Yang Zimei took out the small iron tower, hoping that it could help.
Who would have known that the small iron tower is only effective against evil spirits, and has no effect on formations such as the Eight Immortals Bureau that are close to witchcraft.
Yang Zimei had no choice but to put it back into the storage ring.
When I saw the brilliant star diamond, I took it out with the intention of giving it a try.
The stars shone brightly in her hands.
That ray of light reflects on the person's head...
The man's head suddenly trembled, he released his mouth holding the copper coin and the sword, and flew back to the table.
The other heads who were fighting Thousand Soul Mandrill also returned to their positions one after another.
As for the Thousand Soul Mandrill, it seemed as if it had lost control. The thousands of souls in its body were constantly struggling and shouting, as if they were under some kind of threat.
Yang Zimei hurriedly put it back into the soul bag and put it into the storage ring.
It seems that the star diamond threatens it and the eight heads.
Is this thing so useful?
Yang Zimei looked at the beautiful and bright star diamond in his hand in confusion, because he felt that it seemed to be surging with some kind of aura.
These breaths conflicted slightly with the vitality in her body, so they were unable to communicate and form a tacit understanding.
Yang Zimei held it in one hand and the copper coin sword in the other and walked towards Huo Wendong's head, stepping into the Eight Immortals Bureau.
Those heads were quiet, like decorations, and there was no movement anymore.
Just from time to time, a copper coin would fall out of it and roll to the ground with a clanking sound.
Yang Zimei cautiously approached the head with seven-star steps.
The copper coin sword was swung around the head a few times, and it was easy to break the Eight Immortals' trap.
It is probably the deterrent effect of the starburst diamond.
As soon as the formation eye was broken, the other seven heads really turned into decorations. They fell from the table with a loud sound and then quickly turned into skulls.
Before Huo Wendong's head had time to change, it was burned by Yang Zimei with hell fire, and finally turned into a pile of white ash.
Huo Wenhua excitedly walked over with the wooden box in his hands, carefully took all the ashes in and blended them with the original ashes.
At the same time, Huo Wendong's soul attached to the jade was originally just a bodyless ghost, but now his soul was complete instantly and was no longer a bodyless ghost.
It looked at its complete soul excitedly and thanked Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei had settled his worries and could explain something to the two brothers.
She freed Huo Wendong's ghost from the jade.
"Wendong, I will take you home right now!"
Huo Wenhua held the urn with tears on his face and looked at his brother's soul.
Huo Wendong nodded.
His body and head were separated, and he lost his memory and wandered outside for decades. He was bullied, lonely and desolate. He has always longed for the day when the fallen leaves can return to their roots.
Now, it has finally been realized, and it feels at ease and can go to reincarnation.
"Master Yang, I want to ask you something."
Huo Wenhua suddenly raised his head and said to Yang Zimei.
"Huh? Please tell me."
"Can you tell me, am I really going to die? The God of Death must have come to see me that day. I vaguely heard a two-day deadline. Does that mean I only have two days to live?"
Huo Wenhua asked Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei looked at him and nodded helplessly, "Maybe it was my fault. I shouldn't have let you become a sinister person and attract death. He did say that you only have two days left."
Huo Wenhua's face turned pale and he murmured, "I knew it would be like this..."
