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The eunuch's yang qi was weak, and when he saw such a situation of yin wind whirling, his back was full of cold sweat that he had already been frightened. Only this Uncle Ye is a civil official, but he is quite bold, pressing the sword in his hand, watching how Wen Fei casts spells.

In fact, Wen Fei was also nervous at this time. After all, this was the first time he had presided over a ritual, and it was also the first time he had experienced such a situation...... I don't know if the spells in my memory have any effect?

The bell of "Jingle Bell ......" couldn't stop ringing, and Wen Fei kept shaking the bell. In Taoist ritual vessels, this thing has always been used as a thing to summon spirits. Wen Fei scattered handfuls of paper money, and in the cold wind, the paper money flew around, as if countless lonely souls and wild ghosts were robbing money......

It's not like, it's fundamental. In Wen Fei's eyes, he could see that with the ringing of the bell, the nearby lonely souls and wild ghosts were all called. Most of them were the ghosts who died in the last battle, and a large part of them were missing arms and legs, and some of their intestines were dragging and crawling on the ground. In that kind of scene, even if Wen Fei was bold, his heart was always hairy.

These lonely souls and wild ghosts still retain the tragic state before they died, but this kind of disabled ghost Wen Fei doesn't want it. Only the more well-preserved the ghosts, the easier it is to practice.

Wen Fei was surprised and delighted, surprised that so many Xixia people were killed last time, and sure enough, there were many Yin souls. Happily, there are so many yin souls, this time you can use it!

Wen Fei shouted: "Edict!" Wen Fei pointed with his hand, and the ghost general received Wen Fei's order. Wen Fei pointed at one of the intact ghosts, and the ghost was wandering, but suddenly his body stiffened, and Wen Fei floated involuntarily.

This ghost trick really worked, and Wen Fei breathed a sigh of relief. With another pinch, the yin soul was photographed in front of Wen Fei. I'm about to put it into the ritual vessel.

Where did I know, I saw a ghost break in. He still had a weapon in his hand, and he split his soul in half with a single knife in the head.

Fortunately, the ghost does not have a fixed form, even if it is split in half, it can be restored immediately, but the yin qi on the body will become lighter. However, it has not yet waited for the soul of Yin to be completely restored. Seeing that powerful ghost, the blade dragged and cut off an arm of the yin soul.

Then he pinched the yin soul, and his mouth suddenly cracked like a crocodile, and he chewed and swallowed the whole yin soul with a click.

"It's him!" Wen Fei recognized it at once, this ghost was the master called Wu Burying he met the last time he drove a truck into the barracks. That time, Wen Fei was quite impressed by the bravery and skill of this noon burial.

Born to be a hero, yes is also a ghost male. This guy was so powerful when he was alive, and he was also a powerful ghost when he died! Wen Fei was shocked, and hurriedly made a move, pinching the ghost control trick in his hand, and pointed it at Wu Burying.

This ghost trick is to control the soul of zhìyin with the will of the caster, and I don't know if Wen Fei's cultivation level is too poor, the will of Jing God is not strong enough, or if the noon burial is too powerful. It paused for a moment, then shook as if its shackles had shattered. Wen Fei suddenly felt an invisible force rebound back, crashing into his consciousness, and suddenly felt that his eyes were dark. It took a long time to recover, but the tip of the nose felt wet, and it was cold to the bones when the wind blew, and even the nosebleed came out.

In this way, the ghost buried in the afternoon noticed Wen Fei. There is a way when enemies see each other, and they are very red-eyed. It seemed that some memories of his life were still preserved in this noon burial, and as soon as he saw Wen Fei, he let out a silent roar and rushed towards Wen Fei.

Wen Fei panicked all of a sudden, this kind of powerful ghost is not only the means of rushing to possess himself. His attacks can be directly applied to his own yang fire. Wen Fei threw the prepared rune paper over, but he was buried as a ghost at noon, without the restraint of his body, and his body seemed to be more flexible, and he pounced on Wen Fei like lightning. A knife slashed at Wen Fei's neck.

The ghost also has no body, and this knife did not make Wen Fei's head fly, and blood spurted three feet. Instead, Wen Fei's neck suddenly cooled, and his whole body suddenly tightened, as if even his heart stopped beating in an instant.

Just like that, the yang fire on Wen Fei's body suddenly dimmed and almost went out. Buried in the afternoon more powerful than when he was alive, Wen Fei retreated in horror.

The noon burial did not chase after it, and it was not easy either. The yang energy on a living person is already very harmful to ghosts, especially for cultivators like Wen Fei, the yang fire is much more vigorous than ordinary people. In just one moment, the knife in Wu Bury's hand melted like a candle encountering high temperature.

Taking advantage of such a moment, Wen Fei shouted. After getting the signal, the five hundred Song soldiers over there all shook and rushed over with torches.

The strange flame in Wu Buri's eyes lit up, and an extra big knife appeared in his hand. Then he slashed at Wen Fei, but at this time, Wen Fei took a deep breath, when he was alive and dead, his head was clear and abnormal, and his body suddenly shook, and he went out of his body, and turned into a ghost emperor wearing a robe and a crown, holding the ghost emperor's jade seal in one hand, and aiming at the noon burial.

The ghost has incomplete memories, and the wise people are extremely low, but they feel a trace of fear from ancient times from this ghost emperor's appearance.

It was just such a trace that made his movements hesitate. He held the knife and struggled, as if he wanted to pounce and kill Wen Fei, the enemy, but he cowered and did not dare to approach.

didn't know that Wen Fei's Ghost Emperor Law at this time had just been achieved, it was just an empty shelf, and it would be broken when he poked it. This situation will not last long, just like the poor skills of the donkey, and the tiger will not be frightened by the donkey for too long.

But this little delay is enough. Five hundred soldiers rushed over, and the yang fire gathered together, lighting up the surroundings like a huge torch, of course, only ghosts and spiritual eyes could see it. Before they got closer, countless lonely souls and wild ghosts who had died in battle had avoided them, and they hesitated for a moment, and they were also afraid of the yang fire emitted by these five hundred blood-filled soldiers and the unique iron-blooded evil aura of the army. It finally retreated, grabbed a wild ghost with broken legs that was still crawling on the ground in fear, and opened its mouth to chew the severed leg ghost.

Wen Fei breathed a sigh of relief and hid among these soldiers, and now he was safe. But this time, the plan to capture the ghost soldiers was a complete failure......

The second ri, early in the morning

"I'll go back and bring you some cotton clothes!" Wen Fei said.

Uncle Zhang was overjoyed at night: "There is also grain, firewood and grass, and if it snows heavily, it will be difficult to transport this baggage." ”