The master of the Fan family stretched out his hand, and the second flag flew into his hand, and as soon as he was in the wind, another pillar of light flew up, and a figure appeared in the air, the same as before, and it was a blood shadow, which fused with the pair of knee pads, and other book friends looked at it normally:. This was done three times, until the eight blood shadows fused with the battle armor, and the warlord who was originally just a phantom had gradually become materialized, but it was still empty above the shoulder.

At this time, Fan Sixian had already picked up the ninth flag, and under the wind, the ninth figure appeared in the air, it was a girl dressed in green clothes with an indifferent expression, it was Gu Yan! Fan Sixian shouted: "Where is the head!" ”

He unfurled the picture in his hand, and suddenly it stretched dozens of zhang long like a rainbow through the sky, and endless white light projected towards Gu Yan's phantom, as if he wanted to completely absorb her body into the painting.

Gu Yan only felt that she had a splitting headache, as if there were countless steel needles desperately stabbing her sea of knowledge. The helmet inside the magic bag vibrated constantly, as if it was about to break through her restraints and fly out.

At this time, I felt that two people grabbed her wrists one by one, one left and one right, and shouted: "Go!" Then she disappeared silently into the crowd.

When Gu Yan felt that the stinging pain in the sea of consciousness had weakened, he realized that he was already in a crypt. Standing next to him was the black-clothed Wufang. Yue Mingge, on the other hand, stood at the mouth of the cave, waving a few array flags in front of him with a solemn face, and laid a small magic circle in front of him.

Outside the cave, the wind was miserable, and several flags were swaying in the wind, trembling under the cold wind, as if they were in danger of falling at any moment.

Gu Yan stood up strongly, thanked Wufang, and said, "What the hell is going on?" ”

Wufang said in a deep voice: "He wants to collect the soul of the Star Sea Demon Lord and bring him back from the dead, and other book friends can read it normally:!" ”

Gu Yan exclaimed: "How is this possible! "No matter how advanced a monk's cultivation is during his lifetime, when he dies, his body will turn into dust. A powerful monk can leave his divine thoughts in the world, but it is only a wisp of divine consciousness, far less powerful than the main body, and usually with the passage of time or the completion of the original task, it will fade with the wind and become the most fundamental vitality in heaven and earth. Words like resurrection from the dead are just legends of those ordinary men and fools in the mortal world, as an immortal cultivator, Gu Yan clearly knows that there is no such thing in the world!

Yue Mingge, who had already set up the magic circle, said in a deep voice: "This is not impossible! He sat cross-legged on the ground and let out a long breath, as if he had just set up a magic circle, which consumed a lot of his energy.

"This is a very vicious spell among demon cultivators. The Star Sea Demon Lord died here back then, and this is the ancient battlefield left behind. He was besieged by more than a dozen monks, Zuihou dismembered his body with a knife, and although his divine consciousness was dispersed, the remaining resentment could not be subsided. Attached to his battle armor, it needs to be suppressed with the secret technique of the Taoist Xuanmen, and it will take tens of thousands of years to be able to dissolve.

"Fan Sixian used the method of blood sacrifice, so that the armor that was divided into nine parts recognized the master and found a master who was most suitable for him. Then use their essence and blood vitality to reorganize the body of the Star Sea Demon Lord, and then refine the resentment on the battle armor into divine consciousness, and finally condense this phantom into a substantial life. This is the method of refining souls with nine bloods! ”

Yue Mingge finished this series of words in one breath, and then looked at Gu Yan intently, "Yan Daoyou, I don't know if this is your real name. But Fan Sixian used the Nine Blood Soul Search Array in the air, but he couldn't find your divine soul, could it be that you are a demon cultivator, do you have a secret method to escape his control? ”

Gu Yan said with a smile: "Brother Yue is really discerning, he can see so many things, but I don't know, do you want me to be, or not?" She also looked at Yue Mingge, "Brother Yue claims to be from overseas, and his origin is unpredictable, but he knows the story of this place very clearly, I have some doubts, are you an undercover agent sent by Fan Sixian?" ”

Her eyes were firmly fixed on Yue Mingge, holding the lamp in her palm, purple flames kept flickering on the wick, and three sharp gold arrows were held in the palm of her other hand, making a clanging sound. Although Wu Fang on the other side didn't speak, he also looked at Yue Mingge with very sharp eyes, obviously ready to shoot at any time.

Yue Mingge was stunned for a moment, and smiled bitterly: "Two, now that we are in the same room, we are all friends in distress, do you still have any doubts about me?" ”

Gu Yan said lightly: "If you don't tell the history and explain the question just now, I don't mind eradicating an unknown scourge first." ”

Yue Mingge smiled bitterly: "Yan Daoyou's actions are really decisive, and he can't hide it, he is not an overseas monk. He said with a solemn expression, "I am from the Shangqing Palace, and I am a disciple of the real person who is in charge of the sect Mingyu. ”

Gu Yan was suddenly moved! She came to Luodi not long ago, but when she was overseas, she heard the monks of Luodi say that the head of the Shangqing Palace, Mingyu Zhenren, has the realm of the late stage of the Yudan, and is the most profound monk in Luodi, and it is said that he is the most promising person in Luodi in the past thousand years. His personal disciple, who could at least be compared to the patriarch of a Immortal Cultivation family, would actually sneak in here without a sound!

Wufang also looked at him with some surprise, "The so-called son of a daughter can't sit down." Brother Yue, as a personal disciple of the true person in charge of the sect, would he disguise himself as a nameless Qi refining cultivator and come here to fight for life and death? ”

Yue Mingge sighed: "I'm here to carry a heavy responsibility, so it's okay to say more at this time." Tens of thousands of years ago, immortal cultivators and demon cultivators had fought countless battles, and Luodi was one of the main battlefields. This Taihua Mountain was the main battlefield of the fall of the Xinghai Demon Lord. Originally, on the shore of Xuanshui, there was no Taihua Mountain, that was the mountain peak that those monks with earth-shaking magical powers used great magic power to flatten countless lands and pull them up! ”

Gu Yan couldn't help but be fascinated, she seemed to be back in the chaotic space again, countless scenes hit her mind, those monks who could turn over the river and the sea and the vast number of gods, unscrupulously launched their battles, the sun was nightmare, the moon was eclipsed, the heavens and the earth were impressed, and the wind and clouds changed color.

Yue Mingge continued: "The ancestor of the founding sect of the Shangqing Palace is a monk who survived the great war that year. He supported the Fan family in the land of Xuanshui, and the main task was to let them guard Taihua Mountain, firmly guard the magic circle set up by the nine monks with the secret technique of Xuanmen, and suppress the sky-covering armor! ”