But fortunately, this time it was a fool. In addition, with this lesson, he believes that if he continues to write in a short time, he will not encounter any more imps who do not have long eyes to disturb him.

As he had guessed, when he put down the fifth ghost talisman, his writing was a little smoother than before, as if someone was secretly helping him, and there was a world of difference from the sluggish and difficult before.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he quickly and confidently put down the sixth and final rune.

In the same order as he remembered, he drew the gourd from end to end, and although the handwriting was a little crooked, he still successfully completed this first drawing.

But at the moment when the painting was completed, there seemed to be a huge suction force on the rice paper, absorbing most of his body's strength out of thin air.

He didn't expect that there would be such a show when this was completed, and it was when the bowl of ink containing spiritual power had already blocked most of the attraction for him!

After the bowl of ink had been completely drained, and the stars and lights had dimmed instantly, the terrible attraction finally stopped, and at the same time, a gust of yin wind began to slowly shine outward, causing the candle flame on the table to shake slightly.

Du Bai's eyes were firmly fixed on the six runes that were circular, and at this moment, it was vaguely seen that they seemed to be slowly rotating, forming a dark and deep black hole circle, and the deep cold and strange aura seeped out to the outside world like a shape, making Du Bai, who was already weak, subconsciously shiver.

"Done ......"

This mountain ghost turning method itself is not too difficult a spell, but it is only because his foundation is too weak that it will be difficult. Fortunately, after some operation, he still completed it successfully.

The next steps were a little more procedural, and he just had to wait and see.

After a few breaths, a ghost slowly rose from the ground and stopped in front of Du Bai.

The ghost's face was glazed, completely devoid of the agility and cunning of the ghosts he had seen before, like a marionette. Indeed, it is a geist who has been imprisoned by this spell.

Du Bai looked at him with some curiosity, in a sense, this was the first time he had seen a ghost head-on.

However, this geist seems to be too weak, and its body is illusory and its face is blurred and it is impossible to distinguish between men and women, but it exudes an eerie chill on its body, and if it is too hot in summer, it can definitely be used to make a portable refrigerator - provided that it is not sunburned to death first.

Without much thought, Du Bai began to try to control the geist.

When I closed my eyes, I could vaguely feel a subtle connection between myself and this geist, as if there was a thread wrapped between the two of them, but it was looming, and it seemed to be broken and disappeared at any moment.

This is naturally due to the fact that this spell has a time limit.

He didn't dare to delay, trying to get the perspective of this wandering spirit through this invisible thread and manipulate it. Probably because he himself was quite skilled in exchanging between the two bodies many times, which was quickly successful.

Du Bai, who took over the body of this wandering spirit, instantly felt his body flutter lightly, as if a gust of wind could blow him away, but there was a faint attraction on the ground that pulled him to prevent it from becoming the so-called "lonely soul and wild ghost".

In addition, he soon discovered something somewhat surprising.

I saw that the point of light representing the "Nightmare Dragon King" in his mind continued to come from a force to help him maintain and control this geist, so that he quickly eliminated the frosted glass-like stagnation, like an arm, and at the same time, he also had a strong strength far beyond himself.

If it weren't for the fear that he would shatter this poor weak spirit, he felt that the power would increase several times more.

"This is the power of the Ghost King."

Even if the serious injury is not healed, even if it is thousands of miles away, just a small amount of power transmitted is extremely amazing.

I couldn't clearly understand it before, but with comparison, I realized the horror of the doppelganger!

Without further ado, he took a step forward, taking advantage of his soul body and passing directly through the wall, suspended in midair.

Originally, he wanted to go directly to the most suspicious Liu Mansion, but the mana fluctuations from the Su Family South Garden attracted his attention.

This is the place where Zen Master Huaisheng is scheduled to spend the night with a ghost.

But looking at the current situation, it doesn't seem to be good!

Du Bai's heart moved, and he controlled the soul body to fly slowly over there.

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At this moment, in the corridor of Nanyuan, several strong guards had fainted and fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

And the original light and calm Huaisheng Zen Master is in a mess at the moment, the robe on his body is torn, there are deep scratches on his arms, and the Buddhist beads in his hands have been scattered all over the ground, kneeling on the futon, he can only desperately recite the scriptures at the moment, maintaining the light of the Buddha that is inviolable to all evils on his body.

But his throat was getting drier and more painful, and there was a hint of fishy sweetness—it was his own blood.

It's almost unbearable.

And the moment he stopped reciting the scriptures, it was the moment he died.

He didn't dare to slack off, but there was a little remorse in his heart.

I thought that there was only a small resentful soul in this Su family, which could be dispelled at will. But he never expected that the resentful soul seemed to be driven by evil behind it, and his strength was quite strong.

If there is no turnaround, I am afraid that I will die here.

In front of her, a female ghost with a blue face and burning hair was suspended in mid-air, her slender and white arms dancing in the wind, and her translucent body loomed, as if it was one with the surrounding darkness. And its face is not as fierce as that of ordinary evil ghosts, but rather a dull appearance, with empty eyes, like a marionette, obviously controlled by a master behind his back.

"My Buddha's Compassion ......"

The Zen master closed his eyes and continued to chant the scriptures, ignoring the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"I don't go to hell, who goes to hell ......"

It's just that just when he decided to make a desperate bet, he suddenly noticed a stronger yin wind coming, and the whole courtyard instantly became ghostly, as if there were many ghosts, far stronger than the little female ghost in front of him, and his movements were so shocked that he stopped suddenly, and he didn't dare to move easily, that is, the tongue of chanting the scriptures was stiff a little.

The monk raised his stiff neck slightly, his eyes narrowed, and sure enough, he found that there was an extra ghost in the air!

Although this new ghost is not as terrifying as the female ghost, and even has a blurred face, as if it is a new ghost who has just died, the terrifying aura that keeps emerging from its body tells others that it is not easy to mess with.

The Zen master was terrified, this ghost was so amazing, and his cultivation was afraid that it was bottomless! This time, it's his senior brother who is here, and I'm afraid he will also fall here.