After getting rid of the miasma, which is so thick that even the wind cannot blow it away, the star-rated Mushroom Monster Eye Talisman and the Trace and Obscurity Talisman are still very useful in breaking your magic trap, but the price of the talisman sold by that stingy uncle Wang Qinian is really a bit too high.
It’s expensive... I don’t care, I must ask Lao Gou to reimburse me when I go back.”
Saying such commonplace words without a trace of murderous intent, the immortal warlock had a one-foot-long apricot-yellow flag in his hand, and the bright red word "Huang Tian" on the flag was even more eye-catching.
"We have seen the spells of Hogwarts and Brother Xiao's unique summoning secrets, so let's show our shame -" With this, he had already sent a text message on the team channel:
"The sacrifice begins!"
In the True Flame Formation of the Sun Palace, which was originally shrouded in flames, streaks of light golden light without any pyrotechnics slowly emerged through the fire. In the golden light, the shadow of an octagonal altar emerged. With the appearance of this altar, countless noises arose.
The sound of people seemed to be coming from afar into the corridors of the Scarlet Devil Mansion.
Those voices had a variety of southern and northern accents, but they almost all shouted the same sentence. It was a slogan familiar to anyone familiar with the history of the Three Kingdoms:
"Heaven is dead, Huang Tian shall stand!"
Cheng Peng and Wang Hu silently looked at He Ming, who was pouring sake on the small palm-sized altar to pay homage. He had seen many Taipingdao altars of this shape. He even dismantled one with his own hands when they faced Ma Yuanyi in Yizhuang, Luoyang.
.However, he really did not expect that this kind of pocket-sized altar could also exert the effectiveness of those large altars of the Yellow Turban Army.
What was especially unexpected was that the spell Wei Ye used to perform on the altar in the Scarlet Devil Mansion was exactly the same as the spell that Zhang Jiao used on the Han army!
I just don’t know what method Wei Ye used to improve the restriction that most Taiping Dao spells require the erection of an altar. As long as there is a small figurine altar, the same effect can be achieved.
If this new type of altar, which is easy to transfer and protect, really popularizes the Yellow Turban Army, the Xiyuan Army will lose the strongest tactic of "destroying the altar" to deal with the Yellow Turban Army's spells, and will inevitably be in a tough fight against the Yellow Turban Army in the future.
"That's impossible. That guy studied this kind of crooked way only after studying the Heavenly Book of Taishang Laojun with that old magician Zuo Ci. Apart from him, even if the great sage master is still alive, he can't make this kind of toy.
altar."
He Ming said with regret.
Wei Ye looked at it with regret. The Tianyin Heart-Cleaning Mantra was one of the most tyrannical spells in "Taiping Yashu". In the past, Zhang Jiao used it to wash the brains of countless Han soldiers.
Even for those two-star Han generals, this curse has a chance to make them convert to Taiping Dao. But Xiao Moran and Chen Wumian are players after all, and they are both among the top ten magics in Gensokyo.
Master, for their high willpower, it is not too difficult to avoid the mind-bending effect of the Tianyin Heart-Cleaning Curse. Even if Wei Yexi succeeded by luck, it would only mean that they temporarily lost control of their bodies and were in chaos.
It's just a status.
Here he regretted that the spells in "Taiping Yashu" had too many restrictions, too many barriers, and too many shortcomings. Seeing Chen Wumian and Xiao Moran concentrating on fighting against the waves of brainwashing noise, he changed a few spells with his left hand.
, pressed it on the sword, and increased the decibel level of the brainwashing noise by a few points.
The noise was so loud that even Wei Ye didn't notice when the door of the big library behind him opened:
"It's really rude to make so much noise in other people's residences."
A girl's clear and gentle voice sounded, and huge ice-cold water bubbles fell, crashing, raining like rain.
The altar collapsed, the protective curse dispersed, and the fire formation went out.
Even the hand-made altar far away at the gate, which was poured by He Ming with Hakurei Shrine's specialty sacred wine, suddenly emitted a burst of black air and fell apart, ending its historical mission.
The rain waves receded, revealing the three casters who were as embarrassed as drowned rats by the sudden heavy rain. Wei Ye's Taoist crown was tilted to his temples, Chen Wumian's pointed hat drooped down to block his sight, and Xiao Muran's short jacket was lined with
The T-shirt became translucent after being soaked in water, clinging to his well-trained abdominal muscles.
Despite their embarrassment, the three of them still had to show the etiquette of a spell caster to the purple-haired girl wearing a crescent hat in front of them. They had not completely forgotten it:
"Teacher Patchouli?"
"Lady Patchouli!"
"Miss Patchouli."
Holding an ancient magic book that looked to be of great value, the sickly girl who was half floating in the air was not in the mood to respond to the greetings one by one. She just looked at the girl indifferently, which was messed up by arrows, flames, spells and traps.
In the corridor, he dropped a sentence: "Those who completely lack the calmness necessary for a sage are only qualified to work as coolies. Remember to help Sakuya clean up this place." Then he returned to the big city with the beautiful red-haired demon scribe.
Library, don't even bother to say unnecessary words.
"Ah...Teacher Patchouli! I must be hated!" Chen Wumian held his head and whined,
"If she was really hated, she wouldn't have used the water element magic 'Noah's Flood' just now. She should have just used 'Saint Elmo's Explosive Flame' to blow us all away." Wei Ye twisted.
While holding on to the water in the sleeves of his Taoist uniform, he comforted her kindly, but the way of comforting her was not very clever.
Xiao Muran sneered and said nothing. He stood up and walked towards the exit of the corridor.
"Mo Ran, where are you going?" Behind him, Chen Wumian shouted, holding on to his pointed hat that had become heavy due to water.
"Go get the cleaning tools. As a member of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, isn't it our duty to clean the area we are responsible for?"
Saying this, Xiao Moran slowed down, waiting for his friend to catch up with him while twisting the wizard's hat.
Wei Ye's voice sounded lazily: "Then cleaning is considered a poor thing."
The immortal sorcerer's answer was still Xiao Muran's sneer, but this time Wei Ye heard that there was no trace of malice in the sneer: "It's up to you."
