"Looking at it now, no wonder there is no magic in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave. This is not just a spell."
Chen Yang wanted to understand and secretly sighed.
There are not a few casual cultivators who want to understand it at the same time.
Loose cultivators may not necessarily have good qualifications and good fortune, but there are many smart people.
There are many people like Chen Yang who have figured it out and verified it.
Taking advantage of the chaos, a pebble flew from nowhere and broke an anxiously dancing will-o'-the-wisp lantern.
As soon as the lantern was broken, the wooden frame and paper covering fell off, but it didn't burn like an ordinary lantern.
Instead, one of the will-o'-the-wisps was exposed, floating up and down in a daze, as if it hadn't realized what was happening?
"Oh~"
The sound of sudden enlightenment resounded everywhere inside and outside the bookshop.
The body of the exposed will-o'-the-wisp is green and shiny, with wisps of cold flames rising and glowing.
The main reason is that it lost the lantern body with runes on it, and its body shape couldn't help but change, elongating to both sides, forming the shape of a fox with a long tail.
This is a ball of fox fire!
The fox looked very small and very timid. After figuring out what happened, he let out a silent scream and pounced on the old fox.
"You're so immoral, have your ancestral graves been dug up?"
Old Canghu was still being lifted up in the air by Liu Niu'er, kicking his short legs wildly, shouting, and stretching out his sleeves to pull open the cuffs.
Foxfire got into his sleeve.
Looking from the outside, you can see that a mouse seems to have got into the old Canghu's sleeve, and it is still crawling up the sleeve, and finally around the shoulder, shrinking to the position of his heart, still shivering.
"Don't let me down yet!"
Old Canghu seemed to be angry and roared at Liu Niuer.
Liu Niu'er snorted coldly and threw the old Canghu to the ground.
This time, Lao Canghu did not lie down on the ground and start rolling around and screaming, but landed firmly on the ground. Although he was small, he seemed to have no weakness in confronting Liu Niu'er.
"That savage bull, you saw it. You came over and acted mischievously, ruining my old Canghu's business, causing black smoke to appear from some ancestral graves, and almost extinguishing my grandson's daughter's fox fire."
"If you don't pay for this, it won't be over."
The front was fine, but when it came to the back, the casual cultivators who had gathered outside were all stunned when they heard it.
This face is enough.
At the same time, from the few words exchanged among the casual cultivators, Chen Yang understood a lot about the so-called fox fire.
In fact, it is a fox that has a blood relationship and a sentimental relationship with itself. After death, it is enshrined in the family land. After a long time, it can lead to a wisp of fox fire.
This fox fire actually has little relationship with its original owner. It neither remembers its life nor has its spiritual intelligence. It only retains a trace of attachment and a little bit of spirituality.
To offer fox fire, you need not only incense, but also full supplies, the kind of supplies that can be provided to immortal cultivators.
Old Canghu keeps so many foxfires that he loses a lot of them in a day.
Those who are not full of attachment to the ethnic group and cannot bear to abandon them even after death cannot practice such magic.
Judging from Fox Fire's attachment to Old Canghu, this is not just a matter of magic.
Old Canghu can be a descendant of his clan, and his attachment to him after death is enough to put most of the human race to shame.
During this time, the old fox couldn't help but take out the bag on the bookshelf, and a group of foxes came out.
Most of them were gray-backed silver foxes, and a few were mixed with various colors, some big and some small. They ran up behind the old gray fox and bared their teeth at Liu Niuer.
Old Canghu's expression changed instantly.
"Why did you run out? Come back to me!"
Old Canghu was furious.
The big and small foxes were not afraid of him, and kept chirping, as if to express their desire to advance and retreat together.