I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 90 Primordial Spirit
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The moment when the Tiro River was dug.

Wen Yue couldn't hold back his mind and sat down on the ground.

15 troops in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

It was completely covered by the flood of the Luo River.

With the current weather, even if they don't drown, they will freeze to death.

The evil spirit concentration in Feihong Jian immediately soared to the sky.

They stood far away and couldn't see clearly, but the raging gray mist had completely enveloped the entire valley.

Tu Shanjun in the banner held back his throbbing, and it was the first time he saw such a huge evil derivation.

Although the quality of evil spirits born by ordinary people is not high, the amount is enough to give birth to powerful ghosts.

this moment.

Wen Yue felt a wave of panic coming.

It was an indescribable tension, as if something was strangling his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.

It's more like the lungs are swollen, compressing the air in the body.

Wen Yue clutched the soul flag tightly while trembling, the coolness of the soul flag calmed down his hot head a lot, and even relieved his nervous mood.

Tu Shanjun knew that Wen Yue would become famous in one battle.

He ran for 15 miles in the dark, beheaded thousands of people, and flooded the [-] troops of the Northern Wei Dynasty by flooding the embankment of the Juluo River.

This battle, whether it is a fierce name or notoriety.

Wen Yue has already reversed the disadvantage of Daliang Beidi.

"Sir, am I doing the right thing?" Wen Yue tore off the soul banner and asked in a whisper.

There are only two words on the soul banner: 'Regret? '

Wen Yue shook his head: "I don't regret it."

Wen Yue didn't know why he was trembling, because he felt great fear and unstoppable trembling.

But at the same time he was excited.

But Tu Shanjun understood.

That is the reverence for life, which comes from human instinct.

But that's all.

Wen Yue did not waver because of this, but became more and more determined.

Why did he come to the Battle of the North?

It is for the countless Daliang people behind him.

Shrink the Hou's mansion and save one or two families.

How can it be compared to saving the world.

At this moment, Wen Yue seemed to be different.

He has transformed.

He got on his horse, looked into the distance, and watched everything calmly.

There is no longer any need for Liang Jun to kill, most of the soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty have been involved in Luohe.

After the cotton armor absorbs water, it will greatly increase its weight, and the soldiers who are caught in it will not be able to climb out at all.

It's too far away to see clearly.

All I could hear was the raging Luo River roaring like an angry dragon.

With this move, the river diverted.

It directly made Feihongjian the main road of Luohe.

As for the plan to use warships to cut off the Tongguan grain road after waiting for the water level of the Luo River to rise, of course it disappeared with the arrival of the flood.

Big win!

Unprecedented victory.

Three thousand riders broke through an elite army of 15.

Hearing the news of the big victory.

Copper is boiling.

The people are all running to tell each other, excited and joyful.

Geng Lie from the handsome mansion sat down on the chair and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

He really took the risk and won.

If the scout army report is not a fraud, then Tuoba Hong and his 15 army are completely finished.

Geng Lie, who was stunned by the battle report, stared blankly at the door of the commander's mansion.

Such a huge military exploit, he actually missed it.

It's too late to regret now.

Geng Lie tossed and turned, but he didn't think it was his fault.

It must be because Wen Yue didn't express clearly.

An Nanbo didn't give good advice either.

It's just that he feels that he doesn't know how to fight, and wants to take the credit for himself.

"Sir, you don't need to worry about this."

"Why?" Geng Lie looked at the master beside him.

The master cupped his hands and said with a smile: "The commander-in-chief is still the main player in the battle report. Even if the supervising army and the deputy commander have something to say, as long as the commander-in-chief writes a little, the credit for this matter can take a large share."

Scholar-bureaucrats are too familiar with writing memorials.

Geng Lie hesitated in his heart, he is the commander in chief, even if he does nothing, he can gain part of the military exploits.If he wanted to take an extra share this time, he would have to fall out with the nobles such as Jing'an Hou.

However, this great achievement can be sealed as a marquis and prime minister of Shangzhu Kingdom.

If he just watched him slip away like this and only took what he deserved, he was really not reconciled, and he still wanted to take more of it.

Conferring the Marquis and worshiping the Prime Minister, and conferring the inexhaustible merits of the Zhu Kingdom, he just shared a little more, even if he offended the Marquis of Jing'an and An Nanbo.

In the final analysis, among the younger generation of the two prefectures, only Wen Yue can lead the way, and the rest are nothing but idiots.

Even if there is only one person to deal with, Wen Yue is the only one.

"I will serve you with pen and ink, I want to write a memorial to His Majesty!"

……

After seven days.

Wen Yue, who covered his face in black, appeared in Feihongjian.

The snow barely concealed the floating corpses.

Corpses littered the fields on both sides of the strait, and the entire valley was full of evil spirits.

Wen Yue, who flooded 15 troops that day, planted magic stones to restrain the evil spirits on both sides of Feihongjian.

I didn't come to collect it for three days because I thought that if I waited longer, there would be more advanced ghosts shaped by the evil spirit.

There is too much vacancy in the soul banner. If they are all ordinary ghosts, it will be very limited for the growth of Tu Shanjun's strength.

Not to mention how many people can drown in the end, the 15 army will lose at least [-] to [-]%, or even more.This lingering evil spirit does not need the eyes of the spirit officer, but the naked eye can see that the black mist is condensed, just like the real thing.

If such a huge evil energy is completely absorbed, maybe it can make the soul flag to a higher level.

Although the magic stones are arranged to trap the evil spirit, the sinking speed of the evil spirit is far beyond normal. This may not be just a matter of Feng Shui pattern.

It's a pity that Tu Shanjun doesn't know how to escape from the ground, otherwise he really wants to go underground to find out why.

"Contain evil spirit."

The soul banner flew out of Wen Yue's arms, and under the urging of mana, it suddenly opened up to Zhang Xu.

The black background is red all over, and it hangs on a long pole of secluded jade between the fluttering waves.

The scarlet ghost eyes seem to be flickering with the ferocious ghost banner pattern.

As soon as the soul banner came out, the majestic evil spirits around seemed to have found an outlet to vent, and rushed towards him.

The faint banner cloth lingers with a dark luster, and the scarlet lines are quickly drawn on the soul banner.

The inconspicuous variegated material on the long rod turned into small particles and was squeezed out.

Even the statues of evil ghosts have become more refined and more lifelike.

The mist in the soul banner surged, and even the other ghosts and ghosts in the banner were affected.

Wen Yue was not idle either, there were still ghosts walking on the ground, so he used mana to grab the ghosts and throw them into the soul banner.

In fact, there are not many ghosts that really enter the ranks, and more are the strong ghosts condensed because of the evil spirit.

However, since we can't win by quality, we must win by quantity. If three hundred ghost soldiers enter, Tu Shanjun's strength will be further improved.

"Okay you thief."

"Stealing things here!"

A shadow of Yujian fell to the ground, glaring at Wen Yue.

Wen Yue frowned slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist, is this serious?"

Tu Shanjun in the banner also looked at the scolding person.

The young man walked out generously, dressed in a long robe, holding a long sword in his arms, his face uncovered: "Who is a Taoist friend to you, a devil thief."

"A few days ago, you stole the evil spirits under Tongguan City."

"Soul flag?"

"The thief of the Blood Fiend Sect."

The young man glanced at the ghost-faced god banner above Feihongjian, then looked at Wen Yue.

Wen Yue didn't appear flustered at all when he was called a broken heel, instead he clasped his hands and asked, "I don't know who you are?"

"Then you should listen carefully."

"I am a disciple of the Yuanling Sect, Zhu Lin. I am ordered by my master to guard the Nanyue Mountain battlefield and clean up the evil spirits."

"It is also responsible for killing demons and demons."

Zhu Lin glanced at Wen Yue arrogantly.

The feng shui problem of Nanyue Mountain caused the evil spirit to sink into the ground very quickly, which also led to the fact that there were not many ghosts and ghosts born on the battlefield, and they were not considered powerful.

With his strength, it is more than enough to wipe out a battlefield of 10 people.

Although Zhu Lin couldn't see Wen Yue's strength, he knew that the strength of the person in front of him was not strong just by looking at the rough way of using mana.

On the contrary, the scrolling soul banner is quite miraculous, as if it is not ordinary.

Tu Shanjun looked dignified, the person who came was young but his aura was very powerful, even stronger than Zhou Liang who was backlash against him that day.

"The fifth level of Qi training, or the sixth level?"

(End of this chapter)