He quickly put on his handprints and silently recited the mantra that should have been strange. He had only heard Mu Linglong recite it once, but she seemed to be engraved in her heart, and she could recite it without saying a word.
The fifth juggernaut stood beside her and frowned subconsciously.
Until the last word of the fifth recitation fell, a sudden burst of nameless wind broke out in the room, and the curtains in the whole room floated up, not to mention the thin paper, hovering over the room, with a little more solemnity and depression.
The fifth thought distracted the mind, and a small little sweat appeared on her forehead. The fifth master made a big hand and put it on her sister's shoulder, giving her a steady stream of spiritual power to help her complete the art of resurrection.
The sky, which should have been bright, also brought a layer of darkness because of this incident.
It's dark again.
It’s so dark that it makes people feel inexplicably nervous, and they always feel that something big is going to happen.
The fifth thought suppressed the discomfort in my heart, and even the bloody feeling that filled my mouth.
Fortunately, the fifth wise gave him powerful power, and then threw out the Western God of Death's soul-catching card. The Heavenly Dao felt the authenticity of this card, and the arrogance was recovered. The dark clouds covered in the entire sky outside gradually dispersed.
The sky became brighter again, as if it had been washed by water, and in the end it was only a blue sky.
Wu Nian took a deep breath, and after casting the entire spell, his legs were weak and he almost fell to the ground, and his back was wet with sweat.
The fifth master helped her up, "Fan Zhuo is fine, you will wake up in a while."
"Um."
Wu Nian was helped by Di Wu Jue and sat on the sofa aside. "I'm a little tired. If you have anything, please bear it for now and tell others that Fan Zhuo is fine. When he wakes up, he will call Youyou as soon as possible."
"You find a place to take a nap."
She shook her head, "I can't rest assured if I don't watch him wake up with my own eyes and call Youyou to report your safety."
The fifth master no longer stopped him, but placed his sister on the sofa next to her and covered her with a thin blanket. He went out to tell Abel and others that Van Zhuo would probably have to wait a while before he could wake up.
Abel was about to burst into tears with excitement, and he was already extremely grateful for the fifth thought.
Vino and Paou were not much better, and almost regarded the brother and brother as gods.
Besides God, who else can bring back a dead man?
"I think it's quite lively here, and I don't know if my sudden visit has disturbed you?"
A familiar and cold male voice suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor. Everyone subconsciously looked towards the opposite side and saw a tall figure slowly walking towards them.
He was wearing a black cloak, holding a sickle in one hand, and his huge wings were still waving behind him, with a cold expression. His cold eyes swept across the people present, and a sarcastic curve slightly curled up at the corner of his mouth. "I wonder who came to my territory today and even let a group of old ghosts go. Can someone explain it to me?"
Seeing his outfit, who else can't guess his identity?
The Death of the West, Danatos.
Although Western God of Death controls all dead souls, it does not mean that their vampires are really easy to bully.
Fan Zhuo's soul was detained, and they might not dare to be arrogant. Now Fan Zhuo has been rescued by the fifth nun. He just turned against him. Isn't it a matter of minutes?
So, Danatos is now coming to seek punishment, and they are not afraid. At worst, they can only come to someone who is alive and dead.
The fifth master raised his eyes and looked at Danatos, threw out a soul-catching card, and asked indifferently, "You shouldn't be too unfamiliar with this card!"
Danatos definitely subconsciously caught the card, the soul-catching card?
For nearly a thousand years, he has given it to only one person.
Danatos looked at the fifth wise, hey, he was still an old acquaintance.
Junyan, who was extremely cold, instantly melted a little, her eyebrows and eyes filled with a shallow smile, and the corners of her mouth curled up, "Xiao Juejue, we have been missing for a long time."
When the Fifth Master heard this title, he subconsciously frowned and was very disgusted with the intimate name Danatos.
He sneered, "How do I remember, we met a few months ago?" He even collaborated, but in the end he took away more souls.
"There is an ancient saying in the east that it's like not seeing each other for three autumns. I'm afraid that you and I are like this!"
"Shut up! Don't use vocabulary randomly." This idiot thought he had been learning Chinese for a few days and started to show off his literary talent. It's ridiculous.
Abel and others swallowed, hovering, hovering back and forth between the two of them. What is going on now? Danatos seems to be a genius and he also loves the fifth lady's younger brother?
"We have brought back the soul of Fanzhuo. Get out with your soul-catching card." Fighting with the shameless Danatos, Fifth has to admit that his proud self-control will eventually be disintegrated.
And he broke his skills once, twice, and decided not to endure it anymore.
"It seems that the person who took him away is not you, Xiao Juejue?"
"You gave it to the soul-catching card!"
"Yeah, for you."
The fifth lord was stunned for three seconds, and instantly understood what Danatos meant, so the person who caught the soul was not him, so he won’t count the soul, right?
With his relationship with Sister Youyou alone, it is absolutely impossible for Danatos to take Fanzhuo away, so the fifth juggernaut's face would be as stinky as possible at this time, "So, do you still have to take Fanzhuo away?"
Chapter completed!