After all, the Yin Soldier is Yin Quality, and the restrictions are too great. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoBut if you possess a paper figure made of secret methods, you will be able to exert even more powerful power.

If it is combined with illusion, even true and false, false and true, it can conjure up a whole army, even on the battlefield, it can be used.

In history, it is not an example of a master of Taoism, who uses paper-cutting as a soldier to confront the imperial army.

Of course, Tang Changsheng was not prepared to make such a big deal, and he did not have such a strong cultivation. However, with the paper figures made by the descendants of the King of the Wonderful Hands, he was able to greatly increase the strength of the Yin soldiers under his command!

It's just that these spells don't last long, and they can't be used until a critical moment. Now that the enemy has not yet appeared, naturally the last step cannot be carried out.

At this time, Tang Changsheng raised his hand instead, releasing a cloud of yin wind. There was another Yin soldier who appeared in front of Tang Changsheng, but unlike other Yin soldiers, this Yin soldier looked much more agile, and even had spiritual intelligence.

Seeing Tang Changsheng at this moment, he immediately bowed down and saluted: "Mage!"

Tang Changsheng bowed slightly, this was the scholar ghost called Juniper that Tang Changsheng got last time, and he was under his seat as a Yin soldier at this moment.

This guy's combat power is average, but unlike ordinary ghosts, he has intelligence. It will be of great use to return to Yin Yang Mountain in the future.

Originally, it was useless to put it at hand, but at this moment, he called it out and said: "Today, this mage will punish the ghost, I will give you a thing, and you will take care of it by the side, if the ghost wants to escape, block its back road!"

When the Yin soldier Juniper heard this, he immediately received the order, but it was a ray of light flying in his hand, which was actually a foreign gun.

This made it surprised and delighted, and cried out: "Ghost weapon!"

That's right, this flintlock musket is a ghost weapon! Needless to say, the sage would have sent it.

Ghost weapons also have grades, almost the same as ghost soldiers, divided into A, B, C, D, and V.

In the past, the ghost weapon that Tang Changsheng had in his hand said that it was only the lowest level. In fact, now Tang Changsheng can refine it through sacrifice and refinement.

And these muskets are at least Ding and other things!

This juniper has a sense of wisdom and knowledge. At this moment, he was overjoyed, and then bowed to the ground, and then turned into a cloud of yin wind and hid it to the side.

After delaying for a while, I saw the sound of the wind on all sides, the fog was filled, and there was a faint neighing of war horses.

This voice reached the room where the girls were, and before the others were doing anything, Ellebella's expression changed greatly: "It's not good, could it be that the ghosts of the natives have also come out?"

Before the words were finished, there was not only the sound of war horses, but also the sound of shouting and killing, and there was a faint sound of cannons.

It was as if at this moment, there was a war not far from them, and the sound was heard.

Of course, this kind of voice was not only heard by El Bella and the others, but even Tang Changsheng heard it clearly, but he was completely silent and sat on the altar.

Let the pale blue mist begin to diffuse, suppressing the surrounding lights to a miserable white.

Even the shadows of the approaching horses and cavalry in the fog could not be shaken in the slightest.

But at this time, as these shadows approached, it could be vaguely seen that it was an army, which was coming around.

"God, what's going on? Is it time for us to travel back in time to the Civil War, or the War of Independence?" a girl screamed, her voice trembling.

"Look, look, that's a Napoleonic cannon, a six-pounder Napoleonic cannon!" Quintina cried out, pointing to a small cannon that moved with the gun carriage.

Many people are no strangers to this cannon, and in many movies about the Civil War, there is a shadow of this cannon.

However, at this moment, it was at the time of Quintina's shouting. A six-pounder cannon fired, aiming at Tang Changsheng, who was standing high on the altar, and fired.

Fist-sized solid cannonballs whistled and shot towards Tang Changsheng. It doesn't seem to be flying fast in the air, as if you can catch a cannonball with a single grab, but everyone knows that it's just an illusion.

The power of such cannonballs is beyond the reach of any human being, any flesh and blood.

And Tang Changsheng just watched quietly, but he didn't move.

Just as those girls let out a frightened scream, the cannonball flew to Tang Changsheng's side about three feet away, and actually disappeared mysteriously.

This caused the girls to scream in horror only halfway through, and then back in their throats.

"How is that possible?" it was everyone's turn to look at each other.

At this time, only Ellebella vaguely understood: "I know, this is a fight!"

"Fighting ......"

As he was talking, he saw a row of ghost soldiers holding muskets and firing at Tang Changsheng.

Dozens of bullets whizzed towards Tang Changsheng, but they all disappeared without a trace around Tang Changsheng, as if they had never appeared.

"That's right, it's fighting. Ellebella gets excited: "It's a spirit, it's an illusion......"

"Are the illusions fake, you say? are these bullets and shells fake?" a girl blurted out.

"No, no, these bullets are fake if you take them for fake. But if you take it for real, then it's going to kill you, you know?"

"How is that possible?"

"On the battlefield, someone was shot in the leg and went lame. But later the military doctor found out that he had not been hit by a bullet. His wound was only blue, and he must have been hit by a stone.

But in the chaos of the battlefield, his subconscious thought that he himself had been hit by a bullet, so his leg was broken.

Even if he saw that his leg was healed later, that leg was no longer of any use, he couldn't walk, he couldn't feel it.

Later, it took more than half a year of psychological intervention for the psychiatrist to make him recover slowly.

The human spirit is wonderful, and when you believe you are dead, you really die!"

Quintina also exclaimed: "I remember, I heard that there is a case in the Intelligence Bureau. They once caught a man and threatened him not to tell the truth, slit his wrist and let him bleed to death.

But the intelligence officers only frightened him and blindfolded him. He slit a little flesh on his wrist, and then drained the water from the faucet drop by drop, and it flowed on the ground as if it were his own blood.

You know what's wrong? This guy who bleed just a few drops of blood is actually dead.

It can be said that he was scared to death...... He really believed that his wrist had been cut and he had been bleeding, and the guy who had only a small wound ended up dead like that!" )