"Okay, since you refuse to cooperate, then I'll find someone to accompany you!"

Shang Biao glanced at the unspeakable witch house in the holy flame and made a decision.

Closing the door of the Holy Fire Temple, although there is no calamity, no one will come to the Holy Fire Temple to talk to the witch house at night.

Shang Biao pushed open the door of the stone house closest to the Holy Fire Temple, and there was a widow living inside, and after her husband died in the mouth of a strange beast, he left her only such a room to remember.

Shang Biao pushed the door loudly, but the woman was unable to get up.

The heeling phantom hovered above Shang Biao's head, a cheerful dancer, the plague had already spread within this hundred meters.

"Tanuki, what are you going to do, I know you've always liked me, but I've been~"

"Whew!"

Shang Biao, whose face was full of black lines, really didn't want to listen to her next brain supplement, the copper spear was inserted into her throat, and the ghost boy stretched out his claws and sank into the corpse's head, and the void soul was pulled out.

"Master, Ami, I want to eat!"

"The soul is thrown in, the essence and blood belong to you, and the smell of blood is cleaned up."

The Black Order Banner swept over, taking in the soul that was trembling with fear.

The ghost boy's expression became richer and richer, and he spit out a half-foot-long tongue and shook it a few times at Shang Biao's departing back, then crawled on the wound and took a deep breath, and the corpse was visibly shriveled.

"Phew, it's unpalatable!"

The blue and black grimace deliberately imitated Shang Biao's expression, and the master and servant were more and more similar, both of them were holding the bowl to eat, putting down the bowl and scolding the cook.

One by one, and after a few hours, Shang Biao's Black Order Banner had gathered enough souls of ninety-nine fire-weary people.

Most of them were widowed women, but there were also a few old warriors.

In the Holy Fire Temple, Shang Biao stood in the center of the altar with a talisman pen in his hand, dipped in the blood that still emitted heat, and from time to time compared with the records on the "Yinshan Dharma", calligraphy and painting runes.

The formation he was going to arrange did not belong to the Yinshan Method, and I don't know which generation of descendants got a formation called Soul Sacrifice and Demon Summoning by chance, according to the number of souls sacrificed in the formation, it can make magic weapons or people get a great increase.

The Yinshan who was reluctant to destroy the painstaking efforts of the ancestors was recorded in the "Yinshan Law" for future generations to increase their knowledge.

It's just to increase knowledge, not to mention gathering ninety-nine living souls in reality, even if it's a normal death of the wandering soul, it's very difficult. Maybe your identity will be exposed, and you will be cast a spell by the righteous people to eliminate the demons. Dare to use this array, just look for death.

Just as Shang Biao finished drawing the last stroke, the stone door of the Holy Fire Hall was pushed open, and Yan Qi walked out with a spear.

The bloody breath was blowing in his nose, and Yan Qi looked at Shang Biao standing on the altar in disbelief.

The witch house, which never leaves the Holy Fire Temple easily, is actually gone, and the altar is full of messes, painted with blood-written runes, and only outsiders dare to make such a desecration of the Holy Fire in the Holy Fire Temple.

Mourning, Mo is more than dead, Yan Qi's gray eyes stared at the bloodstained spear beside Shang Biao, and moved over step by step.

"Outside, coming, coming!"

After a word, the sound was like crying blood, and when he stepped on the altar, Yan Qi suddenly pounced on Shang Biao like a beast that had lost its mind.

"Bell"

The two spears staggered, and Yan Qi was knocked to the ground by Shang Biao.

Missing an arm, losing a lot of blood, and losing his mind, such a Yan Qi is not as good as an ordinary person.

"Hehe, the master let me swallow him, Ami has learned a new ability!"

The blood qi of 100 people has made up for the innate lack of mind for the ghost child, but it has not digested it all, and most of the blood qi is stored on the small skull where it is lodged.

The yin wind that seeped into the marrow of the human bone exhaled from the mouth of the ghost boy, and a soul that kept struggling was sucked out of the body of the Yan Qi.

The ghost boy had a humanized expression of enjoyment on his face, and he was like two ghosts like the previous dementia.

Shang Biao glanced at the ghost boy who was a little carried away, and made up his mind that he would have to train it well after returning to the theater.

If you dare to do it without obeying orders, you must teach it a lesson.

"The ancient demon has sacrificed the soul array, the ancestor immortal has passed through the heavens, the gate of heaven is opened after the door of heaven is opened, please ask the true demon to help me with the law, the formation rises!"

The finger in Shang Biao's hand changed, and the mana in his body hooked the runes in the array, activating the soul sacrifice array.

The Black Order Banner was suspended in mid-air, and in the center of the formation, where the runes of the eight directions converged, the Qianyuan Na Fire Bead was quietly placed.

As Shang Biao's mantra was recited, the sky over the entire fire-weary country was instantly covered with dark clouds, the wind was howling, and the sand was flying and the stones were flying. In the dark clouds, there were bursts of thunder, and the lightning was uncertain.

Although Shang Biao noticed the abnormal movement outside the hall, his mind was on the soul sacrifice array, and there was a ghost boy on guard, and he did not make any noises in front of him.

Ninety-nine yin spirits in the formation huddled together like sardines, and when they saw Shang Biao, the culprit, they let out a miserable cry.

Several old soldiers screamed a few times, and pounced with their teeth and claws, only Shang Biao's flesh and blood could alleviate the pain of these unjust souls.

"Roar!"

The phantom of Qiqi emerged from Shang Biao's chest, looking up to the sky and roaring. The unjust souls who had dared to take the lead in the rebellion were scattered by the roaring souls, and their minds were completely lost.

After the phantom of Qiqi roared, it suddenly shrank and condensed, flew to Shang Biao's shoulder and squatted, looking at Shang Biao with interest.

And the soul sacrifice array also changed at this time, the space cracked a crack more than half a meter long, and a claw covered with black hair squeezed out of the space crack, scooping all the yin souls in his hand.

"Suck ~ exhale, quack, so familiar taste! Little bug, your sacrifice tastes good~"

A strange piercing magic sound came out from the cracks in the space, making Shang Biao tremble, his bones numb, and cold sweat kept sliding down his head.

"Thunderbolt~"

A purple thunderbolt struck through the Holy Fire Temple, falling straight on top of the black claw, followed by several more purple thunderbolts.

"Zixiao Divine Thunder!"

Shang Biao's ears were also congested with thunder, but he didn't realize it and muttered a name.

What kind of thing did he summon, and he actually provoked the Zixiao God Thunder Heaven to destroy the demon.

"Damn it!"

The spatial cracks were full of purple thunder, and they quickly healed, and the claws that were emitting green smoke were forced to pull back. When the crack was only the size of a bowl, a drop of black pus and blood flew out and merged into the Qianyuanna Fire Bead.

"Little bug, next time, sacrifice, better, more!"

When the sound was gone, the crack closed.

Shang Biao was so shocked by the shocking scene that he couldn't calm down for a long time, and he didn't even notice Qiqi's disappearance.

"Master, someone is coming."

The ghost boy's cry woke him up from shock, and Shang Biao didn't hesitate, grabbed the Qianyuan Na Fire Bead and identified it.

Qianyuan Na Fire Bead (Demon Blood Amplification)

The rest are question marks, and the theater can't identify them.

"Transform into the appearance of a witch house, control the first few people, and if you can't control everyone, let them kill each other!"