Eyes swept over the torch panel.

Yan Jing quickly realized the difference in this mission.

The first two main quests not only don't mention combat at all, but instead require him to hide his identity.

The third is more of a supplement to the mission, and is clearly not the real goal of the torch.

The key lies in the torch's introduction to another world.

Yan Jing was accustomed to getting a general understanding of the situation in the other world through this part of the text.

It was the first Terran he had encountered so far who was able to suppress the invasion of another world, blocking them from a world outside the realm.

Even though there are still many fish that have slipped through the net, the overall situation does not seem to be much different from the present world.

In Yan Jing's opinion, this may be the main reason why the torch specially arranged for him to come to this world.

To put it bluntly, I hope to learn from the experience of this other world.

Yan Jing was equally curious about this, after all, there was a great expedition to the Divine World waiting ahead of him on the road he was going to take.

If he can learn the techniques of resisting the invasion of evil in this world, it will undoubtedly be of great help to him in his next actions.

Of course, all of the above is just Yan Jing's speculation.

The most important thing now is to get out of this embarrassing state as soon as possible.

No matter how powerful Yan Jing is, it is impossible for him to carry out the task with such an attitude as he is now.

Judging from the behavior of the believers of the underworld in the Soul Suppression Temple, it seems that the entire hall is carrying out a certain ritual, and they are just an important part of this ritual.

That's right, they!

Yan Jing could clearly feel that he was not the only one who housed the soul tablet.

To be precise, there is a soul in each tablet.

Wait a minute.

It was clear that I couldn't extend my perception just now, so why did it suddenly change?

The sudden change caught Yan Jing's attention.

He quickly found the reason.

Incense!

Due to the proximity to the incense in the ding, Yan Jing noticed that the gray mist generated by the burning of the incense sticks in the ding did not dissipate in the air, but was distributed to the many tablets on the stage.

The gray mist seems to contain some kind of energy that has a positive effect on the soul.

The soul that originally seemed to be entangled in chains seemed to be relieved of its burden at this moment, leaving only a layer of restraint in the dark.

With the expansion of perception.

Yan Jing was keenly aware of the strangeness of some tablets high up behind him.

The strength of the soul in the host is one or more levels higher than that of the surrounding soul, and it also has a special psionic response.

No wonder the location is different.

There is also a gap between souls and souls.

What made Yan Jing strange was that with his soul strength, he should have been ranked first, but he ended up being placed at the most mediocre level.

Could it be that this is a deliberate arrangement of the torch, in order to hide the identity and be able to carry out the exploration mission smoothly?

Regardless, the ceremony continued.

Wait until the incense sticks in the ding are more than half burned.

Yan Jing could hear the sound of musical instruments, chanting, and the preaching of a few people outside the closed temple door.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Until the three bells rang outside the Soul Palace, the high-pitched suona sound suddenly sounded.

The believers in the temple stood in two rows on the left and right, chanting in unison,

"Yama's Edict, the Soul Hall is opened!"

"Monks are invited!"

"Wake up!"

The moment the words fell, a wave of qi appeared out of thin air in the entire Soul Suppression Palace, blowing open the hall door.

Yan Jing, who lived on the table, took this opportunity to throw himself out of the hall.

I saw a column of young men and women standing in the center of the wide stone path in front of the Soul Suppression Hall, each dressed brightly and brightly, and there was a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy on their bodies, thinking that they were the monks that the believers were talking about.

As the door of the Soul Suppression Hall opened, these monks stepped forward one after another in the order of lining up and entered the hall.

The first one is one

A young man with a sturdy body and a handsome appearance.

He was obviously very familiar with the process of the ceremony, and calmly stepped into the temple, first respectfully saluted to the statue of Yama and the tablets, and then took out a bell the size of half a palm from his bosom and shook it, chanting words in his mouth.

There were some obscure spells in front of them, Yan Jing couldn't hear them clearly, but surprisingly, the last few words were exceptionally clear,

"I beg the Fire Soul Warrior to help me, cleanse the evil spirits, and clarify Unai!"

Fire Soul Warrior?

Yan Jingzheng was surprised at where the soul warrior mentioned by this young man was.

In the next second, he sensed a scorching wave of heat rising behind him.

A scorching red glow shot out from one of the several tablets at the top.

The wind and snow outside the Soul Suppression Hall melted at this moment, and many believers in the hall began to chant obscure incantations in unison.

The shape of the tablet gradually changed in the sound of this chanting, and it was actually stretched into a human form.

At first, it was formed by the flames, and then the flames turned into crimson robes, enveloping a majestic figure of a majestic man, wearing a red hat on his head, and a curtain of gauze blowing down the edges to hide his face, and the heat was released from all over his body.

Almost at the same time, the bell in the young man's hand began to change.

It glows orange as if it had been smeared with a layer of lava.

"Receit!"

The devotees chanted again, and the young man held up the bell in his right hand and turned to walk towards the temple gate triumphantly, while the soul warrior named Huoyou followed behind.

I see......

Yan Jing, who was onlookers, began to understand the ritual.

The tablet is not only a prop for the soul, but also the body of the soul.

If you want to return to human form, you have to sign a contract with these monks, and then you can complete the transformation under the dual effect of the chanting of the devotees and the mysterious power of the Soul Suppression Temple.

However, this Fire Soul Warrior doesn't seem to be able to speak, and he doesn't have much personal thinking.

If you have to say it......

Some of them look like zombies driven by Taoist priests?

When the second monk entered the Soul Suppression Hall, Yan Jing did not rush out, but chose to wait and see again, in order to ensure that his identity was not revealed, he had to first find out the actions and characteristics of these soul warriors.

However, Yan Jing soon found out that he was actually self-inflicted, and no one chose him at all!

Through perception, Yan Jing learned that the strength of the souls lodged in the tablets on the altar was arranged from high to low, and these monks who entered the Soul Town Hall had obviously been sorted a long time ago.

The most direct evidence is that they all choose the tablet as high as possible without exception, and everyone has already decided which soul warrior they have contracted before they come in, and there is no matter of Yan Jing here.

It was impossible for him to force his way out and intercept it.

Although it would not be difficult to do this with the ability of the Dragon Tiger Yama Statue, if he did, Yan Jing would almost certainly fail the main quest one.

Therefore, Yan Jing had to choose to wait.

Soon the two or three rows on the high ground were all selected, and the rest were all souls of similar strength.

At this point, Yan Jing also knew the meaning of being mixed into the most mediocre batch under the operation of the torch.

Since the previous soul warriors had their own names, it meant that they were very likely to have corresponding heels before becoming soul warriors, and mediocrity meant that no one cared about them, which was the best disguise.

It's time to get out of trouble!

It was also at this time that there was a brief commotion outside the Soul Suppression Palace.

Yan Jing's gaze couldn't help but cast forward.

I saw a girl with a good figure, an extremely outstanding appearance, and a bit of heroism between her eyebrows and eyes, striding into the threshold.

A plain white caftan covered with a valuable fur coat.

Judging from the gestures alone, it is obviously extraordinary, even more than most of the people who came in before, but they are walking in the third batch, and there is a vague stubborn look on their faces.

The soul warrior contract should have been a long-awaited thing.

But now looking at the empty first three floors of the altar, Bai Ruosu still subconsciously pursed her lips, and her heart was full of coldness.

This was her only chance to revive her family, but she lost hope because of the manipulation of those people......

No, a true monk, even if the soul warrior of the contract is weak, has a chance to rise, as long as he can obtain enough merits, he will naturally have a second chance to contract!

The hands that had fallen into the big crumble tightened suddenly, and he immediately took out the bell he had prepared.

Bai Ruosu looked at the remaining dozen or so gray-covered tablets in front of the statue of Yama, began to chant prayers in accordance with the ritual, and added softly at the end,

"The Bai clan has worked hard for many years, and they dare not slack off in the slightest, and now they are suddenly in a calamity, so I beg Yama to have mercy on me, guide the soul warriors for me, find out the grievances, and kill the evil spirits!"

The voice fell, and Bai Ruosu looked straight ahead.

A gray light leaped out from the front of the worship platform and landed right in front of her.

It is customary for the devotees to begin chanting incantations.

Bai Ruosu looked at the gradually changing human form in front of him.

Dressed in a black robe.

Wears a gray hat.

There was neither aura, nor anomalous power, nor an oracle from the king of Yama.

He looked down at the gray bell in his hand.

The body shook uncontrollably.

Bai Ruosu's shoulders collapsed slightly, sighed lightly, and turned away with heavy steps.

Although she was mentally prepared on the way here, in the face of the cruel reality, her heavy heart still overwhelmed her.

"What's the matter with this guy, didn't you shout to plead with Yama for mercy?"

Yan Jing, who was walking behind Bai Ruosu, looked at the front through the gauze curtain around the hat, and raised his eyebrows slightly.