Hearing this, Song Fengchen frowned, and his eyes fell on the young man.
The body of the young man prostrated on the ground trembled, his nose and tears covered his face: "I, I know I was wrong, it's all my fault, I was the one who killed Master Guangyang"
"Okay." Song Fengchen interrupted him.
Yue Mo heard the impatience in his tone, the young man shrank his body, and really closed his mouth, but moved silently to the corner, for fear of obstructing the eyes of everyone present.
"The most urgent thing is to wake up the uncle first." Song Fengchen looked up at Xuanzhen and the others.
For the specific situation, you still have to ask Guangyang.
Ding Sijing quickly said: "Master Song, if you need anything, just ask."
"Mr. Ding, please help me prepare buckets, wooden boards, rice bowls, lamps, wicks, long incense, and rapeseed oil." Song Fengchen was not polite at the moment.
"The reason why the master is unconscious is because the seven souls were scattered by the Jue Ming palm. If you want him to wake up, you only need to make his seven souls return to their original positions."
Stand upright on the ground, place a wooden plank on the liter, put a bowl on the wooden plank, put water in the bowl, float a lamp on the surface of the water, add rapeseed oil to the lamp, put seven wicks, and light seven eyes.
Song Fengchen jumped and landed on the wooden board steadily.
Xuanzhen immediately took out three sticks of incense and sent them to Song Fengchen, watching him take the long sticks of incense, he immediately returned to his original position.
I only saw Song Fengchen stick three sticks of incense on his forehead, close his eyes and recite the mantra of wishing incense first: "The Tao is learned from the heart, and the heart is passed on with fake incense. The incense burns in the jade furnace I will tell you today that it will last nine days."
There was only a buzzing sound, and there was no fire on the long incense and it ignited spontaneously.
Then he recited: "Lamps are magic lamps, one lamp, two lamps and three lamps, climb mountains and cross mountains to light oil lamps, light up the light, and see the staggering¡ª"
Following the sonorous and forceful fall of the word 'Zhuan', the lamp floating on the water suddenly spun violently from east to west, causing the water surface to remain calm, and the seven lights formed a circle of light above the lamp.
Just listen to him yelling at the end: "Shenzong Xianshi's order, the order of heaven belongs to my heart. Palm the wheel three springs, and nine days chase people's souls."
As soon as the words fell, the three sticks of incense sticking to his forehead trembled suddenly, and the incense ash hanging on the head of the incense all fell down, just hitting the aperture, and there was only a crash, and the rapidly rotating lamp stopped instantly down.
Ding Sijing and the others took a closer look and saw that there were only six lights left in the lamp.
"Come again!" Song Fengchen threw away the three sticks of incense in his hand and stretched out his right hand.
Xuanzhen immediately took two steps forward and delivered the three sticks of incense that had been prepared to him.
Repeat this seven times.
As the last light in the lamp went out, Song Fengchen tapped his feet lightly, turned over, and landed firmly on the ground.
He turned around, picked up the lamp, pulled out all the wicks, left the rapeseed oil inside and handed it to Xuanzhen: "Feed it to the uncle."
"Yes." Xuanzhen took the lamp hastily.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Guangyang's breathing suddenly became heavy, and the two brothers Xuanzhen quickly surrounded him: "Master¡ª¡ª"
Guangyang slowly opened his eyes, his eyes swept over Xuanzhen and the two, and then he seemed to think of something, and subconsciously touched his chest, "Hiss¡ª¡ª"
Amidst the sound of gasping, Song Fengchen's voice came from beside his ear.
"Uncle Master."
Guangyang followed the voice and saw Song Fengchen. He didn't need to think to know whose handwriting he was able to wake up from. With Song Fengchen in charge, he felt a lot more at ease: "Young Guanzhu."
"Thanks for your hard work, Master." Song Fengchen said.
"Hey!" Guang Yang couldn't help sighing, half lying and half leaning on the bed under the support of Xuanzhen's two brothers: "I don't know that means and luck are also part of strength. In the final analysis, my skills are still inferior to others. .¡±
Xuan Zhen looked aggrieved, but before he could speak, he heard Guang Yang ask: "How long have I been in a coma?"
"From noon yesterday until now." Xuanhe replied.
"It's been a day and a half." Guang Yang touched the palm print on his chest, looked up at Song Fengchen, and said only: "Zong Guiren's skill is not very good, but his superb body-substitution technique is really a headache. But I have eliminated the so-called three major ghost generals under his command, and only one of the two major ghost kings remains, and he himself was stabbed several times by me, so he should have been seriously injured."
After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Ding Sijing: "Did you put away the things I asked you to put away before I passed out yesterday?"
"It's ready." Ding Sijing nodded quickly, and the butler behind him immediately turned and walked out. When he came back, he had an extra lunch box in his hand.
Thinking of this, Zong Guiren got out of bed and walked over to open the door.
"Master Zong, this way please!" The middle-aged man outside the door looked flattering and led him to the front yard.
"Di-di¡ª¡ª"
Passing through the living room, Zong Guiren couldn't help but feel irritable when he heard the continuous piercing sound of the siren outside. He frowned: "What's the matter, the horn keeps ringing?"
The middle-aged man quickened his pace and said, "I can't help it. This place is too remote. Some roads are not easy to walk. The car was broken when it came."
Hearing what he said, Zong Guiren's complexion improved a lot.
He followed behind the middle-aged man and stepped out of the courtyard door.
Outside the house was shrouded in dark clouds, without any starlight, two trucks were parked not far away, seven people got off from the truck, saw Zong Guiren and the middle-aged man, and immediately stood there respectfully
Seeing that the blank straw man was getting closer and closer to the seven straw figures, Song Fengchen blew lightly on the blank straw man, and at the moment when the blank straw man stopped walking in disobedience, he pointed the middle finger of his right hand at the straw man heavily. With a flick, the blank straw figures flew into the air, and rushed towards the direction of the seven straw figures
Just when Zong Guiren was only a few meters away from the two trucks, a gust of wind suddenly blew out of nowhere, instantly extinguishing the heat in Zong Guiren's heart.
Something is wrong¡ª¡ª
Zong Guiren's pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously slowed down his pace. Only then did he realize that the surroundings were eerily quiet except for the piercing sound of sirens. He clearly remembered that there was a stream behind this yard, but now he couldn't even hear the slightest sound of water.
He slowly slowed down his pace, put the back of his left hand behind his back, and as his fingers danced, the picture in front of him distorted.
He closed his eyes, and the piercing whistle in his ears turned into a crisp bell.
He opened his eyes, and the two trucks turned into two stones, and the seven people standing in front of the trucks turned into strange things.
Zong Guiren's pupils tightened, and he looked down, only to realize that his feet had never touched the ground, which was not the state of his soul.
He hurriedly stopped, but he didn't expect that at this moment, a huge force hit him on the back out of nowhere, and his whole body was like a ****, soaring into the air and flying straight forward.
not good¡ª¡ª
Seeing that he was about to fall into the soul-locking array of the seven evil spirits, without hesitation, he picked up a wooden sign at his waist and threw it out forcefully.
The moment he fell into the Qisha Soul Locking Formation, two black lights flashed at the same time, Zong Guiren's figure suddenly appeared more than ten meters away from Qisha, and the people in the formation seemed to have become There was a female ghost in red
At the moment when the blank straw man was out of control, Song Fengchen pressed the palm of his right hand down, his breath sank in the dantian, and a red light suddenly shot out from the blood array under his feet, gathering on his palm. The next moment, with the momentum of piercing through the air, the raised palm slapped fiercely on the clay puppet on the far right of the altar.
boom¡ª¡ª
Under the palm, the clay puppet turned into powder
Outside the seven evil spirits locking the soul formation, Zong Guiren managed to stabilize his body. Rejoicing, he looked up at the red-clothed ghost.
However, they found that the Qisha Soul Locking Formation, which was supposed to be raging like a storm, was unbearably quiet at the moment. The Qisha stood motionless in place, letting the female ghost in red attack them.
There was a stab.
The sharp claws of the female ghost in red pierced through the chest of the earth spirit directly in front of her. Zong Guiren could see clearly that what splashed out was not blood, but straw.
Looking again, the earth spirit is gone, and what remains is a straw man!
Fake!
I fell for it¡ª¡ª
Zong Guiren's breathing stagnates.
At this moment, a piercing sound roared.
He raised his head, and a blood-red slap hit him from top to bottom.
Zong Guiren subconsciously groped towards his waist, but unexpectedly found nothing. Only then did he realize that the ghosts under his hands had either been killed by Guangyang, and the only remaining one was thrown out by him just now.
Suffered!
Zong Guiren's expression cracked, and a blood-red slap came in an instant, slamming hard on his chest.
"boom¡ª¡ª"
Zong Guiren flew upside down.
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ps: new book request advance order¡ª¡ª
Cannon fodder is king [Quick travel]
One sentence copywriting: What Meng Zezhi has to do is to live recklessly in this strange world. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com