"The man of heaven and earth, the mountains, rivers, grass and trees, the sun, moon and stars all have spirits!"

"His man is the primate of all things, divided into three souls and seven spirits, divided into yin and yang. In short, it can be divided into body and soul!"

"The flesh has been in spring and autumn for a hundred years, but after all, it is just a piece of loess. The proof of the rest of the world is only the soul. When a person dies and has no soul to live in, he or he is reincarnated in the underworld, and finally he is completely annihilated. Or don't want to enter the underworld, wander the world, and be in fear all year round!"

"Therefore, there is a saying that between heaven and earth, there is a tower to summon spirits. There is the art of restraining the spirit, and there is the matter of the Yin soldier borrowing the way......"

When Lin Huang realized that 'raising millions of soldiers', the voice of Huang Zhong Dalu sounded in the sea of knowledge, just like the characters of a thousand years ago were talking about the mystery of heaven and earth.

"The so-called 'raising troops' means to summon spirits. The predecessor was a powerful tribe of witches, who could see the wandering spirits of the world and surpass the lonely souls and wild ghosts. Since you can surpass the souls of the dead, you can also gather the souls of the dead to fight, form a powerful spirit of war, and attack and kill the Quartet! The essence of raising millions of troops is like this!"

In the room, Lin Huang was slightly distracted, and he understood the essence of 'raising millions of troops', which is to summon the souls of heaven and earth to fight together!

And the more powerful the martial soul, the more the martial artist cultivates to the depths, and the more heaven and earth souls can be summoned, up to hundreds, thousands, thousands......

Lin Huang rubbed his palms, slightly moved, and felt slightly shocked in his heart, only to say that he underestimated the power of this martial spirit.

What about the quality of the ground steps? If one day you can raise a million martial marquis, or a million martial kings, then how vast and magnificent it should be.

At the beginning in the Yin Yang Valley, Xuanyuan raised troops in the realm of the Martial Emperor, carrying millions of soldiers, attacking and killing the evil king, which can be seen.

No wonder the latter can be invincible as soon as he enters the martial arts, and invincible as soon as he enters the martial king!

Lin Huang even found that once he really carried a million battle souls, his attack and killing skills would definitely be among the top 30 in the mainland's attack and killing skills.

"Hoo ......"

In the room, Lin Huang breathed a long sigh of relief, and his heart was even more grateful for the gift of Xuanyuan Tibing, who undoubtedly left the true inheritance to himself.

And he can't even destroy the name of raising millions of troops.

Lin Huang immediately closed his eyes and began to browse the cultivation technique of raising millions of soldiers.

It may take a long time to really raise a million troops, but the road is coming out step by step!

"In my name, the sun and the moon are revealed. With my body as my body, pray for the return of my soul...... In my name, tell the mountains and rivers. With my blood as a guide, pray for the return of my soul...... In my name, I tell the people. Take my soul as an oath and pray for the return of my soul......"

In the sea of knowledge in the forest wilderness, there are countless ancient and decaying big characters flying. It is as if the ancient high priest was on the altar, with his hands to the heavens, praying with great devotion.

At the same time, the slight movement of the 'raising millions of troops' in the Xuanhai seemed to have a trace of fresh breath.

And in the darkness, Lin Huang could feel the changes in the breath between heaven and earth, and it seemed that countless souls opened their eyes and felt a trace of extremely weak summoning power......

As soon as you cultivate, a whole day passes.

When Lin Huang opened his eyes again, his brows furrowed slightly. He could barely sense the existence of the souls in heaven and earth, but he couldn't summon them anyway.

It seems that the method is wrong!

Lin Huang lowered his head slightly and pondered. The scene of Xuanyuan raising troops in the Yin Yang Valley with millions of troops kept coming to mind, and I thought about it carefully.

"Is it possible...... At that time, Xuanyuan couldn't summon the souls wandering between heaven and earth? Otherwise, why would the latter lead a million troops to the Yin Yang Valley? Or was it the limitation of the one million troops themselves, they didn't have the ability to summon lonely souls, but could only summon the souls who were willing to fight with them?"

Lin Huang got up, poured himself a cup of tea, and after taking a sip of the slight astringency, he was not arrogant or impatient before he immersed himself in cultivation again.

Half a day later, Lin Huang still found nothing......

On the contrary, there was an extremely slight tremor in the dusty 'Fengtian Bronze Ancient Great Wall' in his body, which made Lin Huang sensitively capture.

"It's hard to ......"

Lin Huang didn't say his guess, but his pupils dilated slightly, and his heart suddenly excited. The voice of divine consciousness suddenly sounded in the Xuan Sea, like a misty heavenly sound, heading towards the ancient Great Wall.

"In my name, the sun and the moon are revealed. With my body as my body, pray for the return of my soul...... In my name, tell the mountains and rivers. With my blood as a guide, pray for the return of my soul...... In my name, I tell the people. Take my soul as an oath and pray for the return of my soul......"

When Lin Huang finished saying this mantra, the finger-sized bronze ancient Great Wall trembled again.

Lin Huang's spirit was shocked, and his heart was suddenly determined. Raising millions of martial spirits will definitely summon the three thousand heroic spirits in the Bronze Ancient Great Wall.

Three thousand martial kings, all in one place, it is an existence comparable to the realm of martial saints.

In the room, Lin Huang almost jumped like crazy!

However, with Lin Huang's current realm and the cultivation level of raising millions of soldiers, it is naturally impossible to raise 3,000 heroic souls.

After three days of hard work, it only made the shaking amplitude of the Bronze Ancient Great Wall a little larger. Not yet a single battle spirit has been summoned by the forest wilderness.

Lin Huang was helpless, and when he guessed, he knew that there were three thousand more heroic souls who had slept to death. However, Lin Huang was not discouraged in the slightest, martial arts cultivation was originally a water mill, and he paid attention to a drop of water to wear.

If anything was done overnight, he would have to go to the Martial Saint Realm long ago.

Squeak......

Another three days passed, and there was still not much progress in the forest famine. Song Changling, who lived next door, couldn't bear the loneliness anymore, and pushed the door into Lin Huang's room.

"Don't you feel bored cultivating every day?"

Song Changling scratched his head and asked suspiciously.

"Don't you find it boring to read every day?"

Lin Huang asked rhetorically.

"It must be extremely interesting to look at that!"

Song Changling laughed, sat on the ancient table in the room, turned over a wine glass, and said to Lin Huang: "No wine!"

"Isn't there a place to sell alcohol on the ferry?"

"No money!"

Song Changling spread his hands, and his sleeves were properly breezed.

Lin Huang pouted and smiled, and threw a few pots of wine to Song Changling. He never expected that since Song Changling drank for the first time, he couldn't stop. According to Song Changling's explanation, drinking is a scholar's unique style.

Subsequently, Lin Huang threw a thousand beads of spirit stones to Song Changling with blood dripping in his heart. I don't have time to cultivate by myself, so I can't starve the latter to death. Anyway, he is also a scholar, and he looks like the kind of person who can't pull down to strangers and beg for wine.

"I'll pay you back later!"

Song Changling smiled and accepted a thousand beads of spirit stones.

"When will it be in the future?"

Lin Huang asked with a smile.

"This ...... After I arrived in the Taixuan Domain, I wrote books to make money!"

Song Changling patted his chest and promised.

Lin Huang pouted, not believing half a word.

"Why don't we bow down......"

Song Changling suddenly slapped the table and stood up.

Lin Huang turned around in disgust, "If you bow down, you and I won't be separated? You think you don't have to pay back? There's no reason like that!"

Song Changling sat down suddenly, and after taking a sip of wine, he said with a smile: "Don't worry, I, Song Changling, am not the kind of person who owes money and doesn't pay it back." Even if it costs my life, I can give it back to you. This is the backbone of our readers!"

Lin Huang waved his hand, too lazy to talk nonsense with Song Changling.

"This evening, there is a 'gourd show' on the ferry, whether you go to see it or not, it will definitely help you!"

Song Changling continued.

Lin Huang turned to look at the latter, "What kind of 'gourd play' won't be the words of a little lady's boudoir?"

"Vulgar!"

Song Changling stared at Lin Huang with disdain, as if he was disgusted with making such a friend who made him embarrassed, and then said: "It was two months ago that Qin Changsheng reappeared on the mainland and fought the big drama of the major families!

"Let's go!"

Before Song Changling's words fell, Lin Huang had already walked out of the room.

(End of chapter)