"Okay, since you don't want to cooperate, I'll find someone to accompany you!"

Shang Biao glanced at Wu Yu, who was speechless in the holy fire, and made a decision.

After closing the gate of the Holy Fire Hall, although there was no trouble, no one would come to the Holy Fire Hall to talk to Wu Yu at night.

Shang Biao pushed the door open to the stone house nearest to the Holy Fire Hall. A widow lived inside. After her husband died in the mouth of a strange beast, she only left such a house for her to think about.

Shang Biao pushed the door loudly, but the woman was unable to get up.

The phantom of the heels hovered over Shang Biao's head, and the joyful dancer, the plague had already spread within this hundred meters.

"Li, what are you going to do? I know you have always liked me, but I have already~"

"laugh!"

Shang Biao, who was covered in black, really didn't want to listen to her next thoughts. The copper spear penetrated her throat. The ghost boy stretched out his claws and penetrated his corpse's head, and his empty soul was pulled out.

"Master, Ami, I want to eat!"

"The soul is thrown in, the essence and blood belong to you, and the smell of blood is completely treated."

The black order flag rolled over and took in the soul that was trembling with fear.

The ghost boy's expression became richer and richer. He spitted out a half-foot-long tongue at Shang Biao's leaving back and shook it a few times, then crawled on the wound and took a deep breath. The body was visible to the naked eye.

"Ph, it's so bad!"

The blue-black grimace deliberately imitated Shang Biao's expression, and the master and servant were more and more similar. They all picked up the bowl and ate the cook's virtues of putting down the bowl and scolding the chef.

One after another, a few hours later, the souls of ninety-nine fire-loving people had already been gathered in Shang Biao's black flag.

Most of them are widowed women, and a small number of elderly soldiers.

In the Holy Fire Hall, Shang Biao bowed and stood in the center of the altar, holding a talisman pen in his hand, dipping his blood that was still emitting heat. From time to time, he wrote and painted runes according to the records in "Yinshan Faji".

The formation he was preparing to set up did not belong to the Yinshan Technique. I don’t know which generation of descendants obtained a formation called Soul Sacrifice and Demons by chance. According to the number of souls sacrificed in the formation, it can greatly increase the magic weapon or human beings.

The Yinshan Mountains who was unwilling to destroy the efforts of his ancestors was recorded in the "Yinshan Dharma Book" for future generations to gain insight.

It is just to increase your knowledge. In reality, not to mention gathering ninety-nine living souls, it is difficult to even a wandering soul with normal death. Maybe you will be exposed and you will be cast by the righteous and evil spirits to eliminate evil spirits. You dare to use this formation and seek death.

Just as Shang Biao finished painting the last stroke, the stone door of the Holy Fire Hall was pushed open, and Yan Yu walked out with a spear.

With a bloody smell, Yan Yan looked at Shang Biao standing on the altar in disbelief.

Wuyu, who never left the Holy Fire Hall easily, was not there. The altar was covered with messy ground and covered with runes written in blood. Only outsiders dared to make such a blasphemous act of sacred fire in the Holy Fire Hall.

There is no greater sorrow than death in his heart. Yan Wu stared at the bloodless spear beside Shang Biao, and moved step by step.

"Outside, come, someone!"

Word by word, the sound was like weeping blood. When he stepped onto the altar, Yan Hu suddenly rushed towards Shang Biao like a wild beast that had lost its mind.

"clang"

The two spears intertwined, and Yan Feng was pulled to the ground by Shang Biao.

One arm is missing, a lot of blood loss and all the mind is lost. Such a scent is not as good as an ordinary person.

"Hehe, the master asked me to swallow him, Amei learned a new ability!"

The blood and energy of a hundred people have made the ghost child make up for the innate mental deficiency, but it has not been digested in its entirety. Most of the blood and energy are stored on the small skull where it lives.

The Yin wind that penetrated the bone marrow exhaled from the ghost child's mouth, and a soul that was struggling was sucked out of Yan Yu's body.

The ghost boy showed a humanized expression of enjoyment on his face, which was completely different from his previous dementia.

Shang Biao glanced at the somewhat complacent ghost boy and made up his mind to train him after returning to the theater.

If you dare not listen to orders, you will be able to do it without any action. You must teach it a lesson.

"The ancient demon commanded the soul sacrifice array, the ancestor immortal passed down the heavenly talisman, and the earth gate opened after the heavenly gate. Please ask the real demon to help me with the Dharma, and the formation will be launched!"

Shang Biao's fingers changed, and his magic power connected the runes in the formation, activate the Soul Sacrifice Formation.

The black order flag was floating in the air, in the center of the formation, where runes gather in all directions, Qianyuan fire beads were quietly placed.

As Shang Biao finished reciting the curse, the entire Yanhuo Kingdom suddenly became dark clouds, the wind was howling, and sand and stones were flying. Among the dark clouds, there were thunder and lightning, and the lightning was unstable.

Although Shang Biao noticed the abnormal movement outside the hall, his mind was on the Soul Sacrifice Formation. With the ghost child on guard, he did not care about the noise outside.

Ninety-nine ghosts in the formation crowded together like sardines. When they saw Shang Biao, the culprit, they let out a miserable cry.

Several old warriors screamed a few times and rushed over with their teeth and claws. Only Shang Biao's flesh and blood could relieve the pain of these unjust souls.

"roar!"

Qiongqi's phantom floated out of Shang Biao's chest and roared to the sky. The wronged soul who had dared to take the lead in causing trouble was shaken by the roar and his soul was completely gone.

After the phantom of Qiongqi roared, it suddenly shrank and solidified, flew to Shang Biao's shoulder to squat, and looked at Shang Biao with interest.

The soul sacrifice array also changed at this time, and a crack of more than half a meter long was cracked in the space. A claw covered with black hair squeezed out from the crack of the space, snatching all the ghosts into their hands.

"Snooze~huh, gaga, so familiar! Little bug, your offering tastes good~"

The strange magic sound of the ears came from the cracks in the space, making Shang Biao tremble all over, his bones numb, and cold sweat kept sliding down his forehead.

"Thunder~"

A purple thunder broke through the Holy Fire Hall and landed directly on the black claws. Then several purple thunders fell.

"Zixiao Divine Thunder!"

Shang Biao was also shocked by the thunder, and his ears were congested, but he seemed to be unaware of it and murmured with a name.

What he summoned out was that he actually caused Zixiao Divine Thunder to kill the demons.

"It's time to die!"

The cracks in the space were covered with purple thunder and quickly healed, and the claws that were emitting blue smoke were forced to smoke back. When the cracks were only the size of a bowl, a drop of black pus and blood flew out and merged into the Qianyuan Fire Bead.

"Little bug, next time, sacrifice, more!"

After the magic sound disappeared, the crack also closed.

Shang Biao was so shocked by the shocking scene that he couldn't calm down for a long time, and he didn't even notice Qiongqi's disappearance.

"Master, someone is here."

The ghost boy's scream awakened him from his shock. Shang Biao stopped hesitating and grabbed Qianyuan's fire beads and identified.

Qianyuan Fire Bead (Demon Blood Increase)

The rest are question marks, and the theater cannot identify them.
Chapter completed!