Shi Jian stomped on the ground while chanting a mantra to invite Zhang Tianshi to come, and the sound of the lengthy incantation was like rain hitting the plantain, poignant, but it also revealed a sense of unhurriedness, between urgency and slowness, the wind suddenly rose.

The leaves are falling and the clouds are fluttering. One day, the stars became dim, and the dust and sand everywhere were sprinkled. The incense burner on the altar table was poured with incense ashes, and the candles were crooked.

This wind is really powerful, as fierce as this, the yin qi, corpse qi, evil qi, and resentment will dissipate as soon as it blows, and even the thief leader and Ah Chang's fierce power will not be able to support it, and the heavenly corpse yin and yang spirit transformation array will collapse instantly.

The worst is Ma Linxiang, he is a ghost, at this moment he is like a living person, he is unstable by the wind, it is difficult to walk, he exclaimed, his body is off the ground, fortunately, his eyes are fast, and he clung to a bush to avoid being swept away by the wind.

The surrounding situation was in Shi Jian's eyes, and he was secretly frightened, the last time he used the Divine Invitation Technique, it didn't seem to be such a big scene, could it be because of the improvement of his cultivation?

Shi Jian abandoned distracting thoughts, gathered mastery of God, and at the end of the mantra, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be a thick cloud floating above his head, and Mount Tai pressed down as if he was pressing down, making Shi Jian's face show a little hard look.

"The disciple is dedicated to praying and pleading, and the Heavenly Master Sect Master has come down. The Divine Soldier is as urgent as the law! ”

After reading it urgently, Shi Jian hurriedly held his breath, and the thick clouds above his head quickly pressed down, turning into invisible and qualitative energy that drilled into Shi Jian's body along the pores.

As if he had drunk a big tonic, Shi Jian's face turned red, and his body was full of inexhaustible strength, if the second master was here, he felt that he would definitely be able to punch him away.

Ah Chang, suffer death!

Shi Jian's palm flipped over, the Yin Wood Sword appeared in his hand, his feet stomped into the air, and the eagle flew straight out two or three feet away like wings, and forcefully inserted it between the thief leader and Ah Chang.

As soon as the Yin Mu Sword was drawn, Ah Chang was hit hard, his back arched, his feet hung in the air, and green liquid burst out. This random blow contained an astonishing power, and it hit Ah Chang dizzily, his eyes were full of stars, and he lay on the ground like a toad, and he had no power to fight back.

In the monk's fighting method, the magic technique is quite weak, but its power is something that no cultivator can ignore.

In the movie Uncle Zombie, at the beginning, the four-eyed Taoist and the master Yixiu were beaten half to death by the royal zombies, and the four-eyed Taoist asked the ancestor to come up, and immediately came to life, and in turn blasted the zombies, and the zombies were all scared, and they turned around to escape.

The four-eyed Taoist invited the Maoshan Patriarch, and Shi Jian invited the Old Ancestor Heavenly Master, the heavenly court is upright, and the power is not the same.

Of course, please magic is not invincible, there is an upper limit of blessings, there is a time limit, the longest time will not exceed a pillar of incense, as for the level of strength, it all depends on the object invited, the proficiency of the magic invitation, whether the caster is sincere and physical condition.

Shi Jian didn't know what level his strength had reached, he only knew that he was stronger than Ah Chang, and he was crushing!

With one foot stomped, Ah Chang's entire back was sunken, and he spit out green liquid in his mouth, he wanted to resist, he wanted to struggle, he wanted to shake the foot on his back away, but he couldn't do it with all his might, as if he was stepping on not one foot, but a mountain.

Shi Jian looked down at Ah Chang, he was now like an ant who was trampled under his feet, he was completely free of the fierce flames in the White Sun Cave, and the resentment, evil qi, and quagmire abilities that he was proud of collapsed in an instant in the face of the suppression of the divine power of the Ancestor Heavenly Master, and he didn't even have the qualifications to show it.

Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, the tip of the sword pointed downward, and the black Yin wood sword on the surface was suddenly wrapped in a layer of rich yellow light, aimed at the back of Ah Chang's head, and stabbed out violently.

Ah Chang's head was made of tofu, and it was easily pierced by the Yin Wood Sword, nailing him to the ground. A scream that could pierce a person's eardrum came from Ah Chang's body, and he twisted his body frantically, bursting out with all his strength, and the two rope nets flashed brightly, and it looked a little unbearable.

Unable to break free with his strength, Ah Chang turned his body into a puddle of mud, and the strong smell of sulfur and corruption impacted Shi Jian's sense of smell, but his face did not change, and the soles of his feet were still firmly trampled on the mud.

Elongated, thinned, shrunk, and infiltrated, no matter how Ah Chang changed the shape of his body, he could never get rid of the Yin Mu Sword and Shi Jian's soles. He regained his true form, and a black shadow appeared on his back, like a snake, bending and stretching, screaming incessantly, and the resentment, hatred, and evil qi that lingered on it were dispersed by the earth qi contained in the Yin Wood Sword.

The black shadow is Ah Chang's ghost, Shi Jian has never seen such a miserable ghost, the soul body is incomplete, the face is as hideous and terrifying as the real body, carved out of a mold, the ten fingers are empty, the thigh is like being bitten by a dog, there is a piece missing, and the left shoulder is completely gone.

I can't imagine how he survived. As time passed, Shi Jian found the answer, and he used hatred, resentment, anger, evil spirit, and love to replenish the remnant soul.

"Ling'er......" Ah Chang's remnant soul regained a little consciousness, the screams were weak, the struggle was small, and the violent blood-red eyes looked directly at Xu Ling'er's body, and the two lines of blood and tears slipped silently.

Shi Jian sighed secretly, and took out the corpse talisman to control Xu Ling'er to jump over. When it landed, a green silk fluttered, revealing a beautiful face. Such as the cage smoke peony, such as the mirror inside, such as the shadow under the moon, such as the curtain shape, there is an indescribable hazy beauty.

"She's been dead for so many days, how can she still look like a living person?" Shi Jian's eyes widened, and his heart was uncertain.

The faces of the dead are completely different from those of the living, and even if they are the same person, life and death are two states. And Xu Ling'er's face is almost the same as when she was alive, revealing a breath of vitality, if it weren't for the corpse smell and dead eyes on her body, Shi Jian would have thought she was not dead.

Ah Chang looked at Xu Ling'er steadily, and a surprise and happy smile suddenly appeared on his hideous and terrifying face, he seemed to see his wife Xu Ling'er, she was sitting on the stool in front of her, her eyes were gentle as water, and her lips were lightly opened:

"Love in sweet dreams, singing harmonious and melodious pairs, falling flowers and dancing are still drunk, I would rather people grow up, know each other, intoxicate each other, over 10,000 years, love each other as before, still together, like swallows flying, the sky goes, happy flying, why bother to hang more, why worry more, love like honey ......"

The intoxicating singing voice floated into his ears, Ah Chang smiled lightly, put his hands together, made an erhu shape, and performed the song with his wife.

Shi Jian waved his hand to stop Ma Linxiang who flew over, closed his eyes slightly, he couldn't hear any sound, but the spirit sitting in the purple mansion seemed to be immersed in sweet singing, and he couldn't extricate himself.

At the end of the song, Xu Ling'er stood up, walked towards Ah Chang with Nana, stretched out her jade hand, Ah Chang smiled and reached out to hold his wife's hand, and the mutilated soul slowly drifted away with the wind.