Chapter 361: Reversing Life and Death (1)

"Hmm!"

Wukong nodded slightly, "As long as people don't die for more than a day and night, maybe, I can barely give it a try!"

Speaking of this, he frowned slightly, and then continued: "Xiao Qi, without further ado, you now quickly move the corpses of these dead people to my room, remember, don't shake their heavenly spirits during transportation!"

"But. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ。。 Master?" Seven Kills opened his mouth, obviously a little hesitant.

The monkey's eyes widened, "But what is it, don't go quickly!"

"Yes, master!" Seven Kills looked at him with joy, waved his hand and greeted Da Niu Er Niu, and quickly turned around to look for the corpse of the clansman.

"Remember, find me seven more red candles and seven bowls of still water from the village pond!"

"Got it, master!"

After a while, Wukong saw that all the corpses had been moved, and secretly told him to kill a few words, shook his hand and cast a curtain of light, enveloping the entire house, and then turned around and closed the door with a bang.

Outside the house, Da Niu, Er Niu and Sanmao were surrounding Qiji, chattering about something.

"Xiao Qi, how do I feel that your master seems to be different when he comes back this time!" Da Niu looked at the room a few times in a daze, and asked angrily when he turned around.

"That's it, your master seems to have grown a lot taller this time!" Er Niu scratched his head a little puzzled, then tilted his head, looked at the sky, and said with a confused expression: "Could it be that after this person lives for a hundred years, can he grow taller again?"

"What does it mean that people live for a hundred years, will you speak?" Seven Kills stretched out his hand and knocked on Erniu's pimple, and Erniu grinned in pain.

"With your small size, don't you still want to grow taller?" Sanmao also teased on the side.

"Alas, forget it, Brother Xing can grow taller, that's Brother Xing's high skills!" Er Niu stretched out his hand and gestured at his height, pouting, and seemed a little unwilling, "As for me, my short and thick figure of Wu Dalang, forget it!"

Sanmao wanted to laugh when he heard this, but when he turned his head to look, he found that Feng Bo was also looking at this place in a daze, so he quickly coughed, and said, "Hey, I said Xiaoqi, do you think your master can really save our brothers and sisters who died in battle?"

"Yes, yes, I've grown so big, but I've never heard of it, who has the ability to bring the dead back to life?"

"Well... Seven Kills opened his mouth, his lips squirmed twice, and he didn't know what to say.

The master's return this time is indeed very different from before, but if he can resurrect the dead, he is also deeply unbelievable.

After all, all things have spirits, life and death are irreversible, that is the law of heaven, can the master still change his life against the sky?

"Hey, I hope the master can really succeed!" he sighed softly, turned his head to look at Feng Bo, and turned to walk towards the head of the village.

There, the hollow sycamore tree still stands tall in the wind, swaying in the wind, but at this time, in the eyes of the villagers, it looks a little extraordinary.

In the room, Wukong looked at the corpse neatly laid on the ground in front of him, walked back and forth a few steps, and then sat down cross-legged on the bed.

Whoa!

He first performed the continuation of the seventy-two changes of the earth, the technique of summoning, for those who had broken their heads and legs to reconnect the heads and arms, and then performed the soul chasing and soul reincarnation technique to retrieve the three souls and seven spirits of those people scattered around, when the bodies of these people were all restored to their original state, and the souls all returned to their bodies, he reached out and touched a handful of sweat, and let out a long breath.

There were so many dead people in Guyin, there were thirty-two corpses, one by one, and the spirits were summoned, which was indeed enough for him to be busy.

Thinking that before, the monkey in Huaguo Mountain died, if he wanted to bring him back to life, he just ran to the underworld, asked the king of Hades for the book of life and death, and a large pen was lightly hooked, but now, although this method is magical, it is much more complicated and laborious, and if you are not careful, you will lose all your efforts.

People cannot be resurrected after death, this is the natural law of heaven and earth, but now, he has to forcibly act against the sky, and it is naturally not so easy.

Therefore, before casting the spell, he not only shielded the entire house, but after entering the house, he cast the spell several times, and even used the forbidden land method to completely isolate the heaven and earth induction.

Call!

He exhaled the turbid air in his chest hard, and now, it was time for the most critical second step.

That is to use the technique of resurrection in the thirty-six changes of Tiangang, reverse yin and yang, and renew the lives of these dead people.

And this is precisely the most difficult step for him.

Because, after twenty years of painstaking cultivation and research, Tiangang's techniques have all achieved small successes, but only this two spells, Resurrection from the Dead and Predicting the Future, gave him the most headaches.

Tiangang has changed thirty-six times, and the tricks are shocking, and I don't know who created it, it is so vast and profound, broad and profound.

Techniques such as resurrection of the dead against the heavens and deception of the heavens are rare in the Three Realms, and they are indeed too complex and profound.

But now, he has to give it a try, and whether he can succeed or not can only be left to fate.

Because casting this spell is not only related to the rules of the spell, but also has a lot to do with the strength of the caster's own mana.

Can it be successful?

What are the odds of success?

Now, it's hard to say!

However, things are man-made, rather than sitting and waiting to be killed, it is better to give it a go, perhaps, it can break a bright road.

Thinking of this, he quickly became one, gathered all kinds of distracting thoughts into a little divine thought, and then according to the profound laws passed down by Bodhi's ancestor and his own experience of cultivation over the years, bit by bit, he urged the mana, and steadily advanced step by step.

At the head of the village, under the hollow plane tree, Seven Kills sat on the root of the tree that came out of the exposed soil, looking up at the swaying green on the top of the dry treetops, and the essence flashed in his eyes, as if he had a hidden experience!

"I hope the master can be done!"

"I hope my brothers and sisters can return safely!"

After a moment, he gently closed his eyes, and he was under the tree, gradually entering the Tao.

A day, not long or short, flies by.

Looking closely at Wukong's house, it was quiet, and there was still no movement.

In the early morning of the second day, when the big cow and the second cow came to see again, they saw a hint of wind swirling on the roof of the house, and other than that, the house was as quiet as yesterday, as if nothing existed.

"Hey, maybe we'll have to wait another day, right?" The big cow and the two cows glanced at each other, and they both saw disappointment and sadness in each other's eyes.

"Let's go, let's go, don't interfere with Brother Xing's spell casting!" Sanmao said a little listlessly, and before others agreed, he went away in despair.

In the distance, Feng Bo also looked at it distractedly for a long time, then sighed, turned around and closed the door gently, and didn't see it for a long time.

At the entrance of the village, under the hollow sycamore, the Seven Killings are still sitting quietly, not waking up, and the cultivation is at the right time.

On the third day, when the sun rose and the golden sunlight fluttered down on the house where Goku lived, even Feng Bo was not at peace.

Inside the room, there was still a deathly silence, and even the clouds above the house were much thicker, and even the harsh sunlight could not pierce the haze.