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

Chapter 91: Raising the Soul Banner and Refining Ghost Spirits

"The elders in the church...will not let you go. This fire is...not that simple."

Zong La collapsed to the ground, his hands clasped in front of his broken chest, and the bandages with purple patterns fell off layer by layer.

There were scars underneath that were festering and oozing pus.

After a series of obscure words, the extremely disgusting body began to swell up like a balloon.

"Brother Yan, be careful, this guy is going to self-destruct!"

The Fire Poison Sect uses one's own body to refine poison. Hong Bin has tried it, but the poison was so corrupt that even his own fire couldn't burn it out.

Snapped!
Yan Huan snapped his fingers.

Wood spirit, dragon whiskers.

The roots of the burnt ginkgo tree suddenly rose up and crawled all over Zong La's body. Before his corrupt and poisonous body could completely explode, he was pulled into the ground and crushed into the soil. All the witchcraft poison in his body dissipated, and his flesh and blood became nutrients for the tree.

The bark of the ginkgo tree was burnt black, and its dead branches fell off, and a few tender green new buds sprouted.

"Brother, this, this, this, this..."

The little fire god Hong Bin pointed into the distance, dumbfounded.

It seemed that ever since he met Yan Huan, the aura of genius and the many honors surrounding him were about to completely collapse.

First, seeing Yan Huan practicing the Fire Escape Technique for half a day, Hong Bin felt that the title of "Little Fire God" was getting more and more confusing, and it might even be just a false title.

Secondly, this sorcerer, who was about the same age as himself, displayed truly terrifying strength and methods. Not to mention his magic of turning a forest into a tree with a wave of his hand, his method of piercing one's own heart was so ruthless that no one of his peers could match him.

Moreover, this ruthlessness applies to both enemies and oneself.

Hong Bin had not yet put down his raised hand, and after a while, all the lush plants in the Kongming Hall retreated.

Li Shuyu looked solemn, with endless sorrow between his brows.

He had heard the legend of the Five Elements from the temple keeper and knew the power of the Five Elements elves.

Looking at the wood magic in Kongming Hall, there is no doubt that Brother Yan, who is looking for the spirit of fire, already has the wood spirit behind him.

As the saying goes, "A man is innocent unless he is in possession of a treasure." There is no need to explain what the essence of the five elements means to a sorcerer. This is exactly what Li Shuyu is worried about.

"Junior Brother Hong Bin is honest and straightforward, but also reckless. He can't keep his words. Some things can't be said in person. Some things can only bring trouble to Brother Yan if he asks too much."

Li Shuyu thought about it and decided not to say any more words, so he found some random words to evade his junior fellow apprentice.

"Don't panic, Junior Brother. A smart sorcerer can understand the laws of nature. These are nothing."

It's nothing! ?

Hong Bin held his brother's shoulders with both hands, staring at him with his innocent big eyes.

"Brother, tell me the truth. Are you elders in the sect hiding something? Are you treating me like an idiot?"

"Is my nickname 'Little God of Fire' just something you guys use to tease me?"

"You actually said that it was nothing, which means you must have hidden something equally powerful."

Li Shuyu took a few steps back and pushed away the arm that was holding him.

How could this boy be so straightforward?

"Yes, cell phone!"

Yan Huan returned the things to their original owners and said, "I don't understand the rules of the Fire Tribe. Since he mentioned the elders, I think he is not alone. It is better to return to the sect as soon as possible to prevent any changes."

Hong Bin and Li Shuyu looked at each other and nodded, then began to look for a fire nearby.

Yan Huan stood under the ginkgo tree, looked up at the tender buds emerging from the branches, and then took out the spiritual flag.

"Brother Yan, don't you want to go back together?"

"Ah..." Yan Huan's thoughts were disrupted. He responded perfunctorily and looked up again. "You two should go back first. There is something I have wanted to do for a long time, but I haven't found the opportunity."

"Let me explore for a while, and when I find some clues, I'll go back."

Seeing Yan Huan's insistence, Li Shuyu and Hong Bin had nothing to say and turned away.

After a few steps, Li Shuyu seemed to remember the matter of the Five Elements Essence, and turned back and said, "Brother Yan, be careful."

"understood."

"And Brother Yan, can we not use the injury-for-injury tactic anymore in the future?"

"There is no better magic than this against enemies with shallow life cultivation." Yan Huan looked back, seemingly puzzled.

"Then use less." After saying that, Li Shuyu found a copper tripod incense burner, lit the flame and went in. Yan Huan shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly.

When will someone start to worry about the pain of this injury?

Let’s get back to business.

Staring at the lingering evil spirit in the air, Yan Huan suddenly wanted to squeeze it.

Since we are both foreign visitors from Southeast Asia, this "fresh breeze" may be of great use.

This was also Yan Huan’s first attempt to control the soul of a dead person. He felt a little unfamiliar, a little novel and joyful.

"It exploded so scattered, it's hard to catch."

Yan Huan recalled the Luotian Dajiao, where Xiao Xiao was frightened to death by his own blowing air. At that time, Wang Ye, with the help of Feng Baobao and Zhuge Qing, used Tai Chi to bring him back.

Speaking of Tai Chi, Yan Huan seemed to have learned a little bit.

I just don't know if it will be useful at this time.

Breathing, starting position...

Cut a watermelon in half. You take half and I take the other half.
···
Shuffle ~ Arrange ~ Grab ~ Look at ~
"Come here!"

Yan Huan gathered the scattered spirit in his palms and pushed it towards the spirit flag.

Hu!

Swish!
"I'm already dead, and you won't let me go!"

"You have blasphemed my faith, and you are blaspheming my soul too!?"

A hint of evil quickly penetrated into the spiritual flag, and roars were heard everywhere. Na Zong La still wanted to struggle, but the black chain in San Che Gu Yan's mouth instantly made him submissive.

Yan Huan grabbed the spiritual flag, found a remote and deserted place, and spread out the flag.

Raise the banner and refine the soul!
A dark green aura enveloped the soul, dim flames leaped into the sky, completely wrapping the soul-calling banner, the three chariot bones rotated, and the tiger, deer, and sheep heads collided with each other, making a "clattering" sound.

The refining process went extremely smoothly. Yan Huan passed through the Qi, and the only thing left was the three car bones holding the flag.

It must be said that with the spirit of the weapon, controlling the spirit flag reduced a lot of trouble for Yan Huan.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Under the scorching heat of the phantom fire, the remaining memories of the spirit's past life began to drift away, and its soul quickly became blurred and indistinct like the unstable image signal on a television screen.

"Wow, this buddy!" Big Head was stunned and covered Sui Sui's eyes.

Black Tai Sui's tentacle lifted up an eyeball, drilled out from under the big-headed ghost's arm, and peeked in quietly.

Yan Huan is still taking action.

"Keep the parts related to the Fire Poison Sect, and strip away the rest."

Yan Huan thought about it and kept Zong La's memories of some of his close friends in the sect.

It’s not that he suddenly became kind, but mainly because he kept these memories and at least preserved some of the human characteristics of the spirit.

If I could meet Zong La’s old friend someday, I could use it to disgust him.

When the Zong La was almost cooked, Yan Huan clapped his hands, and the ghostly fire burning on the soul-summoning flag dissipated.

A dark little ghost with empty eyes and covered in rotten flesh and voodoo rolled out from it.

“Gulululu, sizzle, elder, save me…save me!”

"Brother, save me... I feel so bad..."

The little ghost muttered frantically, piecing together his remaining memories, and it seemed that the only instinct left was to ask for help.

"go with!"

At Yan Huan's command, the rotten flesh ghost quickly jumped forward, its chest puffed up, and a ball of Yin Fire spit out from its mouth.

The eerie and ominous black fire exploded on the ground, leaving behind a pool of black marks of corrosion.

A foul stench wafted out.

"Poison mixed in with fire, this Fire Poison Sect really lives up to its name."

Yan Huan checked the time on his phone. He had been going back and forth for only twenty minutes. "I wonder if everyone in the Huode Sect has settled the matter."

(End of this chapter)