Seeing such a situation, Guan Gong's holy soul also frowned on his forehead, and his expression was serious, he was finally about to make a move. Although Bai Qi said such a paragraph before he died: I deserve to die, in the Battle of Changping, Zhao surrendered hundreds of thousands, and I deceived and exhausted the pit, which is enough to die. But if you die once, and today you feed on your soul, and you can count yourself as having done your duty, and no one can do more. If you run out of cultivation because of this, the natal golden pill will not be guaranteed, then it will be over, then, it is really unwise.

As soon as Guan Gong's holy soul stretched out his right hand, and the Qinglong Yanyue Knife was in his hand, he wanted to cut through the mountain of white bones.

Suddenly, there was a burst of golden light in front of him, and the skull mountains that were piled up together were unexpectedly shaken to the side, revealing a small golden pill in the center.

After that, the soul energy fluctuated, and the soul of the Bai Qi Army was transformed into a shape, dressed in bright white silver armor, wearing a star-white battle helmet, a golden beast face belt around his waist, and a big crimson robe. Although his face was sallow and his expression was decadent, a pair of eyes, under the two sword eyebrows, were even brighter, like cold stars in the night, like eagles in the sky, looking around.

"Zhao Kuo, that's all Bai can do. It's not a pity that Bai is dead, but he still has a covenant in his body, and he can't let it go. No matter what you think in the future, no matter how these 450,000 souls look at me, from now on, Bai doesn't want to owe anything more. After finishing slowly, Bai Qijun's soul seemed to have let go of something, and his corrupt face suddenly became rosy.

"Back then, you and I fought a battle, and you didn't blink a blind eye, today, do you dare to fight with Bai Mou again?" just served the soul with his body, which made the soul body broken, but when he said this, his voice was sonorous, and there was no trace of decadence and softness.

The white-faced, long-haired, colorful Zhao Kuo was still full of hatred, looking at Bai Qijun's soul with burning eyes, and asked loudly: "What do you want?"

Bai Qijun's soul didn't match his words, he looked up at the sky, arched his fists with both hands, and shouted in his mouth: "I'm Da Qin Erlang, where are you waiting?"

"We, in". The sound shook the sky and soared into the sky. In the first battle of Changping, the souls of 300,000 old Qin soldiers who also died appeared out of thin air, and they couldn't see the edge at a glance. The banner was unfurled, the bow was bent and the spear was held, except for the neat sound, the army was all in shape, like a forest, and Wei Ran did not move.

If the commander does not have an order, he will stop the war, and if the commander has an order, he will stand up and wait.

The Great Qin army is mighty, Shenzhou praises, and the six countries change.

Defend Lao Qin, go to the national disaster together, the blood will not be dried, and the death will not be truce.

Old Qin, restore my rivers and mountains, blood will not be drained, and death will not be truce.

There is Daqin in the west, such as the Japanese side is born, the country hates for a hundred years, and the sea is difficult to peace.

The world is in turmoil, how to get Kangning, Qin has a sharp man, who competes with him.

The old Qin people struggled, motivated and feared the law, and the old Qin people were united, simple and never gave up easily. After the death of the old Qin, the tombs all faced east, just because they came from Qilu in the east.

Such an army made Ling Lang's soul stir and his mind swayed. Such an army is truly invincible. Sun Wusheng said: It is as fast as the wind, its Xu is like a forest, it is like a fire, and it is as immobile as a mountain. There is only one army that has really done it, or it has done it better than any other army.

"Zhao Kuo, do you dare to fight?" Bai Qijun was dumbfounded, and his fighting spirit was boundless.

"Zhao Guo soldiers, set up the formation. Zhao Kuo's martial soul stood up and pulled out a sword, the blade of the sword pointed at the sky, and the sound shook the four fields.

It is said that Zhao Kuo is incompetent, but he can defeat Wang Su, who was also a famous general at that time, and when he was finally surrounded, he was the first soldier to fight to the death, and even the generals he led consumed more than half of the soldiers led by the military god Bai Qi, how could such a person be incompetent? So he raised his arms again, and the souls still responded in unison. All the Zhao pawn soul thoughts behind Bai Qijun's soul also flew back into their respective soul bodies, and then abandoned those broken skeletons, and the soul body and soul thoughts were united, transforming into the former Zhao Jun costume, silently waiting for the military order.

Some of the more powerful lieutenant generals and lieutenant martial spirits stood up one by one, shouting and commanding, shouting and commanding, sounding horns, arranging troops, forming formations, and arraying formations. In the blink of an eye, the soul of 450,000 Zhao soldiers became an army.

The bones in the ground were scattered, broken into pieces, or turned into dust. In mid-air, the Qin and Zhao armies confronted each other,-for-tat, and they were about to break out.

"Battle ......", Zhao Kuo's martial soul pointed forward with the sword in his hand. "Fight to the death", 450,000 voices responded, surging up. It is said that the six countries are afraid of Qin like tigers and wolves, but they do not include these "sergeants" in front of them. They chose to surrender because the main general was dead, the morale of the army was lost, the food was exhausted, and they were unable to fight again. They were equally afraid of death, but they were not afraid of fighting.

"Kill the ......", Bai Qijun's soul also pointed at the sword, and the army was like a tide, rushing towards all obstacles that blocked their progress, destroying the city and destroying the withered and decaying.

The mountains cannot stop the armour, and the bows and crossbows are like the wind, covering the sky and the sun.

The armies are connected, the memory is still two thousand years ago, behind him is the robe, and in front of him is the enemy. Even if you have no body for a long time, even if only the Yin Soul remains, the enemy?

"Bai Qi ......", Zhao Kuo's soul is the same as before his death, he was not idle, he came by deception, and his personal hatred and national hatred have never disappeared. Bai Qi's military soul, although his cultivation is ten and there are no three or four, he is not afraid, he raises his sword to meet him, kills gods and people, and can't fight.

Those monks and lay souls who used to fly in mid-air to observe have long since left. The nine-story pagoda no longer glowed, and it was completely dimmed. The Lianpo Temple on Daliang Mountain only has a faintly visible light.

There are immortals in the sky, who want to peep, that once thought of a soul thought before falling, but was injured by the yin qi, and the three flowers on the top of the head were cut off; and there are Buddhas who spread their eyes, and they can not escape, although there are 800 Buddhas around them reciting the mantra of the King of the Ming Dynasty, and the fish intestines on the three heads and twelve arms, the lotus flowers, have fallen, and have been dyed with karma.

The battlefield is bloody, and the ghosts cannot be approached, and this ghost realm cannot be reached by gods and Buddhas.

On the contrary, it was the ordinary people around him, because the souls of the dead on both sides had no ill will towards them, except for feeling that the heavens and the earth were changing, the body was cold, and the heart was inexplicably frightened, but there was no other great harm.

There is no mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, because that has already appeared once. But the same goes forward and succeeds, and the soul is afraid of disappearing. You die, or I die. That's all.

Evil and evil, vast and boundless. Heaven, earth, man and demon are silent.

In the middle of the battlefield, Ling Lang already felt that his soul was unstable, so he wanted to come out of the four mountains and turn his soul into a lotus flower. Seeing this, Guan Gong's holy soul hurriedly shouted: "It is like a soul mountain, only a soul lotus." Then, he was also the same as the Qinglong Ancient Tree, and shouted at the same time in his mouth: "Where is Ping'er?"

A blue-robed and silver-armored general appeared, arched his fist and replied lightly: "Father, Ping'er is here." ”

"Sacrifice the official seal, and if there is any omission, you will protect him. Guan Gong's holy soul also had a heavy face, pointed to Ling Lang's soul body in the lotus flower, and instructed Guan Ping to look at the soul.

Seven hundred and fifty thousand Yin Souls, like insect army ant colonies, densely packed, except for Bai Qi Army Soul and Zhao Kuo Martial Soul, there is almost no gap left in other visible places.

This "battle" is beyond the scope of Guan Gong's holy soul's cognition during his lifetime, and the battle of Chibi back then, known as one million, is actually half the scale in front of him. Although the warring parties are not physical entities, because of the memory regression, they will also scream and wail, some unyielding and unwilling, or relieved or nostalgic.

Moreover, the soul and body compete with each other, less limited by the terrain, and the battlefield is more open. Soldier against soldier, general against general, catch and kill, and the yin qi is flourishing, black smoke is billowing, the soul weight is overlapping, and the tragedy is better than the fierce battle of the living. Not to mention being attacked by the war spirit, even the shouting and killing howls can make people's souls scatter.

The thousand-zhang green dragon has shrunk to ten zhang, and the towering ancient tree is also only three zhang high, opening a separate semi-circular soul domain to protect the three "people". Guan Gong's holy soul didn't dare to brush his beard, holding the Qinglong Sword in both hands, making gestures, and looking around cautiously.

At the beginning, the ghosts on both sides, fearing the powerful power of the Qinglong Ancient Tree, were quite far away. But when the first Yin Soul was shot down on the Soul Domain, it was not completely "dead", and the Yin Soul that followed stopped hesitating and pounced straight up, one, two, three...... Countless of them, fighting each other, actually pressed the green dragon to only four zhang, and the ancient tree was less than two zhang.

Ling Lang sat in the lotus stamen and accidentally opened it to take a look. Seeing the distorted face on the verge of death outside the Soul Domain, as well as the eyes that protruded from the "dead" eyes, Ling Lang actually felt his heart shake. Although he tried his best to tell himself that they were not life, they were just yin souls, but in the soul thoughts, the heavenly demon had been born, and the face of the "young man" in the lotus suddenly turned pale, and the lotus under the seat, the ninth grade lotus petal, withered and fell off in an instant.

Guan Gong Holy Soul hurriedly roared: "Close your eyes and hold Yuan Shouben." The voice contained the true meaning of the roar of the lion of Buddhism, which shocked the soul of the heavenly demon to retreat. Ling Lang hurriedly took the opportunity to settle down, lowered his eyebrows and sang, not daring to be curious to see and listen more. Guan Ping's soul on the side also hurriedly raised the official seal and hung it on his head, so that there would be no more accidents.

I don't know how long it took, Ling Lang, who had fallen into a deep inner thought, seemed to faintly hear Guan Gong's holy soul shouting to himself, and then slowly opened his soul eyes.

When I looked at it again, the ghosts that filled the sky and the earth were cleared, and there was only a "small" pile around them, less than 10,000. Looking closely, it was all Qin army uniforms, and there was no one left.

750,000 soldiers, after a battle, in the end only two defeated, from then on dust to dust, earth to earth.

The soul has been annihilated and vanished, but this ancient battlefield still seems to have endless sorrow, spreading and drifting.

"Crackling ......", silver light crossed, illuminating the sky and the earth, and then the wind rose, the rain fell, is it the same sorrow of heaven and earth?

I don't know who opened the head first, and then the rest of the soldiers' souls sang in unison:

Do you say that you have no clothes? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear. Enmity with the Son!

How can you say that you have no clothes? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear halberd. Work with the son!

Do you say that you have no clothes, and you are clothed with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my armor soldiers. Walk with the son!

A song of Qin Feng, the song has sorrow and pain, but there is no regret;

A song without clothes, the song has nostalgia and reluctance, but more importantly: the same pride, send each other today.