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Although this tribe was the largest tribe in the vicinity, it only had a total population of one or two thousand, and there were not as many soldiers as the city-state.

Moreover, the war of these people, in the eyes of Wenda Heavenly Master, is more like a group fight, and there is no beauty of war at all. Between the two sides, there is no arrangement, and even in this rainforest, there is no place for you to arrange troops. It's just rushing together to fight each other.

The weapons used between the two sides are still wooden and stone, and in the eyes of Wenda Heavenly Master, they can't even be called a weapon fight.

At least everyone is armed with a steel pipe machete or something, and maybe there are ruthless characters with trolls in their hands.

The only thing that moved the Great Celestial Master Wen was that in the battle here, the souls of the dead did not enter the netherworld.

You know, not everyone dies and there is a soul. Most people, mediocre, lingering between the sickbed, before death, the seven spirits dissipated first, and in the end, the three souls dispersed, dissipated between heaven and earth, and returned to the sea of Haotian vitality.

The big chunks are back to their roots. The ancient Taoists, the realization of the great avenue and the mystery of qiē are only here.

However, there are many people who have a breath in their chest at the end of their lives and cannot spit it out, but their souls will not dissipate so easily after death.

In the later life, there is a yin world in the zài. Most of those who have spirits after death are transferred to the netherworld and continue to exist.

However, as if this place was wild, very similar to the ancient times of Middle-earth, these souls had nowhere to go.

However, between the battlefields, bloody killings, often the dead are either angry, or wronged, or unjust, or arrogant......

But in this battlefield, there are the beings with the most souls. It was just a large-scale weapon fight, and after dozens of souls were killed, they left their bodies in a daze and floated in the air.

Some were too close to where the two sides were fighting. The bloody and brave qi that was killed and fought by both sides rushed away, and his soul suddenly flew away. Some of them have a little instinct, seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and drift around.

These souls have no physical shelter, and they are naturally extremely fragile, and if no one cares about them, the wind and rain, the lightning and the scorching sun, will not last for many days. So these souls instinctively began to look for a place to hide, often in the rocks and plants.

"Yes. This is the spirit of nature. Wen Fei suddenly realized. That is, the so-called mountain spirits and wild monsters in Middle-earth.

There are many of these natural spirits. Although most of them are vulnerable, they have a hiding place, and they still can't hold on for too long, and they will dissipate. It's just a little more time to survive. But as the years go by, and the number increases, there will always be some of them that will be created and turned into spiritual mountain spirits and wild monsters.

If you show a spirit and are offered incense by nearby people, you can't say that you will be able to achieve it slowly. Become a god like a landlord totem.

But now in the hands of the Great Master Wen, these souls naturally cannot have this kind of creation.

"Collect ......" Wen Da Heavenly Master pinched the trick, and the souls around him were all detained. One by one, they stood beside the Great Master Wen in a daze, without the slightest reaction.

On the contrary, there are warriors in several city-states, who believe in Wenda Tianshi, the sun god, and after death, they turn into souls, but they are spontaneously attracted to Wenda Tianshi's side.

The soul has just died and is not yet conscious. It is only after about seven days that consciousness and memory regain. It's just that most of the souls, within seven days, have already dissipated.

"Count your luck to meet this Heavenly Master, and now Chaoduer and others!" Wen Fei Heavenly Master secretly thought, and a piece of light in his hand was scattered.

The tribe resisted stubbornly at first, but the next ones fell faster. Originally, he was still resisting, but he saw Wen Da Heavenly Master stretching out his hand and emitting white light, and in the light, dozens of figures appeared.

Those shadows were originally quite muddy. As soon as I was baptized by this brilliance, I began to regain my consciousness, as if I had just woken up from a big dream.

In just the blink of an eye, the warriors of the tribes who were still resisting stubbornly saw such a miraculous scene, and their courage immediately disappeared, and they began to kneel on the ground and surrender.

They have the courage and guts to fight against the invaders who invade their homeland, but they do not have the courage to defy the gods.

The warriors of Capak began to cheer, brandishing their weapons and bowing to the place where the Celestial Master of Bunda was. But it made Wenda Heavenly Master feel extremely boring, grandma's, this Heavenly Master has really come to the Stone Age to play the game of imperial conquest!

Fortunately, dozens of ghost soldiers have been harvested, which can be more or less useful.

"Hehe, if it weren't for the doppelganger sending a magic weapon, these guys would be really hard to greet!"

Wen Fei grinned, and there was already a small ball of mottled colors in his hand, which looked like it was virtual and real, but it was not real or false.

The mass of color spread out in Wen Fei's hand, and it actually looked like a picture scroll. There are mountains and rivers in the volume, and there are tens of thousands of ravines, but in the imposing mountains and rivers, a military camp is revealed, with painted corners and towers, and the flag is cold, and it seems that there are thousands of armor soldiers faintly hidden.

Wen Fei took a picture casually, and threw the dozens of battle spirits at hand into it.

These souls who died in battle, even if they regained their consciousness, were not well-informed and intelligent before their deaths. appeared in the barracks at once, and was immediately stunned by the countless enemy building arrays, and was at a loss for a while.

These guys are just a small isolated city-state in the middle of the jungle, and even if you count the population, they are at most as big as a county in Middle-earth.

If you talk about wealth and prosperity or something, there is no comparison. Where have you ever seen such a neat and slaughtered barracks?

But when he saw a general, he came over with several guards. All of them are covered in metal armor, steel knives at their waists, and halberds in their hands. That kind of majesty made these natives stupid first.

After a long time, the general said coldly: "It seems that it is just a few people who have turned into outsiders, since my family has accepted you, it is time for you to have soldiers, and you must be honest and obedient." Do you understand?"

Naturally, there is no language barrier between these souls, and there is no language barrier to meaning.

The natives all looked at these nobles with a smile, and their mouths should have been. It is these armor weapons, and they are not what these natives with stone knives and wooden knives can imagine.

The general said a word, and then he ignored the natives, and went on his own. Left a guard, led them into the barracks, registered all the way, handed down weapons and armor, and didn't wait for these guys to take a second look.

He was taken to the school field and began training. It's not an overnight task to distinguish between the left and right......

It was almost early spring in March, and the river where Empress Dowager Xiao was transporting grain had thawed, and the willows by the river had begun to sprout.

It's just that at this time this year, the grain delivered from Liaoyang Prefecture in Tokyo has not seen a single star. The crops on both sides of the river were not cultivated, and all were abandoned.

Youzhou City, which was originally prosperous and had 300,000 residents, has now become more populous, at least four or five hundred thousand, but it has become extremely depressed.

Whether it is the Han, Khitan, Xi, Bohai, Jurchen and other ethnic groups, there are now a large number of refugees pouring into the city.

The gates of the 26 squares in the city were closed. Unlike the Great Song Dynasty, the Great Song Dynasty has already canceled the neighborhood system since ancient times, and the Youzhou City of the Great Liao State is still retained.

Each square has a wall, a gate, and a name on the door, so as to manage the inhabitants of the city. As soon as the gate is closed, it is an independent fortress that can resist invaders with the help of the wall.

It's just that although the door of this square is closed, there is no one guarding this square in this square. Even the soldiers guarding the city defense were all depressed, and their morale was extremely low.

The front had just been defeated, and Emperor Tianzuo of the Liao State gathered millions of soldiers and horses from all over the country to fight a decisive battle with the Jurchen savages. As a result, no one expected that at the critical moment, the internal strife in Liao made the Jurchens pick up a big bargain and defeated the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Liao State in one fell swoop.

Now no one knows the life or death of Emperor Tianzuo, the lord of Liao, some say that he died in the chaos, some say that he escaped, and some say that Emperor Tianzuo has been captured by the Jin......

All these rumors are circulating everywhere in this Nanjing Xijin Mansion, making everyone panic and don't know what to do.

Now in Youzhou City, it is simply a surprise overnight, as long as someone calls a Jurchen on the street, it will definitely make the people of the entire Youzhou City panic and flee for their lives everywhere.

Yesterday there was a time when this happened and the streets were trampled with their lives, and even the soldiers defending the city collapsed. It has been chaotic for most of the day, and finally I learned that it was a misunderstanding, and hundreds of people have been killed and injured, most of whom were trampled to death when they fled for their lives.

It was at such a chaotic time that there was such a yellow-robed Taoist priest, holding a dust-whisk in his hand, and he walked into Youzhou City.

The government and the opposition of the Liao State believed in Buddhism, but they did not believe in Taoism very much. There are not many Taoist priests, and they are rarely seen. Now there is such a Taoist walking among the refugees on the street, and he stands out more and more.

I saw that this Taoist priest had nothing to lose, and he didn't even bring a package. But when I see some hungry refugees, I always take out a piece and a half of bread from my body and give it to people.

Afraid of the murderous Jurchens, these refugees left their hometowns and took refuge in Youzhou City. No matter where you eat or live, you don't have any landing.

If it is said that the powerful and wealthy Great Song Dynasty may arrange relief for hundreds of thousands of refugees. Then the Liao State, which was much poorer than the Great Song Dynasty, did not have this ability. Especially at times like these.

These refugees were even more hungry, and seeing that this Taoist priest was kind-hearted, they surrounded them one after another, reaching out to beg for food. In the blink of an eye, the Taoist priest didn't know how many refugees were around.