The four hundred chariots are centered on the Rong car driven by Du Xu, faintly forming a sharp cone-shaped battle array, the interval of hundreds of chariots is orderly, one car is the first, the main car driven by Du Xu is the tip of the awl, and the first to rush into the enemy formation, Yan Chixia sat in the right seat of the car, replacing the bronze armor who was originally sitting there, holding the bronze Ge that was conjured up, or as fast as a meteor, or sweeping and slashing to suppress people, how to kill quickly.

The chariots on the front and back, on the left and right, formed a huge cone-shaped formation with the chariot as the center, the aura of the chariot was faintly connected, although the military soul controlled by the pestle was murderous and violent, but it did not cooperate at all, and was scattered and divided by the car array driven by Du Xu, and the pestle wrestler was mixed in the military soul, thinking that no one could find himself, and changed his face and pretended to be a chaotic military soul, and quietly approached Du Xu's chariot.

Under his urging, the military soul was completely crazy and chaotic, turning into a black shadow one by one, wrapped in blood-red fireworks, holding swords, guns and halberds, and pounced on the surrounding battlefield, even if it was hit head-on by the chariot, it was only a sound of "Peng!" turned into black smoke, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed and formed.

That is, when encountering the lifeless magic weapon driven by Du Xu, if you meet ordinary monks and mortals, as long as these military souls fit together, you can suck their essence and blood clean, not to mention that they are all immortal, and they carry evil and poisonous gas, as long as the sword in his hand is cut on the person, his soul can be immediately withdrawn, and he will be assimilated by the military soul under the effect of evil qi.

This full of thousands of military spirits flew into the sky, wandering around in the car formation, letting out bursts of ghost crying and roaring, and the pestle-wielding wrestler was also mixed between them, transforming into a hideous-looking captain, hovering in the sky above Du Xu, looking for the flaws in their protective aura, the golden pestle in his hand turned into a ring-headed big knife, and the mana all over his body was condensed but not released, and a shot must be a blow with all his strength.

Yan Chixia, who was sitting on Du Xu's left, stared at him secretly, pretending to be in the military soul to kill, while secretly condensing mana and ambushing the white bone sword under the chariot.

Du Xu shook the reins of the chariot, the bronze horse at the head raised its head and roared, the sound shook in all directions, the four hundred chariots were full of spiritual light, and the golden chains connected them into one, Du Xu pointed to the military soul in all directions and shouted: "The long hub is driven forward - the front arrow car is suspended!" A black long banner appeared in his hand at some point, and it was inserted in the flag behind the right side of the chariot.

Hundreds of chariots moved collectively, galloping sharply, the military spirits flying around were suppressed on the ground by the chains on the chariots, and a layer of clouds and mist on the battlefield spread out suddenly, and the military spirits encountered this layer of clouds, as if they had fallen into a spider's web, and there was an invisible constraint between actions. When the military spirits on this ground encounter the battlefield that collides head-on, how can they fight back? As soon as they were hit by the rampage chariot, the sound of "Peng!" dissipated into black smoke.

What's even more terrifying is that these doppelganger chariots, cooperate with each other, form a small car formation, you advance and I retreat, gallop along the lane, it looks chaotic, but between each other, cross cooperation, interspersed cover, galloping like the wind on the small battlefield, moving freely, the most thrilling time, the two chariots plugged in, only a fraction of a millimeter apart, in the blink of an eye, the battlefield is densely packed with military souls, there are only a few shadows left!

It's just that in an instant, the "Yellow Turban Battle Soul Dao" that holds the pestle wrestler's housekeeping method and the rampant battle is crushed like this! After these immortal military souls were dispersed into black smoke, the black flag behind Du Xu swallowed and disappeared. He worked hard to be a general in the imperial court for thirty years, and a burst of military soul brought out from birth and death on the battlefield didn't even hear a sound, so he was lost.

Although the aura protection around Du Xu's body is still very complete, the pestle-wielding wrestler can still hold back, and as soon as the golden pestle in his hand moves, he will send out a blow with all his strength.

Yan Chixia suddenly turned his head and smiled, the black robe condensed into a light shield in front of the pestle wrestler, before the pestle wrestler could react, he felt the chrysanthemum behind him be cold, his expression showed a little surprise, and he saw a gray sword light flying out of the soil under his feet, submerged into his chrysanthemum, just turned in his abdomen, flew out of his mouth, fell behind Yan Chixia and turned into a white bone sword.

At this time, the Nantian Pillar under the command of the enemy king had already died in Huangquan, and even his soul was turned by this white bone flying sword, and his soul was already scattered. Yan Chixia's shot this time was another rabbit and a rabbit, and it was neat, which shocked Du Xu on the side. Deng Shi secretly thought in his heart: "I didn't expect Brother Yan to shoot so neatly and neatly, and a little bit of obscenity, it really suits my appetite! Even I can't compare to it, this sword is so special in line with my kendo!" I suddenly felt like a confidant.

At the moment, he was not polite, he opened his hand to grab the shot, and first put the body of the pestle wrestler into the bronze carriage, and then withdrew the spell and magic weapon supernatural powers, and the four hundred chariots turned into reality and disappeared into the void. The battlefield that had just been fought tragically regained its calm in a blink of an eye, and occasionally one or two fish that slipped through the net were also put away by Du Xu with the wheel of life and death behind him.

Du Xu enlarged the bronze carriage several times, put the body of the pestle wrestler in the center, invited Yan Chixia to sit down on the side, and searched the things on the pestle-holding wrestler.

Yan Chixia turned his head and saw Du Xu looking at him dumbfounded, touched his head a little embarrassedly, and said with a bold smile: "Haha! Then he simply took out the silver taels in his arms again.

Du Xu naturally had no shortage of silver money on his body, he pushed back the silver taels handed over by Yan Chixia, pointed to the corpse of the Heavenly King holding the pestle and said with a smile: "This poor ghost, if I don't bring 1,200 taels of gold when I go out, I won't be able to walk steadily." He actually brought such a dozen taels of silver with him, but fortunately he had this golden pestle weighing hundreds of catties, otherwise there would really be no oil and water to kill him. ”

Yan Chixia pushed the silver two back into his arms again, picked up the golden pestle and the worn-out purse on the side, he opened the purse, shook out a lot of things with a smack, and said with a smile: "You don't know, this person has a magic treasure bag, everything is contained in it, it seems that there are a lot, come, let's divide a point." ”

This pestle-wielding wrestler's net worth is much poorer than that of the black-robed evil cultivator, except for a golden pestle, which is considered a magic weapon, and he only carries some medicinal herbs, yin iron, blood beads and other messy materials, and then some everyday things, the only thing that has some value is a broken Taoist book.

This half-volume Taoist book called "Taiping Qing Lingdao Land" records several kinds of Taoist methods of the Yellow Turban lineage, but it is not very complete, only one volume of "Taiping Dao Yellow Turban Invitation to the Gods and Heroic Spirits" is relatively complete, it seems that the spell of holding a pestle to refine a thousand military souls comes from above, Du Xu glanced at the records on the broken Taoist book a few times, and found that there is still some reference value.

Not to mention anything else, that is, there are many methods of sacrificing and refining the Yin soldiers and ghost soldiers on that volume of "Taiping Dao Yellow Turban Invitation Gods and Heroic Spirits", with it, Du Xu can subdue the military soul of a team holding pestle and refine it into his own Taoist soldiers. Not to mention some of the ideas recorded above, which are also very inspiring to Du Xu.

What Du Xu didn't know was that the Taoism of holding the pestle of the wrestler, except for some Taoism given by the king of the enemy, was derived from this half of the Taoist book, when he was young, he was a wild temple in the Sasa novice, once secretly saw the host of the temple practicing spells in secret, so he poisoned the whole temple, and burned the entire temple, and he carried this Taoist book from the presiding room, and avoided practicing in the mountains.

After the cultivation is successful, he went down the mountain to join the army, he practiced Zhang Jiao in the Yellow Turban after the army, from the "Taiping Qing Lingdao" to understand the secret method of the military road, the only complete thing on it is to practice the Yellow Turban Yin Soldier Dao, so he entered the imperial army, like a fish in water, each time although the army led by himself suffered countless casualties, but the enemy was ten times better, so he rose step by step, and became a famous general in the imperial court at that time.

He knew that the reason why he was promoted and made a fortune was not because he was proficient in the art of war, but because he used the dead and wounded army under his command to train an army of yellow turban yin soldiers on the road of thirty years of conquest, so when he saw that the court was gloomy and showed its decline, he faked his death and fled, using his Taoism to enjoy the wealth of the world, and later took refuge in the king of the enemy and became one of the four heavenly pillars under him.

Du Xu stretched out his hand and patted it, made a copy of the Taoist book, and handed it to Yan Chixia together with the golden pestle, put away some of the bits and pieces of materials on the ground, and said with a smile: "Brother Yan, I have one copy with you!"

Yan Chixia was willing to take it, and said angrily: "Du Xu, why do you look down on me? Your bunch of things are comparable to mine, am I such a greedy villain in your heart?"

Du Xu hurriedly apologized and said, "Brother Yan is too worried! I have a more powerful trophy here, and I still took advantage of Brother Yan!"