I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 78
Xue Yi is obviously not in this ranks.

Earlier, Wen Yue and Tu Shanjun discussed the use of the ghost hand, after much deliberation, Master Xue was the only candidate.

He is a veteran of the battlefield, and he has survived the mountain of corpses and blood, so his will should be fine.

At the age of 40, he is at the peak again, with undefeated vitality, enough to control that object.

Whether it's the innate ability of one's own breakthrough, or the power of a grandmaster obtained by using heresy, it's great to be able to use it for oneself.

Wen Yue took out a jade box and put it on the stone table: "Master Xue, what's inside may give you the strength of a congenital master."

Hearing this, Xue Yi was immediately stunned.

Instead, he opened his mouth wide in astonishment, and looked at Wen Yue in disbelief: "My son? You're not kidding, are you?"

This is too shocking.

But Xue Yi's thoughts turned quickly, and both the old man and the son had stepped into the Xiantian Grandmaster and became the Immortal Master. Maybe that secret could also allow him to break through the Xiantian Grandmaster.

Xue Yi's eyes lit up immediately, and he trembled excitedly.

He really didn't expect Shizi to be willing to share with him the secret of becoming a congenital master.

Ordinary people who get this kind of secret will either keep it for a lifetime or never pass it on to others, and may even take it to the coffin.

But Jin Shizi is willing to let him know, which is really shocking.

Since the two people succeeded, it is enough to show that the success rate of this secret method is high. It is impossible to say that Xue Yi also has the opportunity to explore the innate secret and become a fairy master who flies into the sky and escapes from the earth.

Shocked, touched, excited, and complex expressions all converged on the face.

Xue Yin bowed his head and said: "I, old Xue, can't speak well, my son treats me with sincerity, and I will never let him down."

Wen Yue helped Xue Yi up, and explained: "It doesn't have to be like this. I need to clarify with Master Xue first, the success rate of this method is not too high, and there are some sequelae."

"If I fail, I will never blame the prince."

Although he was impatient, Xue Yi still held back his excitement and promised Wen Yue.

Wen Yue opened the jade box.

Inside lay quietly a pair of withered hands that looked like tree bark.

The ghost hand is blue and black, if you ignore the wrinkled appearance, it looks a bit like jade.

"Gudu."

Xue Yi swallowed unconsciously.

The pupils inevitably shrink.

He is also a person who came out of the battlefield. If there are too many people who die, weird things will happen, and dirty things will be born.

So he recognized what it was at a glance, and felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, the hairs all over his body were standing on end, and the energy in his body was ready to go out.

This thing itself represents evil.

Chu Jiu was also greatly shocked, just looking at these hands made his heart shudder, and horror emerged unconsciously.

Sneaky things are not new, but there are immortal masters guarding the city, which is far safer than the wilderness.

It was the first time for Chu Jiu to look directly at the ghost's limbs.

Wen Yue instructed: "On the ninth day of the ninth day, go and guard the gate, no one is allowed in."

"Don't worry, son."

Chu Jiu himself didn't want to stay too long, those dry palms really made him feel horrible.

Wen Yue took out a piece of paper and spread it next to the jade box, on which were written the scriptures to activate the ghost hand and the use of fingerprints.

At the same time, he handed over a dagger and said: "Master Xue, after a while, you will drip blood on these hands, then silently recite scriptures and use your fingerprints."

"Don't be nervous if anything strange happens."

"Try to suppress, control, and ride it."

"I understand."

Xue Yi took the dagger with a solemn expression, and stood nervously in front of the jade box.

Using the dagger to cut open his finger, squeeze out blood dripping on it.

The blood was instantly absorbed by the ghost hand, and the withered ghost hand seemed to be fuller as if it had absorbed water.

Under Wen Yue's signal, Xue Yi didn't dare to be negligent and hurriedly read according to the scriptures on that piece of paper, and his handprints were also very standard.

After all, he is a master of refining the dirt, so he can memorize these things at a glance, and it is relatively easy to imitate a few magic formulas and handprints.

Moreover, this is a leftist secret technique in itself, and ordinary warriors can also use the magic power in their inner qi to activate it.

With the urging of the mudra, the internal Qi in the body circulates along the meridians.

The pair of ghost hands in the box immediately jumped up and stuck to Xue Yi's hands.

Immediately melted in.

Black mist poured in along the meridians, and Xue Yi's fingertips grew sharp nails.

The lines rose, and the whites of the eyes were instantly stained with black.

The violent and murderous air was surging.

Wen Yue waited in strict battle, holding the soul flag hidden in his bosom in his hand, and if he felt unwell, he would shoot directly.

Tu Shanjun in the Soul Banner also looked solemnly.

"what."

A low growl sounded.

Xue Yi's face distorted, and his body turned into a ghost.

Both hands are completely assimilated by ghost hands.

Xue Yi has lost the slightest sense of reason, his eyes are dark, full of malice and murderous intent.

That's the purest thing from ghosts.

"Failed."

Tu Shanjun in the Soul Banner sighed.

Xue Yi's sanity was suppressed by the ghost hand.

He couldn't use the ghost hand, let alone control the ghost hand, and was even controlled by the ghost hand.

Xue Yi stared at Wen Yue sharply, and when he caught a glimpse of the soul flag in Wen Yue's hand, his expression of fear flashed past.

Xue Yi, who was controlled by the ghost hand, turned around and was about to run.

"Om."

The soul flag vibrated.

Wen Yue immediately understood that it was time for him to act.

Three steps and two steps,

Mana poured into the palm of his hand and pressed it on Xue Yi's shoulder, and then pulled the ghost hand off Xue Yi's hand.

Enclosed in a jade box.

As the ghost hand left, the blackness in Xue Yi's eyes faded, and the black mist on his body also dissipated.

Although his complexion was a little pale, he was fine.

Apparently he has regained his sanity.

Disappointment and doubt flashed in Wen Yue's eyes. Logically speaking, Xue Yi should meet the requirements, why did he fail?

He opened his mouth and was about to speak.

"I know, it failed."

Xue Yi's expression was downcast, memories flashed in his eyes.

Finally, he took a longing look at the jade box and shook his head.

Looking at it this way, Wen Yue was a little confused.

However, it should be that Xue Yi had some difficulties, and he himself knew what it was, so he didn't suppress the erosion of the ghost hand.

Now that the matter has been done, there is no need to stay.

In the afternoon, the three of them returned to the Hou Mansion in an ox cart.

After Xue Yi left, Wen Yue couldn't help asking: "Sir, if you teach Master Xue the Demon Ape Determination Fist, he should be able to suppress the ghost hand, right?"

On the wide surface of the soul banner, there are words condensed by black mist.

"There is a flaw in the mood."

With ghosts in your heart, it is easier for ghosts outside to take advantage of you.

This has nothing to do with being strong or not.

There is a gap in the mood, as if a seed is buried in the heart.

Even if the soul is comparable to the black iron diamond, if there are seeds that want to drill out, they can also break them.

This thing is a kind of demon for monks.

Furthermore, it is easy to get started with Dingyiquan, but it is also a kind of hard work, and what is needed to master it is epiphany.

How can the strength of the soul that has grown over the past few years compare with the ghost hand?

The Determination Fist is for monks, and it can only be cultivated with a long lifespan. Most ordinary fighters can't understand the way of it.

Seeing the black characters on the banner, Wen Yue secretly sighed.

I thought Master Xue would be able to gain the strength of a congenital master, but I didn't expect that Master Xue himself had a problem with his mood.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

It was time for the bride to return home.

Wen Yue naturally followed suit.

(End of this chapter)