Since he had decided to try to see if he could transform these resentful spirits, Yan Wubian didn't waste much time, and with a flash of inspiration on his body, the rest of the things beside him were immediately put away, leaving only the extraordinary pitch-black spirit armor.

Taking a deep breath, the momentum on Yan Wubian's body suddenly rose, and he threw the pitch-black spirit armor in his hand forward, and the spirit armor was immediately suspended in mid-air, and then, a majestic spiritual power suddenly poured out from Yan Wubian's palm, and it was continuously input into the spirit armor again.

"Woo!woo......!"

As the spiritual power continues to input into the spirit armor, the spirit armor seems to have been stimulated by something, and it is completely activated, and the light points on it continue to brighten one after another, and the resentful spirits seem to have been resurrected, making bursts of ghost crying wolf howls, and crazy people continue to rush out of the spirit armor, which makes people feel creepy.

These resentful spirits who are subject to the spirit armor body, without anyone manipulating it, cannot fly one meter away from the spirit armor, once they exceed this distance, they seem to have been tortured by something, and they all show a look of pain, turn into a wisp of green smoke and fly back into the spirit armor. Despite this, these countless resentful spirits are still tireless, and with an instinct to get rid of the shackles, they continue to rush out of the spirit armor again and again, like soldiers who are not afraid of death.

The sinister aura that soared into the sky diffused from the bodies of the resentful spirits, filling the entire chamber, accompanied by gusts of yin wind, gently blowing, and the cold breath made the temperature in the chamber continue to drop.

For the changes in the chamber, Yan Wubian seemed to be unaware, his face was calm, a vague and strange syllable continued to come out of his mouth, and on the body sitting cross-legged, a peaceful aura gradually emanated from his body.

These syllables are fast and slow, full of rhythm, as Yan Wubian continues to spit out bytes one by one, these strange syllables keep reverberating in the chamber, as if there are countless monks rushing in unison, the Sanskrit sound rushes into the mind along the ears, and the irritable heart immediately calms down, and the heart can't help but gush out a feeling of wanting to sing in unison.

"Woo!woo......!"

Yan Wubian's voice became faster and faster, and the strange sound like Sanskrit sound directly acted on the resentful spirits in the spirit armor that were constantly rushing out, and all the resentful spirits seemed to have encountered something to be afraid of, and instinctively roared in unison, appearing even more frenzied, and their hideous faces were slightly distorted because they felt the danger coming.

Then, puffs of faint green smoke rose from all the resentful spirits, paused in the sky for a moment, and then dissipated directly into the chamber where bursts of Sanskrit sounds echoed from time to time.

All the negative emotions on the faces of all the resentful spirits, such as irritability, pain, hatred, and anger, disappeared as the green smoke on their bodies continued to float out, replaced by confusion and longing, and the expressions on their faces gradually quieted down.

I don't know how long it took, and the resentful spirits that rushed out of the spirit armor no longer had the slightest resentment, but they were densely packed, layered, and quietly squeezed on the edge of the spirit armor, all of them looked at Yan Wubian who was chanting with kind faces.

At this moment, the sound that echoed in the chamber was like a heavenly sound, not only did it not cause the pain of the resentful spirits, but instead washed the body and mind of the resentful spirits, making their thoughts clear and their hearts calm, and the milky white light spots visible to the naked eye suddenly flew out of the bodies of the resentful spirits, and submerged into Yan Wubian's body one by one.

And all this, Yan Wubian didn't notice anything.

After recalling the method of the Buddha's questioning technique in his mind, the light attribute spiritual power in Yan Wubian's body had already been running quickly according to the route of the martial art, and at the same time, he was also reciting those awkward incantations in his mouth.

Although he had successfully cultivated this martial technique before, the awkward spell still made Yan Wubian feel awkward for a while, but fortunately, with the continuous chanting, he got used to it, and the sound of the spell coming out of his mouth became faster and faster.

Unconsciously, the spell that naturally blurted out made Yan Wubian only feel a sense of tranquility in his heart, completely forgetting that he was still crossing those resentful spirits, and the light attribute spiritual power in his body had been rapidly surging in the meridians, and he was actually immersed in cultivation.

At this time, the peaceful aura emanating from Yan Wubian's body became stronger and stronger, like a spring breeze sweeping, sweeping away the originally gloomy aura in the wing room, and the originally cold room instantly returned to normal.

Just after the milky white light spots that flew out of all the resentful spirits entered Yan Wubian's body, the light attribute spiritual power that was running in his body suddenly expanded, and then, a surging momentum flashed from his body in an instant, and a vague pale golden phantom rose from behind it.

Although the facial features of this pale golden phantom could not be seen clearly, it was full of a sense of majesty, judging from its size and outline, it was manifested according to Yan Wubian's body.

What's more, from the blurred mouth of the phantom, the same incantation sound as Yan Wubian continued to come out, making the peaceful and tranquil atmosphere in the wing room even stronger.

"I broke through, and I actually returned to the original Danling consummation like this!"

I don't know when, Yan Wubian, who had recovered from his cultivation state, found that he had originally descended to the light attribute spiritual power of Danling Xiaocheng because of the transfer of the Nine Saints Transformation Divine Skill, but without his knowledge, he unknowingly made continuous breakthroughs and regained the consummation of Danling, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise in his heart.

However, Yan Wubian, who was in a state of surprise, didn't notice that the pale golden phantom behind it had shrunk in an instant as he became conscious, and quietly disappeared into the depths of his mind.

"Hahaha, it worked, it really worked!"

At this time, Yan Wubian had already stopped chanting, and looked at the resentful spirits around Lingjia who looked calm, had kind faces, and had no trace of resentment, and couldn't help but show a happy laugh.

Although I don't know why these resentful spirits didn't disappear without a trace and re-enter the cycle of reincarnation. But the change in the breath and smart eyes of the resentful spirits are enough to prove that they are no longer just the irrational resentful spirits they used to be, but completely awake, and maybe even their memories have been restored.

Just as Yan Wubian's lips moved slightly, ready to try to swell with these resentful spirits, these resentful spirits that had no substance, only a transformed figure, and the void was half brittle, bowing towards Yan Wubian, and then, one by one, they turned into a point of light again and shot into the spirit armor, and in the end, only the figure of an old man continued to stay in the air.