the world.

With a crowd of millions, the battle must be won, and the attack must be captured!
Today, Zhang Wenyuan has combined evil spirits to refine his body with the power of ancient military strategists, and has blazed his own path.

Possesses the supernatural power of evil energy to refine the body, but it will not hurt the harmony of the sky and the number of lives;

Possesses the majesty of a military strategist, but it is not like a military strategist. All supernatural powers rely on the legion in their hands, relying too much on external forces!
"My sword technique is to suppress everything with domineering force."

"The way of refining the body is to transform the dragon with qi and blood, and not be afraid of all power. If I can stand among gold and iron horses like Zhang Wenyuan, and integrate the power of thousands of soldiers into several bodies, that power will be enough to reach the peak. "

Chen Xiu's violet eyes became brighter and brighter.

More importantly, he inherited Zhang Wenyuan's innate supernatural powers!
It's called "Mighty Armies, Nirvana of Ghosts and Gods"!
The core of this talent lies in the word "refinement".

In an instant, with my stellar energy, like a qi refiner tempering a magic weapon, he can transform thousands of troops and horses in his hands!
Whether it's ghosts, monsters, or ghosts and monsters, they can all be accommodated!

Thus creating an invincible army!

My will is the will of the legion in my palm!

My power is the unity of the power of thousands of soldiers and horses in my hands!

My evil spirit is the supreme evil spirit of the millions of heroes under my command!

Chen Xiu slowly raised his head, staring at the sky and the distance: "The leader of the five good generals of the Northern Wei Dynasty is indeed formidable."

Between the clothes, there seems to be the birth of a dragon.

A ferocious aura originated from the dantian, wandered from the chest and abdomen to the mouth, and then roared out like a dragon chant!
The thunderous sound of the giant dragon's crooning suddenly resounded through the sky.

At this moment, among the lonely and desolate buildings and boats, there are only one after another wandering and bewildered ghosts and ghosts, as if they have been called, their eyes are all open angrily.

Incomparably mighty, the ghostly ripples that swept away like a tornado hurricane directly tore apart the clouds in the sky.

Boom!

Above the sky, there seemed to be thunder.

The ghosts nearby were shrouded in steel-like darkness at this moment, holding an extremely thick iron halberd in their hands!
That domineering and infinitely fierce intent seems to make people feel.

The iron cavalry of the Northern Wei Dynasty that once ruled the world has been resurrected again!
"It's no wonder that Zhang Wenyuan defeated the [-]-strong army of Huanglong Emperor of the Eastern Wu Dynasty with [-] magic soldiers in the battle of Xiaoyaojin in the past. With such talents and supernatural powers, how can this be an ordinary [-] magic soldiers?"

Chen Xiu spoke with some emotion.

As soon as his thoughts moved, thousands of dead souls all stepped forward and let out a low growl.

A monstrous vicious intent soared into the sky!

He can really do what he wants!

"In the past, Zhang Wenyuan's legion that ruled the world, if he can refine them, it will be a great help!" Chen Xiu had a bit of regret in his eyes: "It's just a pity that I can't do it."

"After all, their dead souls who have passed away can be resurrected with the divine power of Manjushahua. Even if I can bear the karma of the reincarnation seal and try to resurrect them, I am afraid that I can have some power and power now, and I am afraid that I will be able to bring them out of the secret realm." Very troublesome."

While Chen Xiu was thinking, there was a bright and dazzling light blooming in the distance.

Among the lights, the shadow of the yellow dragon soaring and the low voice of the dragon's chant can be vaguely seen.

Six nihilistic sword shadows flickered in the light.

"The Six Swords of the King of Wu, and the shadow of the Yellow Dragon! It should be the emperor of Soochow, right?" Chen Xiu murmured softly.

If he remembered correctly, Zhang Wenyuan should be the one who restrained him perfectly.

After all, the baby is famous for stopping crying, and the sun loses a hundred thousand dollars!

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Qingshan Gong looked up to the sky and laughed out loud, with a bit of extravagance between his brows.

"Master Bishamon, is this a success?"

The woman shrouded in black veil spoke softly, and there was a hint of probing in her bright eyes.

She could indeed feel the inexplicable reverence from the bottom of her heart.

"Emperor Huanglong of the Eastern Wu Dynasty, I have obtained his imperial luck!"

The young man showed a domineering smile: "Even, I have obtained the supernatural power of the overlord of Soochow Wu! Now I am invincible in this Chibi altar!"

The woman's eyes moved slightly, and she said softly: "Young Master Bishamon, please be cautious. After all, there are many talented people here."

"Sorry, I'm a little rude."

The young man caressed his forehead, and there was a golden light shining between his palms
Above the sky, there is a mighty divine light surging.

The ultimate Gengjin Qi fell from the sky like a peerless sharp blade.

In front of the woman is a yellow dragon hovering in the sky like a god, and a golden general as towering as a hill!

"The five elements are in the west, representing Gengjin. According to legend, the yellow dragon is the envoy of the gods!"

The young man smiled lightly and said, "Emperor Dongwu's innate supernatural power is to use the power of Gengjin to imitate the ancient legendary generals in the edict! As long as I am still alive, standing on the earth and not extinguishing the qi, then God will not perish!!"

While speaking, he suddenly laughed lightly: "Unless there is someone who can refine the golden general I created just like a Qi refiner refines a magic weapon! Otherwise, the offensive will continue."

Doesn't that mean you have an immortal and immortal army?

The woman's eyes narrowed slightly, she chuckled lightly and said, "I hope so, but Mr. Bishamon should be more cautious."

Her words were a little colder: "After all, the former Emperor of the Eastern Wu Dynasty was also defeated by Zhang Wenyuan. Maybe someone got Zhang Wenyuan's inheritance?"

(End of this chapter)