The reappearance of Michihiko Ando boosted the morale of the disciples of the Ten Directions Shrine, but the few disciples who were good at being able to use spiritism shrank back unusually strangely.

Michihiko Ando let out a long sharp laugh, he glared at Zuo Lin angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "This is the blood relic, if you have the ability, you can take it." ”

As soon as Michihiko Ando's words fell, several things like smoke rose from the middle of the blood relic, rotating around Michihiko Ando at an extremely fast speed. It was a refined and strengthened ghost, the head and arms that could be clearly distinguished, the eerie face had the location of the ghostly sunken eyes, the nose that was bulging but not nostrils, but the mouth was not there, and the ears were only slightly raised. But this strange ghost shuttled back and forth, and with a loud shout from Michihiko Ando, it pounced towards Gobayashi and Emile.

Emile was a little nervous. Most practitioners in Europe and the United States are afraid of Eastern spells. Maybe it's because there's a sense of mystery there's so much about the distance, or maybe it's because Western practitioners never seem to have much to do with the East, which of course refers primarily to China. In the practitioner's concept of the world, almost the entire East Asian region is classified as China, which is not much exaggerated compared to the division of the Greater China region of multinational corporations. Before coming to Rìben, the only soul spell Emile had ever fought was an Indian wizard, and she didn't feel that the other party's strength had really increased much, but the appearance of this soul drifting around to attack always made her feel a little afraid. Emile folded his arms and chanted in a deep voice the most basic method of the druid's practice, and also the most basic method of range purification, the Secret Chapter of the Song. As soon as the lengthy spell sounded, Zolin struggled to protect Emile and took almost all of the attacks. Wulin was a little lucky, not only was the Soul Chaser Scepter almost a top-level magic weapon against soul-type spells, but the scimitar of the Great Shaman he held in his hand also had the effect of restraining the soul. It was the weapon that the Great Shaman used to smash untamable evil spirits.

Circles of fluctuations rippled out from Emile and the Soul Chaser Scepter, and the ghost repeatedly impacted around *** but was repeatedly bounced away, and it seemed that there was nothing to do with the two of them for the time being. But Zuo Lin knew very well that such a situation would not last long, whether it was the Secret Chapter of the Song or the Soul Chasing Scepter, it was based on the power of nature. A defense within a certain range is bound to be unsustainable. And the low-level disciples around him, who had been frightened and retreated to the back, were now stupid again.

Only attack is the best defense. With Zuolin as the center, circles of vines climbed out along the ground in a spiral shape. The tips of the vines rose high like snakes, and it was not their eyes that stared at the disciples outside the circle. It's the pods of two clusters of devil's breath peas.

With Emile's voice, Zuo Lin sang the secret chapter of the song together. If Emile's Secret Song is like a clean spring singing in a mountain stream, pushing away the dirt little by little, then Zuolin's Song Secret Chapter is like a torrent in the dangerous shoal of a river, as if trying to push away all obstacles that stand in his way.

While chanting the secret chapter of the song, Zuo Lin slashed the palms of his hands with the saber of the great shaman of Zasa, and soaked the scimitar with his own blood. Then, with his thumb, he wrote a series of mysterious words on the blood-soaked spine of the knife, and the green light seeped into the blade in an instant, and the whole scimitar glowed bright, red like blood.

As if for a moment, Zuo Lin felt that his soul was detached from his body. He seemed to be standing in a void where there was no distinction between top and bottom, left and right, and nothing existed. The only thing that exists is himself, and a sturdy old man in front of him.

"Child, welcome to the realm of the soul, although you are not a shaman, but your heart is so reverent. I'm Zasa, I'm a shaman, a shaman who has failed. ”

"Master Zasa. Zuo Lin wanted to be polite, but was stopped.

"I know your troubles, and I'll help you. …… It's just that I hope you can come and talk to me often in the future. Also, as a reminder, the spells of the Ancestral Souls require more reverence than blood. With that, Zasa banished Zorin from his realm.

Ancestral Soul ...... Shamanic mystical level spells. Shamanism believes that the soul is immortal, that the soul will find a place to live in this vast world, and that the relics of the deceased, especially weapons, are a good support. Shamans use this spiritual dependence as a blessing to their descendants, who are often able to get help out of distress by awakening them. Naturally, this also comes at a price, and that is blood and the right spellcasting. Whether or not a person can enter the realm of the soul of an ancestor in the form of a soul leaving the body is the basic criterion for judging whether a person is a shaman or not. And to be able to make the Ancestral Soul fight for itself, it requires a stronger soul power.

Although Zuo Lin knew about the casting of the Ancestral Soul, he had always been worried about having to pay so much blood to summon the power of powerful soul energy. Blood itself is a kind of power, and although the soul of the ancestors is powerful, the power used is still the caster's own, but it is just a large overdraft in a short period of time, and this overdraft will naturally be paid back slowly. Wulin really couldn't think of any other way to deal with these ghosts, and the other means that followed, so he could only use shamanic witchcraft that he was not sure of. But Zuo Lin also didn't expect that Zasa would be so easy to speak.

Emile felt very clearly that in an instant, Zuo Lin's soul and body were out of sync, and it was just a moment. But Zuo Lin immediately returned. At this moment, if it were placed in normal times, during the time when the two of them were walking on the street together, it might not even be enough to turn their heads and look at the window, but at this moment, both Emile and Michihiko Ando, who was fighting with them, clearly felt it.

Michihiko Ando wrote a spell in the void and pressed the faint glowing words on the blood relic. The blood relics immediately trembled violently uneasily, and one ghost after another erupted from the middle of the blood relics, and in an instant, the black mist around Michihiko Ando was as thick as ink. He wanted to take advantage of Zuo Lin's unexplained moment of distraction to open a breakthrough like that.

Emile really didn't resist at that moment, and she barely maintained a shallow circle of defense. But a ghost screamed and burst in, slamming into her shoulder, shattered by her force of nature. But her shoulders immediately began to go numb, and a horrible bruise appeared almost immediately.

Emile didn't have time to worry about her injury, she glanced at Zuo Lin worriedly. Fortunately, Zuo Lin came back immediately. A recovery technique landed on Emile's body, and the green glow made her feel cool and safe. But more than that, there is surprise. Behind Zuo Lin rose a figure that seemed to be a three-dimensional projection more than 4 meters high, it was an old man with messy white hair, his expression showed a kind of majesty, he swung his fist at those ghosts, each blow could make a ghost dissipate into nothingness.

Emile wondered what kind of spell it was. Are there any spells in the druid's system that you've never heard of?

The addition of Zasa's ancestral spirits changed the tide of the battle immediately, and the spirits were perhaps more afraid of death than humans. There are many ways to return to death, but once the ghost, which is refined and strengthened by a powerful soul, dissipates, there is really nothing. Ghosts don't have thoughts, but the fear of death doesn't need thoughts at all for dangerous jǐng rings, it's just their instinct as souls.

Zuo Lin didn't expect it himself. With the spell of the Ancestral Soul, Zasa can use his own strength to fight, and he can have such power. But at least the situation is much better all of a sudden. Zuo Lin only had Michihiko Ando in his eyes, and he ignored the tricks around him, and he shuffled out a green light from his palm, heading straight for Michihiko Ando.

Michihiko Ando's expression was very intriguing, he seemed to be a little indifferent, and he seemed to be a little sad, but after a moment he returned to madness. "Today, there will be many disciples who have died defending the Ten Directions Divine Palace and defending the Blood Relic. ”

Zuo Lin didn't understand what Michihiko Ando meant, but suddenly, the disciples who had gathered around him only shouted and cheered fell down in pieces, and then slowly stood up again. Those spirits actually burrowed into their bodies, expelling their original souls, and those souls that were scattered in the air were absorbed by the blood relics.

It turned out that this was the so-called Ten Directions Divine Palace, how many generations of disciples swore to defend the truth of the Divine Palace, Zuo Lin was stunned, what he couldn't understand was that the expressions on the faces of those powerful disciples who were fighting at the forefront just now clearly took this scene for granted. Being infested by ghosts may not be flexible enough. But the display of energy and ability was much more zì yóu, brandishing spirit flags and katanas, brandishing cross spears, these "disciples" rushed forward. Zasa's attack has the same offensive power as these **xìng quality guys, but it is a little less powerful. The body protects these spirits, and Zasa's fists can knock them out of their bodies, but they can't destroy them directly. And once the ghost is out of the body. The body will immediately appear as if it has been doused with sulfuric acid, and clouds of blood mist vapor will come out.

"Hahaha...... I'll see how long you can hold out. Michihiko Ando and the six disciples stood at the door of the main hall and watched coldly. The green light in Zuo Lin's hand, shè reached the place where Michihiko Ando held up the blood relic in front of him, and he could no longer move forward, he didn't fold shè, and he was not blocked, but he simply seemed to be blocked by some kind of movement.

Zuo Lin was a little angry. He flew up and slammed his fists at the Blood Relic, and Zasa immediately matched Zuo Lin's movements with the same movements. The transparent fist of the Ancestral Soul coincided with the fist of Wulin, and Emile anxiously transformed into a bear also jumped up and slapped it towards the blood relic.

At the moment of the collision, that small dot seemed to turn into a wind outlet, blowing a hurricane like a knife blowing in all directions, and the agitation of the air and the aftermath of the energy collision collided together, blowing the six disciples who were retreating behind Michihiko Ando into the air and falling a few meters away.

Emile's preparation was a little hasty, and the pure power after the transformation could not resist the ripples of energy rushing, and at the moment when Emile seemed to be bounced away, Zuo Lin grabbed her and pulled her to his side steadily. Zuo Lin's feet were already rooted in the ground, and it was only a moment for the whole step to be torn apart by this powerful hurricane, but Zuo Lin's feet had already stepped into the stone steps, and there were even many tough and delicate branches growing in the cracks of the stone to firmly fix Zuo Lin at that point.

Zuo Lin's other hand, as well as Zasa's fists, were in contact with the Blood Relic. The evil and domineering power of the Blood Relic seemed to want to use Zuo Lin's arm as a conductor to attack the rest of Zuo Lin's body, and the blood vessels on Zuo Lin's right hand also skyrocketed, and Zuo Lin's face was full of painful expressions.

A familiar incantation was squeezed out between the teeth with difficulty but precision. Partial Transfiguration?

Emile watched in amazement as Zuo Lin's strange and terrifying right hand deformed, transformed into a larger palm, longer and more powerful fingers, transformed into an eagle's claws, from a small touch between a fist and the blood relic, to a whole grasp of the blood relic. As long as the blood relics can be pulled out of Michihiko Ando's control, this difficult problem should be solved. Naturally, Zasa is also cooperating.

Michihiko Ando smiled evilly, and fought with Zuo Lin with pure strength.

Emile shrank behind Zuo Lin, used Zuo Lin's back to block the knife-like hurricane, and turned back into a human form. The Activation Technique and the Clear Omen Technique fell on Zuo Lin, and the Clear Omen Technique, which was used to find weaknesses and attack, may not be of great use, but it was one of the few supports that Emile could give to Zuo Lin at this moment. Emile knew how hard Zolin had worked today, and knew how the use of these spells, especially the continuous use, and how the casting of spells that she could not understand put on Zorin's body. Her cheeks were pressed against Zuo Lin's back, and her hands were wrapped around Zuo Lin's waist, not only to stabilize her body, but also to express a certain emotion in her heart.

“…… Hey, I still have helpers. Zuo Lin burst out these words, he took out a bottle from his arms and smashed it on the blood relic. I don't know what kind of medicine or liquid it was in the bottle, and the blood relics that were excited to enter a fully open state were like a hot glass ball being poured with a basin of cold water, and a cloud of steam came out with a snort. In the screams of horror and despair of Michihiko Ando, the blood relics cracked and turned into a blood-red stump that fell from the fingers of the two to the ground like red sand.

The fierce wind had subsided, and the surroundings were as quiet as a graveyard. And what broke the silence was Zuo Lin choking, and then a large mouthful of blood spewed out.

Unable to care about anything else, Emile transformed into a tiger, put Zuo Lin on his back, bit the Soul Chaser Scepter and pulled it up, and rushed out of the Ten Directions Divine Palace at the fastest speed she could achieve. Emile felt that the vitality of Zuo Lin on her back was so weak, that she didn't even have the strength to resist her extremely feminist and arbitrary behavior. Zuo Lin's messy heartbeat urged Emile's footsteps, and in an instant they rushed out of the mountain gate and into the reckless forest.

They couldn't intercept it, and it wasn't until Emile left that Zasa's soul slowly disappeared with a satisfied smile on his face......