Ma Cheng and the others didn't understand and didn't dare to ask any more questions.
Wherever the little girl asked them to stand, they did not dare to move at all.
At the same time, a high-quality Bagua mirror, covered with a light golden light, suddenly appeared in her hand.
The luster shrouded the four people in Ma Cheng.
Jiang Nai held the complex copy technique with his left and right hands, his face condensed, he pointed forward and shouted "Shape!"
In an instant, the whole foot of Baiyun Mountain was filled with wind and clouds, and the color of the sky and the earth changed.
The old Taoist suddenly jumped up from the wooden couch and ran down the mountain quickly.
The light of the Bagua Mirror locked onto Ma Cheng and the four of them, and at the same time illuminated a shallow shadow in the middle.
Jiang Nai looked down at the dug pit, then raised his eyes at the phantom, raised his eyebrows and shouted coldly, "Who are you?"
She had examined the skeleton in the pit before, and she could tell by looking at the pelvis that it was a female body, no more than thirty years old at the time of death.
But now, the person standing among the four Ma Cheng, who was revealed by the Bagua Mirror, was clearly a scholar wearing a square scarf.
The scholar's ghost let out a series of ghostly cries and howls, and under the light of the Bagua Mirror, he struggled hard and couldn't stop roaring.
Jiang Nai put two fingers together and used the magic technique to deepen the Bagua Mirror's restraint on the Yin spirit. He said in a cold voice, "Give me your name."
The scholar Yin Ling never expected to meet such a powerful opponent. He was bound by the rays of light and could not move at all.
Ma Cheng and the others were so frightened that they did not dare to move. They stood upright around the sunken pit, their four pairs of eyes looking down from time to time.
I'm afraid that the skeleton buried in the pit will move again and penetrate the human body with its terrifying skeleton claws.
Fortunately, the skeleton never made any move from beginning to end.
And the scholar Yin Ling, also under the light of the Bagua Mirror, slowly squatted down, hugged his head and huddled up.
"Hey, disciple, what are you doing again?" The old Taoist rushed down the mountain and immediately saw the young disciple holding a Bagua mirror and trapping a scholar-looking Yin spirit.
Jiang Nai held the Bagua mirror, cupped his fists and cupped his hands, "Master! My disciple is busy, please stay aside."
The old Taoist twitched the corner of his mouth and shouted angrily, "Traitor! Master, stop it immediately. Are you trying to lure everyone to Baiyun Mountain?"
Jiang Nai turned his eyes and looked at it, curled his lips and pointed out.
The scholar's ghost followed the light of the Bagua Mirror and landed in front of her with a whoosh.
Jiang Nai put away the Bagua Mirror and threw out a shaping talisman with his left hand, fixing the Yin spirit on the spot.
"Hey, disciple, what are you doing..." The old Taoist circled around the Yin Spirit, "How can you catch a Yin Spirit halfway along the way?"
"Look at the form of this Yin spirit, oh... the black mist is steaming, and the whole body is surrounded by black energy. This is an evil spirit."
"Fortunately, Master, your Bagua mirror is of good quality. It is almost close to the level of an immortal magic weapon. Otherwise, how could it be possible to trap this evil spirit so easily." Jiang Nai circled around the scholar's Yin spirit.
"Tell me, who are you?"
"Who are you? Why are you trying to stop me from practicing?" The scholar Yin Ling trembled and raised his head, glaring at Jiang Nai angrily.
"Look, I see you are also cultivators. Since you are also a cultivator, why do you treat me like this?"
Jiang Nai listened to his polite words and looked him up and down, "You are a Yin spirit. If you don't go to the underworld to report properly, how can you practice?"
"You are a Yin spirit! I, I am a cultivator, not a Yin spirit."