In fact, there were some more trivial adjustments to the gossip lines before the resurrection.

There was no essence in the pot before, so even if the adjustment was right, there would be no reaction, and I didn't know what was right and what was wrong. At this time, it was just the opportunity for Wang Ce to study the gossip lines.

The bronze pot has a wisp of remnant soul of countless ancient Chinese celebrities and fierce people, and it not only needs the soul of Wang Ce, a disciple of Yan and Huang, to be resurrected, but also needs the spirit and soul to nourish and strengthen them.

The spirit is not mentioned, purely talking about the essence and blood, who can be more vigorous than the warrior?

Therefore, the higher the cultivation, the more vigorous the qi and blood, and the bronze pot can be absorbed in order to resurrect the more powerful fierce people.

As a result, Wang Ce's original plan to take the bronze pot to a certain battlefield and absorb the essence and soul of 10,000 soldiers basically fell through to nothing-if the cultivation was low, he could only resurrect the Yin soldiers if he absorbed it, which was meaningless.

What's especially terrible is that the bronze kettle's absorption range of essence and soul is not infinite, but very limited. Of course, if Wang Ce's cultivation is high, and there are more resurrected fierce people, the scope will naturally expand.

For now, it's not worth mentioning.

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Put the gossip lines at the mercy of half a day.

Wang Ceyin had some experience and digested it thoughtfully.

The Tai Chi Pisces in the Bagua diagram seems to have a special mystery, the fish's eye is the main hub, one of which is about the resurrection call, and the other is about the fish's eye?

This gave Wang Ce the feeling that it was like two sets of operating systems installed on a computer. Fisheye is the key to switching systems, one of the fisheye switching out of the system, he knows, what about the other?

"Don't worry, I'm not in the last life, and I'm going to explore the mystery slowly. Wang Ce shook his hand open-mindedly and condensed his mind: "Okay, the research is over, it's time to summon!"

"I remember last time, some lines weren't the same color?"

Wang Ce vaguely felt that it seemed that the color of these gossip lines seemed to represent the level of essence and soul stored in the pot.

"Make a note first, now, summon me!"

The hint of the spirit of the bronze pot just gave some reactions. Is it to summon a mysterious ghost war spirit, or multiple Yin soldiers!

"Of course it's a ghost!" Wang Ce gritted his teeth in anger, and strongly despised that dead ghost body breaking realm master, what kind of thing, only to have such a little spirit.

A faint mist spit out from the spout, and gradually condensed into a lifeless middle-aged man, with a yellow dotted line on his heart!

Wang Ce is satisfied, the dotted line is the lower level, the solid line is the middle level, and the glowing is the upper level.

The rank of the War Spirit is very easy to identify, not only the heart, but also the eyes. It's just that most people try to hide these traits.

The Yin Soldier is the black line, the Hades guard is the white line, the Heroic Warrior is the blue line, the Mysterious Ghost is the yellow line, the Renxiong is the red line, the Jedi is the blue line, and the Tyrant is the purple line!

Here's the trouble!

Wang Ce looked at this war spirit with a bitter face, Xuan Ghost, is his blood enough!

I really can't bear the itching in my heart, I really want to know which fierce man this is! As soon as he gritted his teeth, Wang Ce cut his finger and sent it up with a tragic face: "Suck it! You vampires!"

The blood flowed rapidly, and Wang Ce's face turned from pale to green, as if he was stepping on cotton and floating in the clouds for a while.

Well, I don't know yet, it turns out that a lot of blood loss will have such a refreshing taste! Wang Cemei thought diligently, maybe the pleasure of taking drugs is nothing more than that.

Suddenly, Wang Ce shuddered. No! This is a symptom of a lot of blood loss hallucinations!

Falling to the ground with a snap, Wang Ce almost lost his ability to breathe, and another burst of taste as if he had been torn spread through his soul.

I swear that before Xiu Wei went up, he would never try the Xuan Ghost again.

This Mysterious Ghost War Spirit was silent for a long time, condensing the spirit surname, the previous ordinary war spirit actually had an extraordinary and tranquil temperament for no reason!

This war spirit floated over, bowed down to Wang Ce, and exclaimed:

"Tao Qian, Tao Yuanming, meet the lord!"

Wang Ce lay motionless like a piece of wood, tears of remorse: "Uncle Tao, you have sucked my blood dry, I am now an empty shell!"

Wait!Tao ...... Deep pool...... Ming! "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring" is a generation of grandmasters in idyllic poetry!

Wang Ce reluctantly stood up with a blue face, looked at the uncle, and praised in surprise: "It's really fierce!"

"Damn, I'm already looking forward to the day when Li Bai and Liu Sanbian will be resurrected!"

"Sister Xiangjun, I'm sorry for you. You're going back to the world of the pot. Wang Ce did not hesitate, sent Xiangjun's sister back to the bronze pot, and with a move of his mind, he recalled Tao Yuanming back to the pattern of his heart!

No, this one picture can only hold one war spirit.

Pi was careful that after they got the War Spirit, they never really possessed it. It's because they haven't tested their bodies yet, and they haven't been dealt with by the "refiners", so they can't contain the war spirit on their bodies.

"This time I lost blood, I have to make up for at least three months. ”

fell on the bed, Wang Ce couldn't wait to fall asleep. Getting up and touching the empty teapot, he walked out of the bedroom with a disappointed buttress, and pouted: "I'm so thirsty!"

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Grabbing the gourd, scooped up a scoop of water, and poured it in one go.

"Huh?" Wang Ce's heart moved.

At this time, Wang Duan, who should have been sleeping, jumped out of the house with an arrow step in full armor, and shouted: "Who!"

A sound shook the air, and a ghostly figure emerged from the night, and swooped down quickly, eating the fierce knife technique of the king.

However, in order to gain the cultivation of the comer, a gang qi was released, and Wang Duan's knife was shaken away, and at the same time, the knife held in both hands instantly burst out with infinite sword qi!

Boom! Wang Ce's bedroom was swept into the sky full of flying debris by a knife without any suspense!

"Hahaha, I, Duan Qizhen, have finally avenged my son!" The visitor stood on the wall and laughed madly: "Little bastard, I want you to die and you won't be able to form a war spirit!"

A sword qi that swept through thousands of armies exploded in an instant, as if a big bomb had been thrown, and the king was blown away with an astonishing attitude.

The mid-empty Wang Duan spurted out a mouthful of blood, and on the tip of his mad tiger-like toes, he pounced again: "Duan Qizhen!

"Daddy!"

Wang Ce stood on the ruins of his bedroom, shouted, Wang Xuan's breath stagnated, and he was ecstatic: "Xiao Ce, you're fine!"

"Impossible!" Duan Qizhen roared wildly: "Under my sword qi, how can you survive!"

A disc rotated and leaped down like a giant eagle hunting rabbit, the fierceness of the coming force is unimaginable!

Seeing that Wang Ce was about to be spared! Wang Ce kicked the wall down, and then drifted away!

Behind the dust from the fallen wall, there was a medium-sized crossbow, and with a loud bang, a crossbow shot at a close distance!

Wang Ce was on the ruins, just to find the crossbow, and when he raised his hand, a crossbow was shot.

A smile suddenly froze, and his eyes widened: "I'm grass!"

I'm grass, I'm grass, I'm sloppy!

The Gangfeng Realm is so terrifying!

The Gang Feng of the body's reaction actually shocked this fierce crossbow arrow to a great reduction, and only shot into Duan Qizhen's body by an inch!

Duan Qizhen sneered: "Little bastard, do you think this can kill me?"

Unexpectedly, he grabbed the crossbow arrow from the crossbow and threw it backhand!

Wang Ce felt as if he had been hit in the shoulder by an eight-pound hammer, and he was knocked several meters away by this small crossbow arrow!