Chapter five hundred and forty-six soul-calling banners
The ghost struggled in the hands of Yu Sheng, and its ferocious face stood out from time to time in the blue smoke.
Yu Sheng held on tightly until the ghost was tired from struggling, and then he asked questions to get something out of his mouth.
However, the ghost in his hand who had calmed down had dull eyes and looked at Yu Sheng with a smile of "hehe". After Yu Sheng pressed harder, he just said "I'm sorry".
"Hey, kid, you think I can't do anything to you after you die, right?" Yu Sheng had such a bad temper that he immediately pinched his soul and silenced him.
Humans have three souls and seven souls. This ghost soul has obviously taken away one soul and lacks intelligence. Therefore, it lacks fear, lacks intelligence, has dull eyes, and is easily controlled by others.
Ordinary ghost-catching masters or shamans encounter this person who is helpless and let him go as a fool, because without reason, he will soon enter reincarnation.
But what he met was Yu Sheng. If this grandson didn't open his mouth to retaliate, Yu Sheng would just throw him away and let him reincarnate.
However, now this grandson actually dared to scold him. This made King Donghuang unable to bear it, but he couldn't bear it for the rest of his life, let alone King Donghuang.
Yu Sheng immediately took out a mirror, covered the body, input his divine power with his left hand, and muttered something in his mouth.
The Lord of Blackwater's eyes were filled with admiration. He was worthy of being the Young Lord of the East Wasteland. His appearance, his temper, and the words he spoke made him appear mysterious and unpredictable.
Miss Zhao got closer and could clearly hear what Yu Sheng was saying: "I'm sorry, you dare to scold me, I'm sorry..."
A silver light emerged from the mirror and was projected on the corpse. The corpse was restored at a speed visible to the naked eye. The head kicked away and the severed arm flew back to be reattached on their own.
At the same time, in the main hall of a certain city in the southern wilderness.
Sitting on a throne made of withered bones was a man wearing a horned helmet and a face stuffed with flesh, looking at the soul-calling flag in his hand in surprise.
I saw this magic weapon shaking violently, shaking like chaff, rather like the common people who were kneeling to see him.
Not only that, the soul-calling banner soon emitted a cloud of blue smoke, and the soul inside wandered in pain, howling, struggling, and constantly trying to break out of the soul-calling banner.
Standing on both sides of the high platform, the guards who had just flogged the people without hesitation and showed no trace of life were now groaning in pain, which surprised the people kneeling below.
The green smoke was rising more and more, and it was becoming less and less controlled by the goat head, so that the goat head turned pale with fright, "Quickly, go and ask the evil witch, no, the witch ancestor, the witch ancestor."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Soul-Calling Flag broke free from his hand and shook violently in the air. With a "click", the flagpole of the Soul-Calling Flag broke.
The flags flew randomly in the air, and the green smoke quickly covered the flags, turning into a surging chaos, highlighting the faces of struggling ghosts from time to time.
These ghostly faces could also be seen by the people kneeling in the audience. The people who had just thought there was no hope of survival looked at this scene and a little hope ignited in their hearts.
Gradually, the ghostly cries and wolf howls emitted by the ghost faces in the green smoke became clearly audible, which made the people feel terrified.
There were footsteps outside the main hall, and an old witch with gray hair but rosy face, carrying an oil-paper umbrella, led a group of young witches in.
What is different from ordinary witches is that these witches wear purple robes.
After seeing the scene of Qingyan, the old witch asked sharply: "What's going on?"
"No, I don't know." The goat-headed man with a sinister look on his face, who just now had a fierce intention to turn many people into the living dead, now started to speak tremblingly.
One is afraid of this evil witch, and the other thinks that what he has done is so unscrupulous that it will bring about retribution.
The old witch glared at the goat head fiercely, and the goat head became smart and said hurriedly: "It, it, has become like this on its own."
The old witch didn't say much. He immediately waved his hand and sat down on the ground. The witch behind him lit three incense sticks as thick as his fingers in front of it and stuck the oil-paper umbrella behind it.
The incense string was very thick. The old witch holding the seal with both hands pointed out his hand. The soul in the oil-paper umbrella behind him followed the incense and pointed directly at the cloud of green smoke.
The smoke of cigarettes tends to be blue and does not blend with the green smoke. Therefore, you can see that the thin cigarette is slowly wrapping the green smoke to prevent the green smoke from shaking.
The green smoke suddenly subsided a little, and then at the moment when he breathed a sigh of relief, a mirror appeared in the void, emitting dazzling golden light, which dazzled many people and made them unable to open their eyes.
This golden light directly covered the green smoke, and the blue cigarette disappeared immediately, unable to restrain the green smoke anymore.
The green smoke started to roll, and the souls inside were even more intense than before. The howls were even more pitiful and even filled with anger, making the kneeling people worry that they would be torn apart if they rushed out.
The old witch is still trying to drive away the cigarettes to restrain the blue smoke, but a lot of the blue smoke disappears into the sea, making the blue smoke become more and more rampant.
"Come together." The Wu Zhu at the back shouted when he saw this, and immediately more than ten young Wu Zhu sat down cross-legged and lit incense, urging the blue smoke to attack the green smoke.
It was a stalemate at first, but soon Jin Guang felt impatient.
There was a dragon roar, and in the astonished eyes of everyone, a golden dragon claw rushed out of golden light and grabbed Qing Yan.
With a "bang" sound, the old witch and more than ten young witches were hit hard and fell backwards.
They knocked over the oil-paper umbrella, bumped into each other, and finally fell against the wall together.
"Poof", the old witch spit out a mouthful of blood, and his red face suddenly turned pale.
Looking at the green smoke again, it looked like a broken ball after being grabbed by the dragon's claws. The souls inside spread out. Just as they were about to happily pounce on the people below, they were roasted by the golden light.
As these souls were roasted, the lifeless guards standing under the stage fell to the ground one after another, and their bodies decomposed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
There was only one ray of soul. He was accurately caught by the dragon's claws when he emerged from the flag, and then disappeared into the mirror.
"This, this is?" The suddenly quiet hall made people feel a little uncomfortable.
The goat-headed man looked around. All the guards had fallen down, and the witches were also unconscious.
The only ones who were safe and sound were a group of kneeling people.
Having just come back from the hell gate, they looked around, ecstatically looking at everything around them.
In the silence, someone shouted "Revenge, kill his mother". Many people stood up immediately, and most of them rushed towards the goat's head on the skull throne.
"Get lost!" At first, the goat head could still struggle, but then it was drowned by the people, and then there were screams of pain, which were even more miserable than the soul in the green smoke just now.
These people could not forget the scene of their loved one being turned into a living dead by him, and they wanted to peel off his skin and cramps, eat his flesh and drink his blood.
When the dying old witch saw this scene, he took a deep breath and quietly crawled out of the hall without the people noticing him.