In the Shenji Pavilion, Hua Wanfang lay motionless on the bed, but anyone who was careful could find that he was completely lifeless, and it was only because the corpse was well protected that he looked like a living person.

Yang Xiaotian saw that the room was full of disciples from the Divine Machine Pavilion, so he said: "This soul conjuring technique has always been an anti-heaven magic technique, it is still not easy to have too many people here, Long Yixuan and Qin Fei stay, the Wei Pavilion Master also please stay and help, and the others please avoid it first!"

Wei Wenhou nodded to the people in the Shenji Pavilion, and the others didn't need him to say much, they consciously retreated, and Guihai Youxin was the last to walk out of the room, and when he went out, he didn't forget to close the door, and then he quietly stayed outside the door.

Yang Xiaotian was obviously a little nervous, this was the first time he had cast a soul conjuring technique, and he had never seen anyone else perform it before, looking at Wei Wenhou's sad and slightly progressive expression, he was afraid that he would accidentally fail to conjure spirits.

Yang Xiaotian slowly closed his eyes to calm his mood, and after a while, he said: "Please ask Pavilion Master Wei to have someone take a yellow cloth, tie the yellow cloth to the green bamboo, make a banner, and then please prepare a brush and fresh chicken blood, and send it here!"

Although Wei Wenhou didn't know what the intention of this move was, he still readily agreed, and was about to go out and ask his disciples to prepare.

Guihai's voice was already ringing outside the door, "Master, I'll just go and prepare, please wait a while!"

Sure enough, in less than half an hour, Guihai Youxin sent cloth flags, brushes, and a large bowl of fresh chicken blood.

Guihai Youxin saw that Yang Xiaotian didn't let him go out, so he took a few steps back, closed the door, and stood quietly by the door.

Yang Xiaotian spread the cloth banner on the table, took the brush and dipped it in the bowl filled with chicken blood, and began to wave it on the cloth flag.

Long Yixuan and Qin Fei were even more nervous than Wei Wenhou's master and apprentice, because they knew that Yang Xiaotian was going to make a soul banner next.

The brush in Yang Xiaotian's hand swiped extremely quickly, and in a short time, he drew a rune full of ancient meaning on the yellow cloth.

After the painting was finished, Yang Xiaotian took a deep breath, carefully looked at the runes on the yellow cloth, and after confirming that it was correct, he stood the spirit flag at the head of the bed.

Suddenly, a wind blew in the closed room, the spirit flags fluttered with the wind, and the blood-red runes were particularly conspicuous, and the atmosphere suddenly became strange and tense.

Although Wei Wenhou was accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves, he also asked nervously and in a low voice, "Yang Shaoxia, do you need me to do something?"

Yang Xiaotian didn't turn his head, just looked at the Soul Flag, and after a while asked, "Pavilion Master Wei, have you brought the soul of Hua Wanfang?"

"Yes!" Wei Wenhou touched the sword on his waist and said, "I have put Wanfang's soul in the scabbard, and I have been carrying it with me for the past few days, do I want to release him now!"

Wei Wenhou said as he spoke, but his hand did not stop, and the saber on his waist had already been drawn halfway.

"Not busy!" Yang Xiaotian said, "Wait a minute, you will release it when I let you put it!"

"Good!"

After Yang Xiaotian saw that the spirit flag did not move at all, he returned to the table, soaked the brush into the fresh chicken blood, and only lifted the brush up after a while.

Blood dripped from the tip of the pen into the bowl, and the sound of ticking was subtle, but it smashed into everyone's hearts like a hammer.

Yang Xiaotian waited until there was no blood dripping from the tip of the pen, then grabbed it, walked to Hua Wanfang's bed, and began to draw in the air one by one, it was strange to say, as if there was some magical power supporting it, and the strokes drawn in the air floated in vain and did not fall down.

Yang Xiaotian stroked very slowly, and after making a stroke, he moved a small step to the side, and then began to draw a second stroke, as if each stroke weighed more than a thousand catties. More than half an hour passed, and a remnant of the talisman had floated directly above the bed.

The room was silent, and everyone didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that it would affect Yang Xiaotian by accident.

Yang Xiaotian's hand holding the pen did not stop, and continued to stroke, and after a short time, he had already come to the end of the bed, and his hand had begun to tremble a little.

At this moment, everyone's hearts in the field were pulled by him, and as his hands trembled, everyone's hearts began to tear one by one.

Especially Long Yixuan and Qin Fei, they knew that it was a critical moment, whether they succeeded or not, it depended on Yang Xiaotian's last stroke.

Syllable!

Everyone's hearts shuddered, and the brush fell to the ground.

It turned out that Yang Xiaotian's last stroke had been drawn, and with the formation of the blood talisman, he felt that his hand holding the pen was weak for a while, and the brush in his hand suddenly fell to the ground without holding it!

"Is it done?" Wei Wenhou asked nervously.

Yang Xiaotian didn't speak, his eyes looked at the blood talisman motionlessly.

Boom!

There was a loud bang, and the blood talisman burst out with a strong golden light, and Yang Xiaotian had words in his mouth, and the golden light shot all over Hua Wanfang's body with the recitation of his incantation.

"It's done!"

"Pavilion Master Wei, release the soul of Hua Wanfang!" Yang Xiaotian shouted.

There was no need for him to say anything, Wei Wenhou also knew that it was the most critical moment, so he didn't dare to slack off, he ripped off the saber, and pulled out the long sword with a clang.

As the long sword was drawn, Hua Wanfang's three souls and seven spirits floated out of the scabbard.

These three souls and seven spirits seemed to be very afraid of the blood talisman on the bed, and they dodged back vigorously, and suddenly floated to the door.

"The Soul is back!"

Yang Xiaotian let out a shocking shout, and the three souls and seven spirits seemed to be suppressed by his shout, and they were motionless for an instant.

Yang Xiaotian didn't dare to be careless at this time, and kept reciting the spell taught to him by Ping Tianzhen in his mouth.

As the incantation was pronounced one by one, the soul slowly moved towards the head of the bed, and it didn't take long for the soul to come to a position less than three feet away from Hua Wanfang's body.

The soul began to resist fiercely, constantly trying to flee backwards, but it seemed that there was a magical force pulling the soul, and the soul could not escape if it wanted to, and under the constant pulling, the soul had begun to deform and become inhuman.

Yang Xiaotian didn't encounter this kind of situation, and he was a little flustered for a moment, for fear that he would accidentally tear Hua Wanfang's soul apart, and he didn't know if he could still use this soul if he was torn up.

In a hurry, Yang Xiaotian bit the index finger of his right hand, stretched out his index finger and drew a blood talisman in front of him.

"Duh, the soul is back in place!"

As Yang Xiaotian shouted, the three souls and seven spirits trembled, and they all rushed to the head of the bed and got into it from the top of Hua Wanfang's head.

Yang Xiaotian only felt a burst of collapse, and the whole person was about to fall to the ground.

Long Yixuan kept looking at Yang Xiaotian, and as soon as he saw it, he immediately rushed over and held him up.

Syllable!

The spirit banner fell without wind and smashed on Hua Wanfang's body.

As the spirit banner fell, the blood talisman in the air slowly dissipated.

Everyone looked nervously at Hua Wanfang lying on the bed, and Yang Xiaotian stared intently, for fear that his first conjuring would not succeed.

"Who? Who's hitting me!"

Hua Wanfang sat up from the bed with a grunt.

Yang Xiaotian exhaled and motioned to Long Yixuan not to support himself.

"Wanfang!" Wei Wenhou laughed happily.

Guihai Youxin also walked over with a smile and said, "Welcome back junior brother!"

Qin Fei said narrowly: "At this time, shouldn't I scream and shout that there are ghosts!"

Yang Xiaotian rewarded it with a burst of chestnuts.

Qin Fei touched his aching head, but he was a little happy, Master hadn't beaten himself like this for a long time.

Under Guihai Youxin's explanation, Hua Wanfang already knew why he was able to come back from the dead, came to Yang Xiaotian, knelt down on one knee, and said, "Thank you Brother Yang for your rebirth!"

Yang Xiaotian pulled him up and said, "Brother Hua doesn't need to be polite, save you what you deserve!"

Hua Wanfang shook his head and sighed.

Guihai Youxin said strangely: "Senior brother, it is a great joy to come back from the dead, why do you look sullen!"

Hua Wanfang sighed: "I just compared Shen Tuwu with Brother Yang, under Brother Yang's chivalry, it shows Shen Tuwu's despicability and shamelessness even more, I was really blind before!"

Wei Wenhou shouted: "I can't let my disciple be treated like this, I'm going to find the Lutai Pavilion theory!" After speaking, he was about to push the door out.

Yang Xiaotian hurriedly stopped him and said, "Pavilion Master Wei, don't get excited. Don't you think Shen Tuwu's move is very strange? There may be something hidden behind his murder and treasure grabbing!"

Wei Wenhou said: "Don't hide it from Shaoxia, in the past few days when you went to find your master, I have also thought about it carefully, this Shen Tu Wu is now in full swing, not only the leader of the Righteous Dao Alliance, but also the idol of thousands of young people in the world of Jiuzhou, I just can't figure out why he wants to destroy the Great Wall! Although this soul wood is a treasure, it is still insignificant compared to all this he has, why does he want to do this, is he not afraid that the matter will be revealed and spurned by the world?"

Yang Xiaotian said: "I can't figure this out either, so I think it's necessary to find out, if the Wei Pavilion Lord rashly goes to Lutai Pavilion now, Shen Tuwu may stop his original conspiracy, so I also ask the Wei Pavilion Lord to bear with me for the time being, and after I thoroughly investigate this matter, the Wei Pavilion Lord will go to Lutai Pavilion to seek justice." ”

Wei Wenhou didn't think about it, and said happily: "Yang Shaoxia is the great benefactor of my Divine Machine Pavilion, since you said so, I will obey it!"

Yang Xiaotian said gratefully, "Thank you Pavilion Master!"

Wei Wenhou said: "In the future, if the young man has any dispatch, even if he is told, the three thousand disciples of my Shenji Pavilion will be at your disposal!"

Yang Xiaotian smiled and said, "Pavilion Master Wei, I really need your help with something here, I hope you can agree!"

Wei Wenhou sighed in his heart, this young man won't be so philistine, he wants me to do things in the Shenji Pavilion so soon, he himself is so capable, and the things he needs help from others must not be simple, if he catches up with such a small ancestor in the future, and asks you to do things from time to time, then the Shenji Pavilion will not be in a hurry.

Yang Xiaotian saw that Wei Wenhou didn't respond for a long time, and asked, "Is there a problem with Pavilion Master Wei?"