Legend has it that Qin Shi Huang specially burned terracotta warriors and horses for burial in order to be able to enjoy the emperor-like treatment underground.

When you go underground, you can also have thousands of troops and horses, and you can support them.

The simple clay figurines and horse figurines have no soul, so when the figurines were burned, they were made of living people.

First the living person is completely wrapped in a layer of gauze, then sealed with clay, and finally burned in the kiln, just like burning bricks, and then taken out after burning, so that a living figurine is made.

Therefore, in the small part of the terracotta warriors and horses of the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang that can be visited, the faces of the figurines are lifelike, and there are thousands of people.

When the secret legend put down these figurines to be buried with them, they were put in together, as well as the souls of these soldiers. Legend has it that Wu Zhu used magic to lay a formation on the entire imperial tomb at that time, trapping the souls of all the figurines in it and not being able to come out.

If you want to use the filthy earth to capture the corpse, you must first extract the souls of those soldiers from the formation, and then use a special secret method to re-infuse them into their respective bodies. Finally, the Taoist charm is attached to the body of the figurine, so that you can gain control of the terracotta warriors.

Feng Chen's old way stood firmly in the air, casually ripped off the wide and long Taoist robe on his body, raised it forward, and the robe shook, spreading out in the wind in the sky, floating there like a kite.

He bit the index finger of his right hand, and a drop of essence blood popped out of the robe, and then he sealed his hands and cast two or three spells that emitted golden light, and the spells were attached to the robe, and the body of the yellow robe slowly emitted a faint golden glow, which was quite dazzling in the dark night sky.

"Conjuring flags. He wrote a string of obscure words on his robe in the air, and then waved a palm from the imperial tomb below, and the palm wind was invisible, penetrating the ground.

After the blow, there was silence for a moment, and the old man frowned slightly, which was not the same as he expected: "Trapped Soul Formation, why is it so strong?"

There was not so much time, he did not hesitate to draw the long sword straddling his waist, the true qi poured into the sword body, the long sword emitted a glittering purple light, and then he slashed downward, a purple sword qi shot out from the sword, getting bigger and bigger, when it was close to the ground, it had risen to a length of nearly a hundred zhang, and look at the posture, it was almost about to split the imperial tomb in half.

There was a loud bang, the earth shook, and the part of the imperial tomb for tourists to watch was split by this sword qi A huge gap, and the sword qi penetrated dozens of zhang deep underground.

With this sword split, there was a sudden movement in the imperial tomb, and the breathtaking ghost cried wolf.

Tens of thousands of souls rushed out of the gap, rushed to the gap, and fled in all directions.

They have been trapped here for too long, not counting the servants of Qin Shi Huang during their lifetime, and after their deaths, they guarded the mausoleum for their king for more than 2,000 years, and they wanted to get out, but they couldn't get out because they were trapped by the formation, and at this moment the formation finally broke a hole, and they frantically escaped from it.

However, as soon as he broke out of the barrier, before he could get at ease, he was attracted by a powerful, irresistible suction.

"From the east of the house, the disciples go out, the night Yaksha ghost, the divine water swallows, all things turn into water, Lao Jun manifests, and he is as anxious as the law!"

The conjuring mantra sounded in the quiet night sky, and the old man Feng Chendao was still holding the mantra in his hand, and the golden light on the robe suspended not far in front of him became even brighter. The souls that had fled in all directions were attracted by this golden light, and they involuntarily rose into the air, and all of them threw themselves into the robes.

There was no suitable object for a while, so the old man had to take off his robe and make a spirit flag, which contained all the souls in the imperial tomb.

"Thank you for your hard work. Feng Chendao said to the robe.

The robe contained tens of thousands of souls, it seems to have become a lot more swollen, from the surface of the robe, you can roughly see the human head, the outline of the facial features on it is printed, densely, the robe is covered with such human heads. The expressions of their facial features were very painful, their mouths were open, as if they were shouting, and they could faintly hear the ghost cries of their souls, which spread in the night wind, and they were very infiltrating.

The seal in the hand of the old man changed again, and one golden light cluster after another bloomed in his hand, all of which entered the robe that had been turned into a spirit flag.

"The stars are changing, and the clouds are changing. Take the wind back and go back. The body is dead, and it has to be bold. Thousands of souls, listen to my orders!"

The last handprint was a total of seventy-seven four hundred and ninety-ten, and in a matter of moments, it was pinched by the old way of sealing the dust, and a ball of golden light that was enough to cover his whole person was thrown into the spirit banner by him, and under the impact, it seemed to explode a huge golden firework.

Thousands of souls turned into debris scattered by fireworks, burst out, fell in a swoop, and rushed back to the underground imperial tomb again, and each soul found its own figurine body and drilled in.

The handprint of the old man changed again, and he shouted: "Filthy soil and corpses!"

There was a dense sound of blades clattering from the underground imperial tombs, the click of something breaking, and the sound of digging in the earth.

In a few moments, many figurines rushed out of the part of the mausoleum that tourists could visit, and even they rushed out with carriages, and even the souls of the horses were poured back and moved.

The horse-drawn chariot was in front, followed by a group of figurines armed with spears and bronze swords, and Graka ran and rushed out after the carriage.

This frightened the staff on duty in the Imperial Mausoleum Scenic Area, the security guards and other staff saw that the figurines in the figurine pit were moving, and even vaguely heard them shouting the sound of killing, so frightened that their legs were weak, and they didn't even bother to call the police, and they turned their heads and fled with urine.

The ground collapsed one after another, and from time to time new figurines and wagons rushed out from under the collapsed holes, but in only a few minutes, all the figurines buried in the ground ran to the ground.

These figurines are thousands of faces, tall, short, fat and thin, all of them are wearing battle armor, especially those figurines that have just climbed up from the depths of the imperial tomb that have never been developed by modern people, they are even more lifelike, these figurines have ruddy complexions like living people, brown clothes on their bodies, cyan battle armor, black combat boots, dark cloaks and so on.

And the figurines and chariots and horses in the figurine pits that were mined earlier have lost their color due to prolonged exposure to the air.

There were no less than 10,000 figurines, including soldiers with chariots drawn by horses of four skins, cavalrymen riding horses straddling iron horses, infantry armed with spears, crossbowmen with crossbows, others with lances and scimitars, and so on.

They consciously divided their troops, arranged their arrays, and stood by neatly on the surface above the imperial tomb.

After the large procession was lined up, from the depths of the imperial tomb underground, there were a few sparse, but crisp clattering horses' hooves. The sound came far and wide in the quiet of the night.

Several figurines riding high-headed war horses and three-foot green blade swords slowly walked out of the collapsed hole, each standing at the head of each army.

In the next second, these generals suddenly drew out the bronze swords on their waists at the same time, swung them twice from the top of their heads, and made a sound of breaking the air, pointing straight ahead. After this set of actions, the majestic killing intent overflowed and spread to the soldiers behind them.

As a result, these soldiers all knocked on the weapons in their hands, and their movements were uniform, and the sound of clanging sounded at the same time, magnifying the sound of each individual knock dozens of times, and becoming deafening.

After a round of sounds, Huo Ran, the generals on horseback, put away their bronze swords, and the tapping of the soldiers behind them also stopped, and the entire school field returned to calm.

Feng Chen's old way looked at these battle-hardened soldiers, and sighed in his heart: It is really the strongest army among the Seven Heroes of the Warring States, and it is really brave. Even if it is dead, even if it is smeared with a layer of clay and burned into figurines, even if it has been more than 2,000 years, the momentum has not weakened by half a point, and even because it has been precipitated for more than 2,000 years, it has become more sophisticated and sophisticated, which makes people feel afraid at a glance.

Yingzheng, Yingzheng, look at your army. With them guarding you for more than 2,000 years, you must have slept very soundly.

"Don't worry, I'll give them back to you. Feng Chen's old way murmured in a low voice towards the deepest part of the imperial mausoleum, his quiet gaze seemed to penetrate hundreds of meters of soil, and he saw the underground palace at the bottom of the imperial mausoleum, and saw the countless night pearls inlaid on the top of the palace, symbolizing the sun, moon and stars, and saw the river of mercury flowing around the palace under the illumination of the night pearls, and also saw the luxurious sarcophagus that was surrounded by the stars and the moon on the high platform in the center, and saw the former overlord of the world lying quietly in the coffin。

Feng Chen's old way retracted his gaze, looked at the group of murderous soldiers, and was suddenly full of confidence. He could feel the traction between himself and those soldiers, and at this moment, those fierce generals were at his disposal.

He casually hooked his finger at the robe that was still floating in the air, and the robe staggered behind him like a shadow.

He turned his head and glanced in the direction of Chang'an City, thinking about it, from leaving the city to coming here and completing the Filthy Earth Corpse Capture Technique, the time would be more than half an hour, hoping that the Heavenly Master would be able to hold on.

He couldn't delay any longer, he raised his right hand and drew a spell on the palm of his left hand to capture the corpses, so that he could control the figurines and soldiers more easily.

Then he beckoned to the soldiers of the figurines, and pointed in the direction of the city: "Soldiers, kill me back!"

The figurines below comprehended, and they who had not been on the battlefield for a long time also showed eagerness, as if in response to the command of the dust, they and the war horses under their crotches hated to chop their feet at the same time, and made a booming sound, and the momentum was monstrous.

The dust turned into a purple mang again, and flew back towards the city, behind the purple mang, followed by the scorching golden spirit flag, and the spirit flag was summoned to follow it by those well-trained and murderous warriors.

"Old thief, see how you fight now!?"