The entire Tiger Battalion had already fallen down at this time, and there was a lot of noise. And Yi Chu, who was sitting alone in the middle, was unusually sober at this time. Seeing the old brothers lying there crookedly, Yi Chu's heart was full of emotion for a while.

Wan Mu is not drunk, he used to be drunk, and Yi Chu also had this hope in his heart. But now, he is really not drunk, but Yi Chu misses the feeling of being drunk. It's just that now, if you want him to get Yi Chu drunk, how can these mortal wines do it.

The spirit is full of food and does not want to sleep. Yi Chu, who had cultivated to the pinnacle of the ninth grade, could instantly dissolve the alcohol on his body with the true power in his body alone.

Holding the wine bowl, he kicked Fang Shaoyun, who was already unconscious on the table, and Yi Chu smiled. Picking up the bowl of wine, he flew out towards the outside of the Tiger Camp. The cyan sword light enveloped his body the moment he flew up.

At this time, although the guards of Huyang Pass were still rigorous, no matter how tightly guarded they were, for Yi Chu, they were just decorations. In just an instant, Yi Chu flew out of Huyang Pass and came to a flat ground outside the pass.

At this time, although the sky is bright and starry, this area is still cloudy and windy. Heaven and earth are far away, and under the blowing of this yin wind, salad, salad, a sound that penetrates people's lungs and lungs, constantly resounding in the void.

This area, not to mention at night, is rarely visited even during the day. But for here, Yi Chu is extremely familiar. On this open space of less than ten square kilometers, he and his brother fought here in a bloody rain for three days and three nights, with rivers of blood and corpses all over the field.

However, the reason why this place has become what it is today is not just because of the battle between Yi Chu and them, but because this place, from thousands of years ago, was a huge battlefield.

The battlefield, the place where soldiers must fight, the battlefield where the bloody dead are shed. Coming to this battlefield and feeling the slightest coldness in this battlefield, Yi Chu was silent.

Under the moonlight, in the mist, in the cool wind blowing through the bones, Yi Chu seemed to see the countless comrades-in-arms who were buried here, constantly walking towards him. The fog that covers the sky is like countless flags, fluttering between heaven and earth.

Bowing his head and drinking the wine in his hand, Yi Chu turned his head and prepared to leave. But at the moment when he was about to leave, the black gourd that he had placed under his ribs suddenly rose into the air, and the lid of the gourd suddenly opened automatically!

Countless yin winds roared, as if a long river was returning to the sea, and suddenly, they roared rapidly from the desert wilderness, rushing towards the black gourd! As soon as these yin winds reached the mouth of the gourd, they disappeared without a trace. The eerie and terrifying yin wind, just an instant, all disappeared into the black gourd!

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and they are as bright as day. The howling wind also disappeared without a trace.

Gently taking the black gourd, Yi Chu's expression couldn't help but change, at this time he felt that this gourd was actually a lot heavier! Could it be that it was because this gourd absorbed the yin wind that it became so heavy?

In the midst of the groaning, Yi Chu came to a mountain col like lightning. Gently releasing the broken blood beads, Yi Chu sat cross-legged next to the black gourd.

The golden figure in Yi Chu's heart instantly entered the black gourd. The moment he entered the gourd, Yi Chu felt that the space inside the gourd was many times larger than before.

One by one, the figures stood in the gourd without the slightest consciousness. These bodies were much worse than the souls of the cultivators that Yi Chu had recovered before, but their number was quite considerable, so many that Yi Chu couldn't calculate it at all.

It's too much, it's just too much. Looking at the familiar or unfamiliar military uniforms on these indifferent figures, Yi Chu's mind turned around on the origin of these people, and he suddenly realized for a while.

These are all yin souls, they are all those yin souls who died on the battlefield, I don't know if the resentment is too heavy, and it has not dissipated until now, but it was all collected into the gourd space by this black gourd at once.

With so many Yin Souls, can they all be refined into pills? Yi Chu, who was thinking in his heart, looked at the Yin Souls one by one, as if he had seen red pills the size of rice grains, spread all over the ground.

These soldiers are so weak that even if they are refined into pills, they are of no use in the slightest. In the flash of his heart, Yi Chu was about to open the gourd and release all these yin spirits, so that they could continue to fend for themselves here, when the white figure that seemed to be a flash suddenly appeared in the endless hidden wind!

The appearance of the white-clothed figure this time did not suck all the yin souls away as before, but appeared in these yin souls.

Eighteen movements, still eighteen movements, these eighteen movements, the white sound and shadow were cast twice, and then slowly disappeared into the endless ghost.

With the first experience, Yi Chu's golden divine thoughts began to dance with the appearance of the figure, but these eighteen movements did not make the figure more condensed.

XVII, XVIII. At the moment when the eighteenth action was completed, Yi Chu, who thought it was useless, was just about to give up, his spiritual power suddenly rushed out in all directions!

With this spiritual power rushing out, Yi Chu felt that all the yin souls in his divine thoughts were all under his control at this time!

"Formation. Yi Chu, who was in a state of mind, suddenly remembered the formation in the barracks in his heart, and when the imperial envoy turned his thoughts, he wanted to use these soldiers to practice.

All the soldiers' ghosts, as soon as the formation in Yi Chu's divine thoughts appeared, they rushed towards their nearest position in an orderly manner. It only took a moment of effort, this is the ghost of the soldier, and it is actually placed into a murderous military array.

"Chong", Yi Chu, who was spinning his divine thoughts, transmitted his orders to the hearts of countless soldiers through his divine thoughts, and at the moment when his divine thoughts flashed, the countless soldiers instantly rushed up in the space of the Demon Hu.

Looking at these hula soldiers, Yi Chu felt that their strength was still very weak, and every soul was not even comparable to ordinary soldiers. However, the impact of so many soldiers together is enough to bring a big shock!

In the midst of this impact, Yi Chu felt that he had also become a member of the soldiers in this impact. Feeling this surging killing intent, a thought suddenly appeared in Yi Chu's heart, that is, if the soldiers in this gourd could be pulled out, it would be really great!

Countless yin winds, between the rotation of Yi Chu's divine thoughts, rushed out of the black gourd, and the endless dark clouds instantly covered the star and the moon. A breath of slaughter is constantly wafting in the clouds!

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