Chapter 5 Collect the Soul

The people who narrowly escaped their lives, after a rest, either silent, or left a few words of comfort, and then left this bloody and horrible place one by one. In this troubled world, whose life is not life, and who can control whose life? Every day and every night, in every strange and secluded place, isn't there the same scene of life and death?

Zhou Yixian and Xiaohuan also left there. The beast demon's nest is smelly and disgusting, which is really not a place for people to stay. They reluctantly removed the body of the wild dog Taoist out of the beast demon's nest and put it on the open space that had just entered the mountain forest.

The body of the wild dog Taoist seems to be slightly warm, but after all, it cools down so slowly.

Zhou Xian frowned and sat aside, shaking his head and sighing, while Xiaohuan knelt next to the wild dog, choking and crying.

The night wind was bleak, blowing the treetops and shaking. In the shadow, the mysterious man in black saw the scene just now. Although it was no effort for him to get rid of the two beast demons, he seemed to be cold in blood, standing in the dark and watching silently from beginning to end. At this moment, his eyes looked at Xiaohuan and then shifted to Zhou Yixian.

For a long time, I only heard Zhou Yixian whisper, "Okay, Xiaohuan, he... After all, he is dead. Let's find a place to bury him and let him be buried.

Xiaohuan's body trembled, and the choked louder. Suddenly, he looked up and cried to Zhou Yixian, "Grandpa, don't you know everything? Why don't you think of a way to save him?"

Zhou Yixian smiled bitterly and said, "I'm not a Jiuyou Yanluo, let alone a god in the sky. How can I know this spell that comes back to life?"

Xiaohuan choked and said, "But the Taoist priest died to save us."

Zhou Yixian sighed, turned his eyes to the face of the wild dog Taoist, nodded, and said, "Speaking of which, I used to misread him. I didn't expect that people like him would have true feelings. Alas, but it's too late to say anything now. Xiaohuan, listen to Grandpa's words, let's bury him well.

The small ring is wooden, only the tears on the face keep falling, drop by drop, wet the palm of the wild dog Taoist.

In the shadow, the man in black's eyes flashed, but there was no trace of pain and pity. In his eyes, the human feelings in the world seemed to be a live drama, and only he watched coldly.

Zhou Yixian got up and looked around. It was just that in this desolate place, where could he find something to take advantage of? After a long time, he could only pull a wooden stick back casually and raised it on the ground a few times, but only a little soil came out. If he wanted to dig a pit to bury people, God knew when he would dig it.

Can't you even bury it well?

Zhou Yixian abandoned the stick and sighed, and there was a trace of vicissitudes on his face. After sighing, he looked back and suddenly frowned. I don't know when Xiaohuan stopped crying. After wiping the tears on her face, she also found a wooden stick, cleaned it around the wild dog Taoist, and swept all the dead leaves and branches far away.

At first, Zhou Yixian thought that it was difficult for Xiaohuan to dig a pit, so he wanted to initially sort out the area around the ground around the wild dog Taoist. Unexpectedly, the more he looked at it, the more wrong it became. Xiaohuan swept out a circle of about a radius of about five feet around the body of the wild dog Taoist, then abandoned the wooden stick and walked back slowly. His face was a little less sad, but a little more resolute.

Seeing that Xiaohuan seemed to look wrong, Zhou Xian took a few steps forward and said, "Xiaohuan, what are you doing?"

Xiaohuan whispered, "I want to save him!"

After saying this, Zhou Yixian was shocked. It was the man in black in the dark. His body was also shocked, and his eyes immediately stared at Xiaohuan. Zhou Xian was stunned and said, "What did you say?"

Xiaohuan's voice was still low, but what he said was very clear, saying, "I want to save him!"

Zhou Yixian shook his head and said anxiously, "Yes, Xiaohuan, I know what you mean... No, it's not this. I mean, how can you save him?

Xiaohuan reached out and straightened the body of the wild dog Taoist, but his hands were quite strange. He raised his shoulders, with one hand to the sky, and clenched his fist in the palm of his hand. At the same time, he said, "The Taoist priest died to save us. I, I can't do nothing."

Zhou Yixian frowned more and more tightly. He looked at Xiaohuan and then straightened the two feet of the wild dog Taoist. When he put his right foot under his left foot, his face was even more ugly. Suddenly, he shouted, "Are you crazy, Xiaohuan? Do you want to use 'soul collection'?"

Xiaohuan was silent for a moment and whispered, "Grandpa, I only know this thing. Maybe, maybe it can really save people's lives?"

"Bullshit!" Zhou Yixian scolded Xiaohuan so loudly for the first time, "What are you talking about? Although the 'soul collection technique' has the power of collecting the soul, this method has always been a side door skill. It is dangerous and unpredictable. It disturbs the wandering soul, and it is also a taboo to violate the ghost world. Don't you want to live? In addition, this spell has always been used on living people. If the breath still exists, the soul is there. Only with this root can you cast the spell. What do you do to a dead person? If his breath is broken, the soul will inevitably disappear. Even if you have this strange skill, where can you find his soul? Are you going to find the endless ghosts in the Jiuyou Mansion?

In the dark, those eyes were shining, as if he suddenly found something incredible to him.

Xiaohuan's eyes turned red and he cried, "Grandpa, he, not long after he died, maybe the soul is nearby, and there is hope. If it's a little later, it's really hopeless.

Zhou Yixian's face turned pale. He strode to Xiao Huan, pulled her up, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Huan, I tell you, don't be delusional. I know what's on your mind. In those years, with your own ability, you took back the soul that your sister Jin Ping'er wanted to disperse, but I tell you that time was different from now. I repeat, this spell is for living people, and such ghost magic has greatly damaged Yinde. In those years, you only rescued the golden bottle once, and you have lost your life for a year. Now if you mess up again, it's hard to say whether you can succeed in casting spells on this dead man. At least you have destroyed the foundation of Taoism first, and Yangshou is afraid to go for more than 20 years. Have you figured it out?"

In the last few words, Zhou Yixian almost said it with a roar, and Xiaohuan was stunned for a moment. It was nonsense to say that she was not afraid of death. She just faced the wild dog Taoist lying on the ground. Anyway, it was difficult to deal with herself, but when she thought of the terrible consequences, she seemed to be out of breath

The atmosphere in the field froze for a moment. After a while, Zhou Yixian slowed down his tone and said softly, "Xiaohuan, the fate is determined by heaven, and no one can change it. I think it's God who wants the wild dog to die today. It's right for us to bury him, okay?

Xiaohuan's face changed, and his struggling expression flashed by from time to time. After a long time, he suddenly looked up and said, "Grandpa, his fate is not set by God."

Zhou Yixian looked at Xiaohuan's face, and his heart sank. He smiled dryly and said, "What?"

Xiaohuan took a long breath and said decisively, "The Taoist priest's life was set by himself, and he rushed to save us at all times, which unfortunately passed away. If he turns around and leaves, there is no place in the world where he can settle down. The girl's face was a little pale and sad. She whispered, "So, he died for us. Without him, we would have died long ago. How can we talk about Yangshou here?"

She looked at Zhou Yixian. Zhou Yixian somehow looked away, "Grandpa, I want to save him. No matter how dangerous this spell is, it's not as powerful as what he just encountered to save us, is it?

She is resolute.

Zhou Yixian knew that she had made up her mind and could not change it, so she had to look up to the sky and sigh. And the man in the dark, at this moment, his eyes are looking at the small ring, shining brightly.

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In the woods, it's late at night, and the yin is strong.

In the gliglow, that strange spell slowly unfolded.

The first drop of blood dripped from the cut opening on the small white arm and slowly fell beside the wild dog Taoist. Then, the little surrounded the wild dog Taoist and dripped down next to the wild dog Taoist with his own blood. Seeing her wrist slowly shake, the dripping blood on the ground, slowly forming a strange pattern.

In the dense forest, as the blood-red pattern gradually took shape, the ghost cry began to come faintly. Zhou Yixian stood aside and watched, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly. And the man in black, who had been watching this scene for a long time in the shadow, suddenly frowned at this moment.

He seemed to have seen this scene somewhere!

The Great Wizard...

The man in black couldn't help it, and his body trembled slightly!

The blood array now distributed by the small ring is obviously somewhat similar to that when the great wizard of Huqi Mountain saved Baguio that day, but after a week of the small circle, the magic array was formed, and the man in black had already seen that the array clothed by the small ring was still different from that of the big wizard on that day. Among other things, the scale of the formation alone is much smaller. Maybe it is based on blood as a medium, and Xiaohuan itself cuts the vein for blood, which naturally cannot be compared with the great wizard of the day.

Perhaps also for this reason, the totem pattern of the small ring is much simpler than the big wizard did that day, but even so, after a circle, the small ring is already shaky and pale.

Zhou Yixian didn't say a word and went up to hold the little ring. Xiaohuan was a little weak. He turned around and smiled at him, and then slowly sat down at the top of the formation, that is, three feet in front of the head of the wild dog Taoist.

In the secluded forest, Huo Ran's ghost roar rose out of thin air. In an instant, the whole forest roared strangely, and the yin gas swept over the sky. The gloomy wind blew from all directions, swaying the surrounding trees. Behind the shadows of all the branches, there seemed to be countless cold eyes staring here.

The little ring looked solemn, slowly closed his eyes, put a pair of white hands in his chest, and chanted mysterious spells in his mouth. After a moment, his slender palms unfolded on his chest, slowly put them down, and put them into the blood pool pattern in front of him.

The blood pattern around the body of the wild dog Taoist suddenly lit up in an instant, and all the blood seemed to suddenly get life and began to flow in the pattern. At the same time, Xiaohuan's original pale face suddenly added a little strange blackness.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the whole dense forest seems to be dark at this moment, and only this magic array begins to shine. The lively blood, like the most delicious food, attracts countless ghosts.

Zhou Yixian looked more and more worried. He knew the danger of this magic. Imagine how dangerous it should be for ordinary people to rob souls from the underworld. However, the small ring hinders practice, and it only casts spells within this dense forest, and the impact is barely small. I don't think it will alarm those ghostly powerful underworld guardians. Otherwise, if you are accidentally targeted, it is really unimaginable.

It's just that now, it seems to be just this kind of formation, and the small ring also feels a little unyable, but when she sees that the black air on her face is getting heavier and heavier, her body begins to tremble. You should know that this casting of magic is not the same as her treatment of the golden bottle in those years. The soul of the golden bottle has not been scattered. It is much better to collect the remnants of the soul. On that day, the great wizard saved Baguio in Huqi Mountain. Although the formation was much larger, in fact, it also relied on the remnant soul of Baguio ingested from the alien treasure "Hehuan Bell". Only then did he exhaust the Jiuyou Mansion with his strange skills and abruptly took back the remaining souls. But it is also because of this that the big wizard, on the one hand, he ran out of oil, and on the other hand, he also shocked the guardian of the underworld, was devoured by the ghost power of the underworld, and finally died.

And this small ring runs the most strange and difficult magic in the ghost road, and lacks the most critical soul. The difficulty is to find the soul of the wild dog Taoist in all the wandering souls in this dense forest, but the danger is already very imaginable.

I don't know how many lives the two beast demons have killed here, and I don't know how many ghosts circled here and failed to live. And the small ring laid this formation, but it is clear that it is to take a soul into this body. How can it not make all the ghosts crazy?

For a moment, the wind and clouds changed color, and countless looming black gas rushed to the small ring, and the painful color on the small ring was getting heavier and heavier, and the face was almost completely shrouded in black air.

Looking like this, I'm afraid that Xiaohuan won't last long, but somehow, she always refuses to give up. So many ghosts hover around her, or ghosts cry and wolf howl, or plead, or fierce. Lin Lin, all kinds of pain and despair in the world, all the evil feelings in the world seem to pierce The ring is still struggling to support, and with her own remaining spiritual power, she is looking for it in the endless sea of wronged souls.

If you fail this time, I'm afraid there will be no more chance!

Zhou Yixian was already sweating, but he didn't dare to disturb Xiaohuan, so he had to walk all over the ground and sighed. The figure in the dark shadow, although surrounded by ghosts, did not seem to care at all. On the contrary, those ghosts seemed to be a little afraid of him and were far away from him. At this moment, the eyes of the man in black looked at the little ring without blinking, and he couldn't help nodding to it. For a long time, there was a voice that only he could hear, and he whispered, "How can it be that this young woman is so talented in ghosts... In such a situation, you can still hold on. If there is a ghost master's guidance, if it takes time, it's enough..."

In his words, he also showed some hesitation inexplicably.

At this moment, Xiaohuan's black face in the field suddenly showed a happy color. The right hand, which was originally immersed in the blood pool array, suddenly stretched out, grabbed it empty, and then hurriedly put it down and grabbed the right hand of the wild dog Taoist. Then she stretched out her left hand from the pool of blood. When she still grabbed the void, suddenly, the ghost ghosts roared together, as if they were all trapped in an uncontrollable fury. The ghost was as iron, and in an instant, the black air shrouded her and surrounded the small body.

Outside the magic array, the trees within three feet withered, as if they could not stand the boundless fierce anger.

Zhou Yixian was shocked and was at a loss. He saw Xiaohuan gasping for breath. Several times, he tried to put his left hand on the right hand of the wild dog Taoist priest, but the endless black gas surrounded her. The ghost roared repeatedly, and the wind seemed to make her unable to press it. And the little ring's face became more and more ugly, his body trembled, and the corners of his mouth gradually flowed out.

Seeing that this magic circle is about to be burned, Zhou Yixian is in a hurry to rush over and pull the small ring away from the magic circle. Although he doesn't know the consequences, it's always good to stay away from those ghosts. Unexpectedly, before he moved, suddenly a dark shadow stood in front of him. Zhou Yixian was shocked. At this time, the man in black seemed to be similar to the ghosts around him.

I only heard the hoarse voice of the man in black and said coldly, "If you want your granddaughter to survive, just stand there honestly and don't move."

After saying that, the shadow flashed, and the man in black had appeared around the small ring and the strange magic array. Not to mention, he saw his arms waving repeatedly, constantly flying black things out of his hand, "pulling" and breaking into the earth and inserting around the magic circle.

Those things look dark, like iron and iron, and it is not clear what they are, but once these things are inserted into the mud of the magic array, the blood in the magic array suddenly seems to be affected by some external force, and the running speed is almost more than twice as fast in an instant, like boiling. A red light lit up from the magic array and shrouded the small ring.

This layer of red light seemed to be particularly useful for the ghosts and ghosts around. For a moment, the ghosts retreated one after another. Under the red light, the little ring's face quickly returned to normal, and the left hand stretched out in the air immediately pressed and grabbed the left hand of the wild dog Taoist.

At the moment when the small ring held the wild dog's arm, there was only a slight bursting sound. A dark red light began from the palm of the wild dog Taoist, extending down like lightning, and in a blink of an eye, it spread all over the wild dog Taoist's whole body. Then, the wild dog Taoist's whole body

At that moment, Xiaohuan tried to open his eyes and stared at the head of the wild dog Taoist in front of him. Suddenly, he tilted and took a slow breath.

Xiaohuan was overjoyed and relaxed, but it was suddenly dark in front of him, and he had fainted.