No matter the size and shape of this altar, it was the same as the previous altar, and the position was still the same as the original position, even the big drum destroyed on the altar was no different from the previous one, and the fan seriously suspected that this altar was the one she had seen before.

But after the fire, all the plants and trees were destroyed, and this square wooden altar should not be left alone, unless it was deliberately protected by the night. It's just that what is the wooden altar of the Nightshade Keeper doing, could it be that he has long expected that he will be able to use it one day, or it can be said that he still has someone to be resurrected?

If that were the case, the power of the Nightshade would have been done a long time ago, so why should this altar be preserved to this day?

Could it be that the person he wanted to resurrect is still alive, but for some special reason, he wants to kill that person and then resurrect him?

Thinking of this, Zhi Fan suddenly felt a chill down her spine, and she didn't know why she had such a ridiculous idea, but this thought was enough to frighten her, make her afraid, so that unconsciously, opened the distance between herself and the night.

Styx glanced back at her and said lightly, "If you are afraid, I will send you back."

The fan shook his head, smirked and returned to his position beside Nightshade again. Seeing that he stepped on the void steps and went up to the altar, he looked around again with the fan, until he saw a figure reflected next to the bald stone not far away, and then trotted to follow.

With a wave of his robe, he turned into a moderately tall bookcase, he cut his palm in the air, dripping the blood in his palm into the inkstone, and then he held the wolf with some blood ink, and drew one rune after another in the air.

With the undulating movements of his big hand, the blood talisman also condensed into an arc in the air, and the arc rotated dozens of times along the direction of the wind, and finally turned larger and larger, turning into a gossip diagram made of talismans.

I saw that with a wave of his big hand, an invisible force slammed at the slowly rotating Bagua diagram, causing it to rotate faster in vain, stirring up the yin wind.

Holding the fan and brushing her sleeves to block the wind and sand, but she heard a roaring sound not far away, she hurriedly raised her eyes and looked into the distance, and saw that Mo Pu's three souls and seven spirits had already floated above the altar sprinkled with blood talismans, with her eyes closed, not moving.

At the beginning, when Nightshade resurrected He Ying, Huang Ying preserved his complete body, and the process would be relatively smooth. Now that Mo Pu's body is completely destroyed, his soul is as stupid as if he has been controlled, which invisibly increases the difficulty of gathering souls in the dark night. Because of this, his spell casting action has been changed from one hand to two hands, but the soul in the formation is still fragmented, and there is a possibility that it will quietly disappear at any time.

In this way, Styx had to use his telekinesis to urge the golden pine on the bookcase to rise in the air and float above the formation, trying to forcibly introduce Mo Pu's three souls and seven spirits into it. But at this moment, a cold light suddenly appeared, and a dagger swooped from its own side, obliquely sinking into his chest.

Nightshade frowned, looking at the pretty face holding the fan close at hand, his raised palm slowly retracted its strength, and gently landed on her cheek. But the fan pulled out the dagger coldly, and the splashes of blood stained her blurred eyes, but it couldn't stop her crazy action of stabbing the dagger into the chest of the night.

Nightshade finally fell, in a pool of blood, his hand raised high, still stroking his cheek.

The fan stiffened down beside him, and there was no trace of emotion in his empty eyes, as if his soul had been drained.

"Smack! Syllable! Smack!"

There was a burst of fierce applause, "Dai Yue" took elegant small steps, walked to the fan with a smile, picked her chin with her slender index finger, shook her head and sarcastically: "Tsk, thanks to the Lord praising you for your superior mind and being difficult to control, now it seems that it is nothing more than that."

"Come here, dismantle the corpse of Nightshade, tear it into shreds, and feed it to the Earth Dragon." She beckoned to Mo Pu's souls, and those stupid and stupid souls widened their eyes in vain, and jumped in front of the night like crazy, and pounced on them with their teeth and claws.

However, a dazzling bright light burst out, bounced away the three souls and seven spirits that came from the top of Mount Tai, and shocked "Dai Yue" dumbfounded: "You, you ......"

Nightshade suddenly bounced off the ground, and the fan dusted off the non-existent dust on her knees, learning her movements

He shook his head and said, "If you have the same foresight as your lord, you will not be fooled like a monkey without knowing it."

"You ......," she said, pointing to Nightshade's blood-soaked chest, her face full of disbelief, "How could it be?"

"Are you talking about this?" Holding the fan and stabbing the dagger into his abdomen, the blood that immediately gushed out shocked "Dai Yue" and retreated, but saw her sneering and pulling out the dagger, and as soon as her fingers touched, the dagger blade instantly bounced into the handle, but the blood gushed out everywhere, "In vain, you have lived for so long, you don't even know the most common charlatans, in the past thousand years, you have only grown tall, but you have forgotten to grow a brain!" Isn't it, Bai Jingfeng?"

"So, you already knew."

"It's not very early, I only found out when you played the piano and bewitched me." Holding the fan smiled, laughing very wantonly.

"The Lord is right, but it's hard for you to control." As he spoke, Bai Jingfeng had turned back into the young man with picturesque eyebrows, "There is one more thing I don't understand......

"Oh?" The fan interrupted him, "You want to ask, you are always watching my movements, where did I get the opportunity to discuss such a good show with Nightchen, right?

Actually, I just stabbed the dagger into Nightshade's chest, and I muttered two words in his ear, and then, that's it." Holding the fan and spreading his hands, he looked like a villain.

Bai Jingfeng was silent, in his opinion, he did not lose to the fan, but to the unconditional trust of the fan.

With Bai Jingfeng's experience, it was really difficult to trust anyone anymore, even if he controlled Guan Shutao to blend into Cangqing Peak, even if he obeyed his arrangement and persuaded Styx Yechen to resurrect Mo Pu, Bai Jingfeng always maintained a high degree of vigilance.

It wasn't until the moment that the dark night fell that Bai Jingfeng was moved, after all, he had a similar experience before, and that kind of unwilling but helpless despair blinded his eyes, which made him believe it.

But so what? It took a lot of spiritual power to use the forbidden arts, and with the Lord's far-sighted strategy, this place of death and sinking will definitely become the burial place of the Nightshade!

Thinking of this, Bai Jingfeng flicked his big hand, and a magnificent Yaoqin stretched out from his fingertips, only to see his fingers stroking swiftly, and the sound of Hongyin suddenly leaked, and it didn't take long for the fragmented souls to gather together, they were like puppets being held by people, mechanically and emotionlessly pounced on the body of the dark night.

Styx Yechen twisted the trick, and wanted to disperse the puppet souls that came by surprise, but at this time, Guan Shutao's crying voice sounded: "Big brother, you killed my master, and now you won't even let go of his soul?" Z.br>

Thousands of calculations, but still missed Guan Shutao, the fan was a little anxious, and called out in his throat: "Shutao, don't be fooled by him, your master is dead, and he will never come back, these souls have already become Bai Jingfeng's puppets, if we don't kill them, they will kill us."

Guan Shutao was slightly moved, and Bai Jingfeng hurriedly said bewildermently, "Miss, did you hear that? Your so-called good brother and sister, not only did they unite to kill your master, but now they have to break up his soul with their hands, once this soul is dispersed, there is no chance of even reincarnation!" His movements of stroking the qin did not stop, and the sound of string confusion seemed to have infinite magic, which made Guan Shutao's eyes just clear again covered with a thin layer of mist, as if there was a harbinger of mountain rain coming.

Obviously, Guan Shutao has reached the verge of collapse, and if he really disperses Mo Pu's soul, the consequences will be unimaginable. In desperation, both Nightshade and Zhifan could only dodge the attack of the soul puppet, and tried their best not to hurt the other party, so that the other party could not hurt themselves.

But how easy is that? Those puppet souls are all desperate, even if they don't carry weapons, a punch is enough to knock the fan back for several feet.

The fan accidentally fell into the wind for a while, but fortunately, a black shadow descended from the air in time and hugged her waist.

Unsurprisingly, the fan saw Bo Yuan's innocent and cold face, but in the next moment, Bo Yuan pushed her away from his side. By the time she spun a few times and gained a firm foothold, the knife in Bo Yuan's hand had already broken up Mo Pu's three souls and seven spirits.

The easiest way to solve problems is undoubtedly the easiest way to solve problems

It's the bottom of the kettle, Bo Yuan doesn't have too many scruples, after all, Guan Shutao has never seen his true face, and if he, a stranger, comes forward to destroy Mo Pu's soul, Guan Shutao's heart will be relatively better.

However, Guan Shutao still couldn't withstand the visual impact in front of him, and even though he screamed, he fainted on the ground. Bai Jingfeng on his side saw that the situation was not good, and the action of plucking the strings intensified in vain, the sound of Hongyin poured out, the flowing water reversed, and countless sharp ice picks sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, the ice picks tilted, and the sharp cone came straight to Bo Yuan, as fast as a streamer star, forcing Bo Yuan to take a few steps back, and hurriedly held a knife to block.

Even though he was on the same front as Bo Yuan, the jade fan in his hand swept and fanned the thousands of ice picks that came at a gallop. Bo Yuan raised his hand and struck out a palm without extinguishing the fire, and the devastating divine power immediately burned to the following ice picks, causing the ice slag to shatter to the ground.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Bai Jingfeng hurriedly picked up Guan Shutao on the ground and tried to escape, but unexpectedly, he turned his head to face a cold silver wolf mask, and his chest was also slapped like a lightning strike.

Taking advantage of the gap between receiving people in the dark night, Bai Jingfeng bit his index finger, drew a spell in the void and struck out, and shouted in his mouth: "Hundred ghosts ban, break!"

Before the words fell, the explosion sounded, and the spell turned into ashes and scattered in all directions, and at the same time, a strange light suddenly appeared, followed by dozens of women with tulle and bare feet.

The fragrant wind was permeated, the woman's toes were light, and she fell to the ground lightly, and Bai Jingfeng took this opportunity to turn the wind away.

At this moment, there is no need for too many words, just a glance at each other, Bo Yuan knows that the fan can properly solve everything in front of him, even if it turns into a ray of light, he chases Bai Jingfeng.