Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 46: Soul Purification

Penglai Sword Pavilion is the external name of a local sect. The circle of strange people prefers to call it "Penglai Night Blade". Its disciples practice various sword techniques from ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad. Those who study them in depth are called "Ghost Moon Sword". As for those who practice the nameless karma fire and the art of realm shadow incarnation, they are called "Red Lotus".

With the development of the pavilion, the division between the two branches is no longer clear, and the name "Night Blade" which is full of murderous aura has gradually faded from sight. Just like the Tang Sect opening a martial arts school, the external packaging and livelihood of Penglai Sword Pavilion is a retirement and fitness association, which teaches Wudang Tai Chi and Tai Chi sword.

Regarding the spirits in the Sword Pavilion, it is the spiritual communication method of the Tantric scrolls.

The body, spirit flag, and scroll are all objects that the elves can rely on.

The advantage of elves possessing magical instruments is that they reduce the physical burden on users, but the disadvantage is that they limit the elves' abilities. Under the premise that the sorcerer and the elves are in perfect harmony, the cooperation between humans and elves will always produce the effect of "1+1>2".

But the reality facing most sorcerers is that their own "life" cultivation is far from matching the strength of the elves. Deng Youfu and Liu Kunsheng of Changbai Mountain are no exception, and the same is true for Yan Huan and Jin Jing Qingming.

Therefore, some wizards, or strangers who are not well-versed in the use of "elves", are accustomed to relying on external objects to ensure the lower limit of the use of the elves' abilities.

The scroll-based spiritualism is not a sophisticated method, and the people who use spiritualism cannot even be called witches.

They merely provide a temporary storage space for the elves and release them to provide assistance when necessary. The quality of the scroll refining determines the strength of the elves it carries. There are not many skilled refiners in the world, and good scrolls and magical instruments are even rarer, so spiritualism seems to be useless.

The great shaman Feng Tianyang from Liangshan, Ma Benzai, the "three-foot little banshu" who used to work with Tiangongtang, and Zhou Sheng and Gu Jiting, who were both "one of the thirty-six thieves", once proposed an idea to use magic tools to open a channel for the elves to descend. This idea was too shocking, and the remaining three people did not know much about the contract between heaven and earth at the time, so the matter was left unresolved.

"Both the spiritual flag and the scroll are great magical instruments. They make me want to go to Biyou Village."

clap clap clap!
Yan Huan slapped his face and calmed his mind.

Since Penglai Sword Pavilion has research on elves, we have to go there this time.

After coming out of the underground sewer, it was already dark. The night sky at the seaside was still clear and full of stars. Looking up, I saw the bright and dazzling stars. The sea breeze was comfortable, which could arouse people's lazy and leisurely mood.

It was getting late, so Yan Huan had to visit tomorrow.

The plan to go to Weifang was temporarily put on hold. When he returned to the hotel, the lady at the front desk had already washed and dried his clothes. On the clothesline in front of the hotel, the clean clothes swayed in the wind, emitting a scent of lavender.

"Thank you, sis."

The eldest sister looked up and said, "Ah? Hey, it's just a small matter. You left in such a hurry that you didn't pack anything. Your suitcase must be filled with honey."

"Ah - yes, I was planning to bring some for my friend, but the packaging was not good and it spilled." Yan Huan said.

"It's okay. I'm free anyway, so I'll pack everything for you. You can pack your own clothes."

Yan Huan smiled, thanked him repeatedly, and went upstairs carrying a pile of clothes.

"What a caring elder sister."

It’s an unexpected favor, so I’ll buy a bottle of honey for my sister before I leave.

After opening the suitcase and packing the clothes, Yan Huan sat cross-legged on the bed and took out the soul-calling banner.

I had a dream today, in which I obtained a magic flag, captured a tentacle monster, and established a relationship with Penglai Sword Pavilion. It can be said that I had a fruitful harvest.

Next, it is time to study the effectiveness of this banner in “purifying the soul and body.”

"go with!"

Yan Huan threw the spirit flag into the air, and the suspended small flag immediately grew larger and stood in the middle of the guest room. This small room was only 12 square meters, and after deducting the space opened by the flag, it seemed a bit crowded. The spirit-calling flag moved without wind, and when Yan Huan calmed down, the flag stopped moving.

"Sister, how do I get in here? After all, it should be the same scene as the Warlock's interior, right?"

As a sorcerer, it was the first time for Yan Huan to use a magic tool. This soul-summoning flag did not come with an instruction manual, so he had to figure out the ability to collect souls and ghosts by feeling, and he knew nothing about its other abilities.

I just don't know if I need to fully exert my Yang Shen Kung Fu in order to get in.

"First, gather your mind and graft your consciousness onto the big head, and build a connection inside the flag. This spiritual flag was originally designed for witches. You can walk slowly along the big head, using it as a signpost. You will soon get in. Don't be scared when the time comes. The spiritual flag space is a little different from the sorcerer's interior you know."

Yan Huan followed Qingming's guidance step by step and gradually saw the spiritual light where the big head was.

I'm a bit thankful that the first ghost I collected was the honest and simple Big Head. If I had grafted Black Tai Sui into my body from the beginning, the chaotic and noisy consciousness and memory would probably have caused me to collapse.

Yan Huan gradually began to understand the benefits of this C-level whiteboard.

"I see it!" Yan Huan's mind moved, and when he opened his eyes he found himself in an unfamiliar territory. The sky was filled with yellow sand, the roar of war, and not far away was a Jingguan built high with corpses.

"Wow! Such a big deal!"

Swish swish!
When he looked up, a rain of arrows flew over his head.

"Run, buddy, this is not a place for us to stay!"

Big Head held his head and ran away, but the soldiers with weapons around him ignored him and continued fighting.

The clanging sounds of swords clashing continued, the sea of ​​fire ignited by arrows burned the corpses to ashes, and black smoke rose straight into the sky, but the sky became clearer and clearer under the invasion of black fog.

Yan Huan suddenly understood that these must be the countless consciousnesses hidden in the Black Tai Sui, and the spiritual flag space expressed them through the concrete image of the battlefield.

The goal is to break through this bloody battle and leave only the most authentic self.

"Brother, run, what are you standing there for!" Datou ran back and pulled the corner of Yan Huan's clothes.

"It's okay. The people here can't hurt you. We haven't entered the game yet. Let's find a consciousness to possess and kill him seven times in and seven out." Yan Huan began to look for targets in the crowd.

If you want to win, you have to find someone who is strong and healthy. He may not have pure intentions, so you still have to think carefully.

Big Head shrank back, he didn't want to do this job at all.

"Brother, I think this is good. They can't hurt me, and I can't get involved. If you want to go in and be Zilong, then at best I'll be a nobody. We'll go in and out seven times, which would be a waste of your time."

"You are quite knowledgeable." Yan Huan smiled.

"Of course, I'm full of wisdom."

"Then you stay here and find some good people for me when you have nothing to do." Yan Huan stood up and ran to the center of the battlefield. It must be said that this spirit flag space is just like a survival game, which is quite interesting.

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Thank you for following along (but I lost track of it)
PS: Some settings are derived from the game (which is now unpopular) and the spin-off, with some changes added.

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