When Zhang Yi saw the Ghost King of Bashan volunteering, he immediately raised his hands and said, "Thank you sir."
Bashan Ghost King looked back and asked calmly, "Who among the Wugui Sect is willing to come out for this period."
Many young witches were eager to try after hearing this. Feng Ming and Feng Liang were waiting for their invitations when someone came out with a sinister tone and said, "I am Luo Ping, who is under the sect of the Ghost King of Canling. I know how to break the wall with ghosts. Although I can't deal with anything in the air."
Things may not work, but you can give it a try.”
Bashan Ghost King was also unambiguous and said directly, "Try it."
The wizard immediately jumped off his horse.
He placed a piece of old and dirty linen cloth on the ground, and placed a bunch of raw silk, an oil lamp, a jade ring, hair, animal teeth, yarrow and other items.
Then he took out a small knife from his arms, took blood from his arm, and muttered something.
When the soldiers around him saw it, they were all surprised and suspicious. Sometimes they looked at the wizard who was behaving strangely, and sometimes they looked up at the flying bird in the sky.
After a long time, the sorcerer's curses became faster and faster, but the birds in the sky were not affected at all.
Bashan Ghost King frowned, and without waiting for the result, he asked, "Who else will give it a try?"
The other disciples of the Wugui Sect watched Luo Ping's performance from the sidelines. Seeing his sophisticated skills and rigorous spells, they could not help but feel doubtful in their hearts.
On the other hand, Mei Zhe, who had not revealed much before, asked the group of wizards, "I wonder if the traitor general Chen Chao is a lover of wine?"
Zhang Yi knew everything, "Who in the army doesn't love wine? Chen Chao is no exception."
After hearing this, Mei Zhe had some chance of winning, but Chen Chaofei was too high, so he didn't dare to say too much, "Mei Zhe, a disciple of the White Mountain Ghost King, is willing to give it a try."
Bashan Ghost King's throat felt a little itchy when he heard about the wine. Hearing Mei Zhe's words, he said directly, "Try it."
Mei Zhe also took out a piece of clean linen cloth and spread it on the ground like Luo Ping did before. He also took out sheep intestines, pig tongue, cow stomach and other items from his backpack and arranged them one by one.
Yu Xian watched from the side, and he had some enlightenment in his heart. It seemed that the Witch Ghost Sect had corresponding rituals for performing spells. Their trump card was not the battle of spells, but the weird spells.
The last time I competed with them at Baishi Mountain, they may not have shown their full strength.
After Mei Zhe finished the arrangement, he took a picture of the Niwan Palace, a burst of black smoke rose, and a wine gourd jumped out of it.
Mei Zhe solemnly placed the wine gourd in the center of the linen cloth and muttered something.
As Mei Zhe prayed, a faint aroma of wine came out from the gourd.
Yu Xian took a gentle sniff and felt that his mind was slightly drunk, intoxicated, and extremely beautiful.
The people around him didn't resist at all, they were all drunk and smiling happily.
Bashan Ghost King took a long breath with an intoxicated look on his face, wishing he could drink all the alcohol in one breath. Zhang Yi and his military lords were all drunk and their eyes were dim. They could not ride their horses or sit on their saddles, so they fell down.
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The "blood of Zhou Gong" on Yu Xian's body is imprinted with Zhou Gong's "Jiu Gao". As long as it is stimulated a little, the drunkenness will disappear.
However, with this thing around him who might be the Bashan Ghost King or the Nanchuan Ghost King, Yu Xian didn't want to expose this trump card easily.
As Mei Zhe muttered something, the overflowing aroma of wine slowly dissipated, and Yu Xian could almost see it with his naked eyes. The aroma of wine condensed like smoke and shot straight into the air.
The drunken people around him woke up one by one and were all amazed.
That Zhang Yi made a fool of himself, half ashamed and half horrified. This Witch Ghost Sect is really evil. If the two armies were attacked by such a plot during a confrontation, wouldn't they be defeated miserably?
Fortunately, after watching for a while, Zhang Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the line of wine and cigarettes rose high, it lacked stamina. Seeing that it was still far away from the flying bird, it was out of reach.
It seems that this evil magic also has some restrictions.
Zhang Yizheng was thinking, but Mei Zhe calmly stretched out his hand and said, "Here comes the wine."
Feng Ming hurriedly picked up some bottles and cans from the luggage he had brought with him. The red paper on them turned out to be Mei Zhe's own homemade wine pulp.
Mei Zhe casually took a palm-sized porcelain bottle and opened the mud seal. A sweet smell immediately filled the air.
Mei Zhe took it in the palm of his hand and drank it all in one gulp.
He closed his eyes and thought about it for a moment, then said with a little regret, "Although it is a good wine, the time is a little off."
After saying that, he opened his eyes and breathed out the smell of wine on the wine gourd.
The gourd was as if it had taken a tonic pill. The alcoholic smoke coming out of the gourd's mouth rushed straight up.
It's just that it's far from the bird hiding in the clouds.
Mei Zhe threw away the porcelain bottle in his hand and took out a small clay jar. After opening the clay seal, he drank it all in one gulp, spewing out the smell of alcohol.
Mei Zhe performed the technique again and again, and the line of smoke condensed by alcohol became longer and longer, piercing into the sky little by little.
Chen Chao, who was in the air, had long sensed something was wrong, but Luo Ping's spell failed to take effect, and Mei Zhe's method seemed ordinary.
Chen Chao has the help of eagles and can come and go as he pleases. Of course, he doesn't pay attention to their little tricks.
He was determined to test the reality of the supporting army, so he slowly approached the drinking and smoking group.
The thin strands of wine and smoke rose into the air, swaying under the strong wind and no longer solidified.
Chen Chao caught a whiff of it with the wind, took a few more deep sniffs, and laughed, "So, I actually want to use the fragrance of wine to lure this beast down. It's a pity that my falcon has long since lost its wild nature and has the same mind as me."
Chen Chao commanded the falcon to fly far away, and in the blink of an eye he missed the aroma of the wine.
I thought, this wine smells so good, it would be a pity to miss it.
Books often say that drinking can cause trouble, but they never say that smelling alcohol can cause trouble. It doesn't matter if you think about it.
Chen Chao thought about it, scratched his head, and couldn't help but let the eagle turn around again.
Go to the place filled with wine and smoke and smell it.
I feel slightly tipsy and my pores are dilated. I am in mid-air, looking down at the river, feeling boundless pride and joy.
Seeing Chen Chao flying away, everyone below was still sighing with regret, but in the blink of an eye, they saw Chen Chao turn around and crash into the wine mist.
It's a pity that the thin line of wine smoke has reached high altitude and has dispersed into wine mist, which has long lost its previous power.
It is obviously impossible to expect Chen Chao to get drunk and fall to his death.
Only Mei Zhe smiled softly and continued drinking and casting spells.
The wine mist that spread in the air was only about ten feet wide, and the falcon passed through it by turning slightly.
Chen Chao walked back and forth in the wine mist for a while, and the aroma of the wine was diluted.
He hovered in the air for a moment, and finally couldn't help it and flew lower again.
When everyone saw it, they all felt that it was very real, just like the "one drink only" version of themselves.
Everyone was eagerly waiting for Chen Chao to fall into the trap, but Mei Zhe stopped performing the technique and reminded everyone, "This thief will be very alert. The falcon under him is huge and can withstand alcohol better than him. If he notices something is wrong, he will
Even if you summon the falcon, you still have the power to escape. You can have your crossbowmen prepare to avoid missing the opportunity."
Zhang Yi heard this and hurriedly asked his subordinates to gather the crossbowmen.
Chen Chao in the air was like a fish that had taken bait, spinning around the alcohol and smoke that looked like a fishing line.
Before I knew it, I was seventy or eighty percent drunk.
Suddenly, a gust of cool breeze blew, and the wine had subsided a little. Only then did I realize that my hands and feet were weak, and I could hardly stay on the hawk.
Chen Chao immediately became alert. It was bad, he almost fell into a trap, so he had to leave quickly.
The hawk under him is psychic and will immediately flap its wings and fly far away.
Zhang Yi below was so anxious that he shouted quickly, "Fire the arrow!"
The situation was critical, and the crossbowmen below knew that they were beyond their capabilities, so they could only try their best to shoot random arrows into the air.
Most of them were scattered after not being shot very high, and the rest were only a little stronger.