Blood spattered, all sucked up by the phantom floating on Luoshan's body.
Three dim shadows of the Luo Feng brothers could be seen in the blood. They were whining, struggling and roaring, and crying for mercy. However, the power absorbed by the shadows was too strong, and they were swallowed up without any resistance. Down.
Among the troops they brought, nearly a hundred powerful witches who were identified as their confidants were also beheaded.
This was Tai Si's suggestion. After all, Luo Shan died once, and his soul was lost outside his body. Even if he could be recalled with the secret technique of soul redemption, there would still be some damage, and some sequelae such as dementia and stupidity would inevitably occur.
Using the blood and souls of hundreds of great witches as sacrifices, the ancient demon god Luo Shan communicated with would naturally use part of the souls of these great witches to repair Luoshan's soul, making his soul stronger and more vigorous. After resurrection, not only would there be no sequelae, and will be smarter and more understanding than ordinary people.
As his consciousness spread, Ji Hao felt the cries of the great shaman souls in the blood light, and subconsciously looked at the phantom hovering above Luo Shan's body.
It has no specific form, constantly squirming like an amoeba, a faint circle of shadows, exuding a ruthless and indifferent aura, like an ancient stone sculpture that has remained unchanged, exuding a cold and stern atmosphere.
This is the ancient demon god who communicates with the secret method of soul redemption. His body has already fallen and shattered in the long torrent of time, but part of his soul imprint has been integrated into the laws of heaven and earth. Those who understand the secret method can summon him and pay a certain price in exchange for his power and help. .
For example, bringing back the dead, overwhelming mountains and seas, destroying countries and cities, and changing the situation.
"Human witchcraft is also quite impressive." Abao was also in a trance while looking at the phantom. After the phantom swallowed up all the souls of the great witches, Abao suddenly said: "Ji Hao, you Do you know how many witchcraft methods are passed down from the Witch Palace to summon the soul imprints of these ancient demons?"
Ji Hao frowned. He had read most of the secret books of the Witch Palace. These witchcraft to summon the ancient demon gods did not meet his interest, so he did not study too much. Maybe he will get involved in this line of witchcraft in the future, but now he is more focused on improving his cultivation.
"As far as I know, there are about 318 secret spells of gods and demons." Ji Hao thought for a while, nodded and said, "Yes, 318. Maybe there are more profound secrets in the Witch Palace. I That’s all there is to know.”
Abao looked at the phantom and said slowly: "As far as I know, there were more than 30,000 ancient demon gods who appeared at the beginning of the world, and all of them had incredible magical powers. I have been thinking, if these ancient demon gods were combined The soul imprints are gathered together and refined into a formation or a magic weapon. How powerful can it be?"
Ji Hao raised his eyebrows, completely intrigued by A Bao's words.
What Taoist Yu Yu taught him was the true understanding of formations, and Ji Hao was extremely interested in Taoist Yu Yu's formations. If he could follow Abao and refine this formation together, it would definitely be of great benefit to Ji Hao's own Taoism.
"This boy is a treasure. His physique is quite suitable for communicating with these ancient demon gods." Abao pointed at Taisi and whispered with a weird smile: "He doesn't understand worldly affairs and can't help you in your territory. , just let him sacrifice at the Demon God Altar and give us basic skills in refining the formation."
Ji Hao looked at Tai Si with a smile on his face, feeling very satisfied with Abao's suggestion.
Tai Si was a guy who could starve himself to death after leaving Shao Si. Ji Hao didn't want to raise idlers in his territory. Abao's suggestion couldn't be more wonderful.
"When we get to Yaoshan, we will arrange this matter carefully." Ji Hao smiled and looked at Luoshan, whose body was burning with flames.
Silks of cold wind spurted out from the group of shadows, and countless black shadows visible to the naked eye surged out of the void and continued to converge towards Luoshan. These black shadows entangled and circled each other, and soon you could see the extremely dim shadow of Luo Shan flying up and down around Luo Shan's body.
A total of ten phantoms were circling around Luoshan. Silks of cold wind continued to pour into these ten phantoms. Luoshan's shadow gradually became clearer, and his complexion became much better.
The Taisi jumped up, grabbed the bone staff and danced wildly. Accompanied by the sound of complicated spells, a thick black mist slowly spewed out from the phantom, slowly immersing the recalled Luoshan. In the soul.
Luoshan's soul quickly became clear, and soon became no different from a real person.
Following Tai Si's incantation, Luo Shan's soul obediently and slowly penetrated into his body from his seven orifices. Luo Shan's chest suddenly swelled high, and he took a long breath and took a deep breath. Everyone present heard a cry at the same time. Strong heartbeat.
"Wow, alive!" Manman's eyes widened and he shouted in shock: "Can the dead come back to life? Oh, Taisi is very powerful. Manman thought he didn't know how to do anything but eat. It’s over.”
The flames of ten oil lamps suddenly shot up to a height of tens of feet, and thick black air spurted out from the ground, turning into hundreds of black hands and grabbing at Luoshan's body. Taisi recited the incantation again, and a large amount of black air spewed out from his body, turning into a simple short knife and slashing at those palms.
"The Netherworld does not allow the souls of the dead to escape!" Abao shouted in a deep voice: "Resurrection from the dead is an act against heaven and will be hated by heaven and earth."
Turning his palm, Abao had a white seal on his hand, and he was about to strike it. Ji Hao hurriedly held down Abao's hand: "Tai Si can handle it, senior brother, don't be anxious for now."
"Sacrifice!" Taisi rolled his eyes and howled in a ghostly manner.
Hundreds of strong big bulls were pushed to the ground. Zhamu led his men to kill these bulls with one knife. Large amounts of blood spurted out. The palms made of black energy suddenly froze, and they attacked the big bulls that fell to the ground. He grabbed it and then slowly shrank back to the ground.
After those big bulls were caught by black hands, their flesh and blood quickly withered and turned into a pile of black ash in the blink of an eye. Seeing this scene, the Luoshan people watching around did not dare to say anything, and they all trembled involuntarily.
"The soul is back!" Taisi suddenly stood still and raised his hands high.
The floating shadow on Luoshan's body slowly disappeared, the ten oil lamps suddenly went out, Luoshan's small body fell back to the ground, his eyes moved and suddenly opened. After turning his clear and bright eyes a few times, Luo Shan suddenly cried out in a hoarse voice: "Grandpa, grandpa, wuwu, Xiaoshan is scared!"
More than a dozen elders of the Luoshan tribe rushed forward crying, surrounding Luoshan and hugging him.
The nearby Luoshan people danced and sang songs, and they looked at Taisi in surprise and shock.
Alive, really alive, their killed young patriarch really lived!
(End of chapter)