Seeing the old storyteller stand up tremblingly, Hua Wuyou said: "Old sir, do you want me to do anything else?"
The old storyteller said: "Of course you have work to do.
The art of resurrecting the soul is the most forbidden art in the three realms, and it goes against the reincarnation of heaven. If Miss Xiaolou's three souls and seven souls are still in the world, it would be easy to do, just arrest them.
But the girl from Xiaolou died voluntarily, and her soul had no obsession. At the moment of death, the three souls and seven souls should have entered the underworld and embarked on the road to reincarnation.
If you want to forcibly summon the souls on the road to hell from the underworld back to the human world, it will definitely alarm the higher-ups in the underworld and even affect the normal operation of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Pool.
Once the resurrection technique is started, it cannot be stopped. If the ghost commander from the underworld appears to stop it, you need to be on the side to protect it.
Once the resurrecting technique is interrupted, the result will be in vain, and Xiaolou's soul will disappear into thin air, disappearing from the universe, and will never be reincarnated again."
The old storyteller’s words are not alarmist.
When Xu Tiandi resurrected the evil god, he had alarmed the ghost generals and ghost commanders in the underworld. Thanks to the ghost fairy Xu Xiaoya who was protecting the law at the side, he fought with the ghost generals and ghost commanders in the underworld through the space barrier.
Xu Tiandi cast the spell successfully.
If there had been a slight mistake back then, there would not be the evil gods that now dominate the three realms.
Hua Wuyou doesn't understand the magic of resurrection, but he is good at fighting.
His Taoism is many times better than that of the ghosts and immortals back then. Even if the King of Hades and Yama of the Ten Palaces of the underworld take action personally, I am afraid that they will not be able to capture him in a short time across the space barrier between the human world and the underworld.
Give the old storyteller enough time to perform his resurrecting magic.
The old storyteller glanced at the sky and suddenly frowned again.
Hua Wuyou asked: "What's wrong?"
The old storyteller said worriedly: "This is the time when the sun is high at noon, when the yang energy is at its peak and the yin energy is declining. It is said that the art of resurrecting the soul will be most effective after sunset, or late at night, but the girl from Xiaolou died in the morning.
, I can only forcibly perform the art of resurrecting the soul when the sun is shining, I hope heaven will bless me."
Seeing that the old storyteller was not confident in what he said, Hua Wuyou couldn't help but start to worry.
But time waits for no one, and the old storyteller has no choice.
I saw the judge's pen poked in the palm of my hand, and the wolf hair on the tip of the pen immediately bloomed like a flower.
With a pinch of his withered fingers, he pulled out two blood-stained red wolf hairs from the tip of the pen and placed them at Yuan Xiaolou's nostrils.
It is said that Yuan Xiaolou has passed away and will no longer have any sensory movements.
But the old storyteller’s judge pen tapped Yuan Xiaolou’s forehead between his eyebrows. Yuan Xiaolou suddenly seemed to be breathing, and two wolf hairs were instantly inhaled into his nostrils.
The old storyteller let out a long breath. Obviously, this action of Yuan Xiaolou was very important. It was the beginning and beginning of the entire resurrection technique. If Yuan Xiaolou could not inhale the two bloody wolf hairs into his nasal cavity, the entire resurrection ceremony would be over.
Unable to proceed.
I saw the old storyteller lifting two buckets of human blood next to Yuan Xiaolou's body. One bucket was not used yet, and the other bucket was empty.
Adhering to the principle of never wasting anything, the old storyteller rubbed the judge pen into the bucket of blood that had bottomed out, and at the same time, a handful of yellow talismans were thrown out.
The old storyteller held the judge's pen and stepped on the seven stars. He waved the judge's pen casually, and drops of blood splashed out from the tip of the pen. Every drop of blood was accurately stained on the yellow paper talismans falling in the air, every drop of it.
The old storyteller held the judge's pen with both hands and made a strange seal with his hand.
He chanted in his mouth: "Resurrection Blood Formation, Yin Talisman as soldiers, each holding his position, guarding the Nine Nether Gates!"
Just as he finished reciting the sixteen words, a whirring sound suddenly came from the surroundings.
The originally peaceful and peaceful Cangyun Back Mountain Valley suddenly experienced a gloomy wind, and wisps of black clouds gathered from all directions, shrouding the valley.
As the judge's pen danced in the old storyteller's hand, the blood-stained spells flying in the sky quickly fell to the ground.
These talismans were not in disarray. Hua Wuyou took a closer look and saw that the positions of the thirty-six talismans were all on top of the strange magic circles that the old storyteller had drawn in advance, which should be the positions of the formation eyes.
The old storyteller's sleeves and robes fluttered, and his beard and hair were flying.
He recited the incantation again: "Gate of Nine Netherworlds, God of the Netherworld, blood sacrifice, resurrecting souls through corpses! Get up!"
With the last word "qi", the dark wind suddenly increased, and dazzling blood-red light shot out from the lines of the formation diagram below the ground.
At this time, the entire Resurrection Blood Formation was completely presented in front of Hua Wuyou.
In the dense blood light, the thirty-six pieces of talismans suddenly exploded, forming a blood-red evil ghost warrior, holding a three-pronged fork, guarding the surroundings of Yuan Xiaolou's dharma body.
Hua Wuyou was originally skeptical about whether there was any miraculous technique for reviving souls in the world.
Seeing this scene now, I felt a little at ease.
At least he believed that this old man did have extraordinary means.
The old storyteller looked pale, reached out and took out a small gray bag from his arms. After opening it, there were actually two layers of Gebu inside.
When all three layers of Gebu were opened, a small wooden box of quite a long time was found inside.
This box is very small, only the size of a child's fist.
However, the old storyteller was wrapped in three layers of gebu and carefully stored close to his body. This shows that the things placed in the small box are definitely extraordinary! The old storyteller flicked his fingers and the small wooden box opened. Hua Wuyou stretched his neck to take a look. He really wanted to know.
What exactly is in the little wooden box?
I was very disappointed. It turned out to be a red seal. It was not big, only two inches square.
The old storyteller held the judge's pen in one hand and the red seal in the other. He turned to Hua Wuyou and said, "Remember what I just said. You must not let any force interfere with my casting!"
Hua Wuyou said calmly: "As long as I am here, gods will come to kill gods, and Buddhas will come to destroy Buddhas."
He spoke very domineeringly. Of course, these were his true words and there was no exaggeration.
With Hua Wuyou's methods, he can really kill gods and destroy Buddhas.
The old storyteller nodded and smeared the bloody tip of the judge's pen underneath the red seal.
I saw him throwing out the weird seal, and the seal suddenly glowed red, and there was actually a black energy lingering in the red light.
This is by no means a fairy treasure in the eyes of a righteous cultivator. Judging from the terrifying evil power emitted by this seal, it is definitely a supreme magic weapon! The seal becomes larger in the wind, from two inches square to one in an instant.
A huge seal measuring a foot square.
After the seal grew larger, a ghost girl in the shape of a skull appeared above it, and four ghost faces appeared on the four sides.
"Hiss..." Hua Wuyou suddenly took a breath of cold air and murmured: "Is this the legendary Five Ghost Seal?"
