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The eunuch's yang energy was weak. Seeing such a turbulent wind, he was already scared and covered in cold sweat on his back. Only Zhang Shuye, although he was a civil servant, was quite brave. He pressed his sword in his hand and watched how Wen Fei cast his spell.

In fact, Wen Fei was extremely nervous at this time. After all, it was his first time to preside over a ritual, and it was also his first time to experience such a situation... I don’t know if the spells in my memory have any effect?

The ringtone of "Dingling..." could not stop ringing, and Wen Fei kept shaking the bell. Among the Taoist magic tools, this thing has always been used as a soul-suming object. Wen Fei scattered handfuls of paper money one by one. In the cold wind, paper money flew around, as if countless lonely ghosts were snatching money...

It wasn't like it was just that. In Wen Fei's eyes, you could see the ringtone, and the nearby ghosts were called over. Most of them were the ghosts who died in battle last time, a large part of which were missing arms and legs, and some of them were dragging their intestines to crawl around on the ground. Even if Wen Fei was bold, his heart was still irritated.

These lonely ghosts still retain the miserable situation before their death, but this disabled ghost Wen Fei doesn't want. Only the better the ghost is preserved, the easier it is to sacrifice and refine it.

Wen Fei was both surprised and happy. What was shocked was that so many Xixia people had killed last time, and there were indeed many ghosts. What was happy was that there were so many ghosts, so I could choose this time!

Wen Fei shouted loudly: "Edict!" Wen Fei pointed his hand and the ghost general received Wen Fei's order. Wen Fei pointed at one of the ghosts with a sword. The ghost was wandering, but suddenly his body stiffened and he couldn't help but floated over.

This ghost control technique is really easy to use, and Wen Fei breathed a sigh of relief. After pinching the technique, the ghost was captured in front of Wen Fei. He was about to put it into the magic weapon.

I didn't know that, I saw a demon coming over. I was holding a weapon in my hand, and I split the ghost in half with one knife.

Fortunately, the ghost has no fixed shape, and even if it is split in half, it can recover immediately, but the yin energy on the body will become lighter. However, before the ghost can completely recover, the evil ghost saw the ghost dragging the blade and chopped off one arm of the ghost.

Then he pinched the ghost, and his mouth suddenly cracked like a crocodile, chewing the ghost as a whole.

"It's him!" Wen Fei suddenly recognized this evil ghost. The last time he drove a truck to the military camp, he met with a master named Wumian. That time, Wumian's bravery and skills left a deep impression on Wen Fei.

Born to be a hero, yes, he is also a ghost hero. This guy was so powerful in his lifetime, and he was also a ghost when he died! Wen Fei was shocked and hurriedly made a move, pinched the ghost-controlling technique in his hand and pointed at Wu Ben's body.

This ghost-controlling technique uses the will of the caster to control the ghost soul. I don’t know that Wen Fei’s level of cultivation is too poor, his mental will is not strong enough, or Wu Bu is too powerful. It just paused a little, then he shook his whole body, as if he had broken a shackle. Wen Fei suddenly felt an invisible force rebounding back and hitting his consciousness. He suddenly felt dark in front of his eyes. After a while, he recovered, but he felt wet under his nose, and was blown coldly by the wind, and even his nose bleeding was flowing out.

As a result, Wu Bei's evil ghost noticed Wen Fei. Youdao was the enemy who met and was very jealous. Wu Bei seemed to have some memories of his life. When he saw Wen Fei, he let out a silent roar and rushed towards Wen Fei.

Wen Fei was suddenly panicked. Such a powerful ghost was not just the means of possessing it. His attack could directly act on his own yang fire. Wen Fei threw away the prepared talisman paper, but Wu Meng became a ghost without any physical restraint. His skills seemed to be more flexible, and he rushed towards Wen Fei like lightning. He slashed Wen Fei's neck with one knife.

The evil ghost also had no body. The knife did not make Wen Fei's head fly up and blood spurt three feet away. Instead, it made Wen Fei's neck suddenly cool and his whole body suddenly tightened, as if his heart stopped beating in an instant.

In just one moment, the yang fire on Wen Fei's body suddenly darkened and almost extinguished. It was even more powerful to be buried in the afternoon than when he was alive. Wen Fei was shocked and retreated.

Wumeng did not chase after him, and it was not easy to live. The yang energy on living people was already very harmful to ghosts, especially those who practiced like Wen Fei. Yang fire was much more vigorous than ordinary people. In this way, the knife in Wumeng's hand melted like a candle that encountered high temperature.

Taking advantage of this moment, Wen Fei shouted loudly. After getting the signal, the five hundred Song soldiers on the other side were shocked and rushed over quickly with a torch.

The strange flames in Wubei's eyes lit up, and another big knife appeared in his hand. Then he slashed towards Wenfei, but at this time, Wenfei took a deep breath. His head was extremely clear at the moment of life and death. He suddenly shook his soul and left his body. He turned into a magical image of the Ghost Emperor wearing a magic robe and a crown. He held the Ghost Emperor's jade seal in one hand and aimed it at Wubei.

The evil ghost has no memory and a wise man is extremely low, but he feels a hint of fear brought from ancient times from this ghost emperor's Dharma image.

Just this little bit made his movements hesitate. He held the knife and struggled, as if he wanted to pounce on him and kill Wen Fei, the enemy, but he shrank and did not dare to get close.

But I don’t know that Wen Fei’s Ghost Emperor Dharma Image was just a just achievement, just an empty standpoint, and it can be broken with one poke. This situation will not last long, just like a donkey in the end, and the tiger will not be scared by the donkey for too long.

But it was enough to delay such a little time. Five hundred soldiers ran over quickly, and the Yanghuo gathered together, lit up the surroundings like a huge torch. Of course, only ghosts and spiritual eyes could see it. Before we got closer, countless lonely ghosts who died in battle were dodging. Wumian hesitated for a moment, and they were also afraid that the Yanghuo emitted by the five hundred soldiers who were full of blood and the iron-blooded evil spirits unique to the army. It finally retreated and grabbed a wild ghost who was still crawling on the ground, with a broken leg, and opened its mouth and chewed the broken leg ghost.

Wen Fei breathed a sigh of relief and hid among these soldiers, and was safe now. However, this time the plan to capture the ghost soldiers was completely failed...

The next day, early in the morning

"I'll go back and bring you some cotton coats!" Wen Fei said.

Zhang Shuye was overjoyed: "There are still food, firewood, and it will be difficult to transport the baggage after heavy snow."
Chapter completed!