"I'm back!" Dust's voice came from the east, and as soon as the voice was finished, the others were already standing on the roof of the building.

"You used filthy soil to capture the corpse?" said the Celestial Master's face was both happy and worried.

"It's filth and corpses. I summoned all the figurines in the imperial mausoleum that Emperor Qin used to guard his tomb. Feng Chen nodded, and couldn't help but admire: "It's not a loss, it's the army with the strongest military quality at that time, it's really powerful." ”

"Good, good. The Heavenly Master excitedly said three good things in a row, but then said with some worry: "Using this filthy soil to capture the corpse will cost you a long life, senior brother, you ......."

"Out of the way. "Feng Chen waved his hand, the reason why the forbidden technique can be a forbidden technique, in addition to the strange ability it possesses, is also the backlash against the caster. It is impossible to use extraordinary power without paying a certain price.

For example, if the Celestial Master's Soul Snatcher is worth 100 under normal conditions, then after he casts the Soul Snatching Forbidden Technique, the essence will be lost by 30 or 40, leaving only 60 or 70. It should be noted that if there is sixty left, then he will always be only sixty, and the remaining seventy will always be only seventy, and it may be reduced due to other factors in the future, but it is absolutely impossible to increase it again, and it is impossible to return back to one hundred.

The filthy soil and corpse capture used by the old way of sealing the dust is also a forbidden technique, and this technique also has an impact on the essence element, but it does not mainly affect the essence element, but it will affect the spirit of his whole person, and the consequences are more serious than the soul snatching technique of the old heavenly master.

Soul snatching is also related to the living, but the filthy earth corpse is really dealing with the yin.

After sealing the dust to perform this, he controlled so many yin spirits at the same time, and these yin spirits were still trapped underground for more than 2,000 years, which added yin to yin. Although there was still a spirit banner between him and the Ten Thousand Dao Yin Spirits, the Yin Qi of the Yin Spirits still invaded his body. He just relied on his profound skills to temporarily suppress the yin qi.

By controlling the Yin Soul through this technique, the Yin Qi is deeply implanted in the caster's body (this is because if you can't do this, you can't control the Yin Soul smoothly), so it is impossible to get rid of the Yin Qi. can only rely on the power to suppress, and there is no way to completely suppress it, the yin qi will continue to erode his essence and spirit, and his spirit will become more and more sluggish over time, his state will become worse and worse, his physical condition will become worse and worse, and his life span will naturally not be long.

"That's all for later. At present, the lives of millions of people in Chang'an City should be put first. With a casual hand, the old man raised his hand and shot a golden light into the sky, flying directly into the spirit banner hanging high in the air. He turned to Wu Ran on the top of the building in the distance and shouted, "Old thief, you may defeat Emperor Qin's personal soldiers?"

"Hmph!" Wu Ran snorted coldly, although there was resentment in his heart, he was not panicked: "The old man of Emperor Qin's army has also heard of it a little. It's tough, but it's too small. How many warriors and soldiers have you transferred from the Imperial Tomb? 8,000, 10,000, or 15,000? At most, no more than 20,000.

The Imperial Tomb is such a big place, how many soldiers and horses can it hold?"

"It's true. When they came from the mausoleum, there were 11,000 soldiers and horses, and when they passed through the Bahe River, they lost 2,500 figurines. Only 8,500 people participated in the battle. "Feng Chen didn't hide it, there was no need to bluff, because in less than ten minutes, Wu Ran would be able to roughly detect the number of figurines.

"It's only eight thousand and five, even if you are brave, what can you do?" Wu Ran secretly pinched the five fingers of his right hand in his sleeve, and his heart was more stable: "At this moment, the monsters controlled by the old man are full of seventy thousand. If you want to win against the old man, unless those figurines can be ten with one!"

"Then let's see if Emperor Qin's personal army has the combat power of one as ten!" Feng Chen's old dao had just seen the momentum of the figurine's army, and he was full of confidence at this time.

"Just take a look!" Wu Ran also let out cruel words, showing no weakness. After ten minutes, though, his face began to turn ugly.

When Feng Chendao came to the top of this building a moment ago, the figurines scattered from the Baqiao District had not yet officially confronted the monsters in the city, and it was only ten minutes later that the two sides met in the streets and began a bloody fight.

Wu Ran's monsters were given the order to attack by him, and when they saw those figurines, they pounced, although they were numerous, but they lacked organization, and they seemed to attack in groups, but in fact they were fighting separately, tearing and biting in an orderly manner. Such an offensive can have a deterrent effect on flesh and blood, but the enemy on the opposite side is not flesh and blood, but clay figurines.

After the figurines were sealed and gave the order to fight through the spirit flag, they followed the instructions of their respective generals to fight, as they did on the battlefield two thousand years ago, pointing where to fight, and their actions were based on tactics, and everyone fought side by side in the past, experienced life and death, and after being buried in the imperial tomb, they got along for more than 2,000 years.

However, in just a short time, the monsters were killed on their backs, without any previous arrogance and presumptuousness.

Because the Qin Dynasty had a special system for judging military merits - the number of enemies killed was based on the number of heads. You say you killed an enemy, but what about the evidence? Take the head of an enemy as evidence, and I'll believe it. If not, sorry, don't believe me.

And because the Qin State is not ambiguous in rewarding soldiers with military merits, there is no ambiguity at all in rewarding meritorious deeds. This is very trusted by the soldiers, and if you do a good job as a big soldier, you can be promoted to general. Therefore, the soldiers at the bottom of the Qin State are looking forward to fighting more than anyone else, because as long as they fight, they can kill the enemy and lead the army, and with military merits, they can be promoted and make a fortune, who doesn't want to do this kind of thing?

Therefore, when the Qin State was fighting with other countries at that time, the soldiers of the Qin army would usually cut off people's heads and pin them to their waists with excitement after killing the enemy. Then he continued to fight with his spear and sword.

You can boldly imagine that these soldiers of the Qin State who killed the enemy and cut off their heads have no fear or anger on their faces, and what can be seen from their faces is only ecstasy - haha, Lao Tzu killed a person, you see, his head is pinned to my trouser belt. Eh, you're an enemy, don't run, don't run, let me cut off your head first!

If the soldiers of the enemy army saw such an opponent, how much would their hearts tremble?

This will cause a shadow that will never shine in people's hearts.

Even though it has been sealed for more than 2,000 years, and has not been on the battlefield to kill the enemy for more than 2,000 years, this fine tradition is still preserved by the figurines.

As a result, this scene can be seen in the city of Chang'an - the streets are full of figurines running around with human heads, carrying human heads in one hand (because there is no belt after the adult figurines), and in the other hand holding their blades high, they continue to slash and stab at those monsters.

The heads of the infantry and crossbowmen are carried in their hands, and they chase the monsters around with the steps of the chariots; the cavalry figurines hang their heads on horseback, hold the reins in one hand, and hold the spear in the other, and the horses under them can simply pierce the monsters' heads neatly, pick them up and cut their necks, hang them on the horse's back, and continue to look for the next target; as for the figurines driving the chariots, they are not as comfortable as the above two, the chariots are pulled by four horses in parallel, such a wide body, limited by the space of the streets and alleys of the city, they can only drive on the wide road, and they can't chase the monsters as freely as other colleagues do。 Despite such a great inconvenience, these figurines also carried one or two heads on their chariots.

These figurines probably found the feeling of 2,000 years ago, the more they fight, the more they kill, the more energetic they become, just like a group of old farmers wandering in the summer melon fields, their faces are full of harvest joy, and they are all scrambling to pick the big watermelons all over the ground.