Wu Sheng starts from strengthening

Chapter 92 Seal
The spear came out of his hand, whipped up a gust of fiery wind, and was sure to sink into the giant's chest.

wow~
The blazing white spear stuck in the chest turned into a stream of heat, covering the huge body of the giant, and a large amount of escaping black air was burned by the tongue of pure white flames.

Seeing that the giant is getting smaller and smaller, shrinking from a height of three meters to two meters, one meter, and finally turning into a burning black and white flame ball.

The outer layer of the sphere is a layer of pure white flames, but the inside is billowing black gas, struggling to resist the erosion of the flames.

"Ow~"

The black air mass rolled and twisted, making howls.

"Killing an unknown evil soul, is it worth my life? It's really a big loss..."

Pan Ye raised his heavy eyelids, and before he lost consciousness, he took one last look at the struggling and screaming evil soul. He relaxed his mind a little, and then looked around. His lower body was still stuck in the ground, and he passed out with his upper body arched.

Large and small gravels fell from the top of the head, and the building tilted.

"I didn't expect it to be done for this kid, the younger generation will be fearful."

Listening to Nan muttering to himself, it turned into a blue brilliance and flew out of the hall, and came to Zu Wei and others, turning into a blurry figure.

"The evil spirit is about to be killed, and your friend has also lost consciousness. Hurry up and save him."

After speaking, it couldn't hold on any longer, and got into its own skull.

Zu Wei and Wen Hou looked at each other, and rushed into the living room regardless of the building that was about to collapse.

In the living room, they saw a flaming fireball the size of a watermelon, and Pan Ye whose lower body was inserted into the masonry floor.

"Go and save Pan Ye."

Zu Wei turned his head to command Wenhou, patted the mahogany sword on his waist, and stroked his middle fingertip. Using blood as a pen, he roughly sketched a rune on the mahogany sword.

"go with!"

The mahogany sword immediately glowed orange-red, and the wooden sword, carrying a demonic righteousness, plunged straight into the burning flame group, shuttled back and forth, stirring up the black gas.

"what!!!"

There was another miserable scream in the black air.

"No, no!"

Zu Wei frowned, and kept making articulations with both hands, using the wooden sword to cut off the consciousness of the evil soul.

Every time the wooden sword moved back and forth, the evil spirit's begging for mercy became smaller and gradually lost its sound.

On the other side, where Zu Wei couldn't see, the black energy that he cut off turned into strands of unknown energy, which was slowly absorbed by the rosary on Pan Ye's right hand.

One, two....

Until it turned into a walnut-sized dark and dense black air mass, the white flame gradually faded away.

"Boom."

"Go, the building is about to collapse!"

"you go first."

Without looking back, Zu Wei said to Wen Hou who was carrying Pan Ye on his back, took out several paper talismans from his bosom again, and threw them out together.

The dark yellow talisman floated in the air, like a shark smelling blood. Thousands of filaments burst out from the yellowish surface, weaving together, wrapping the black air mass into a small yellow sphere full of runes. It fell to the ground with a clatter.

The mahogany sword chopped up a big rock that was about to fall on Zu Wei's head. Taking this opportunity, he picked up the sphere and jumped out of the hall.

The small building couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed suddenly, sending up smoke and dust all over the sky.

"Whoo~"

Zu Wei sat at the stone table with a pale face, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and threw a small sphere up and down in his hand.

"It was almost buried alive."

Exhaling a foul breath, he immediately looked at Pan Ye, who was leaning on Wen Hou's body with a face like gold paper.

A bad premonition welled up in his heart.

"The heartbeat is weak, and the fluctuation of Qi and blood in the body is extremely subtle."

Putting two fingers on Pan Ye's wrist, Zu Wei frowned, feeling that his body temperature was much lower than ordinary people's. If it wasn't for the fact that his heart was still beating from time to time, he really thought he had passed away.

"Meow woo woo!"

Tang Yuan turned into a gray kitten, shook the dust off her body, pointed at Pan Ye with her little paw, and meowed at Zu Wei.

Tears welled up in the blue eyes.

"He's not dead, it's just..."

Zu Wei opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain.

He was also drawing symbols and sealing the evil soul. He was also exhausted after several operations. He regained his strength a little, stepped forward to pick up the limping glutinous rice balls, and said to Wen Hou: "Let's go back to the inn first, and we can't wait for you." Fortunately, I have the foresight to set up the formation, otherwise the movement could be heard in half the city."

"Oh, and the bronze mirror and Senior Ting Nan."

The evil soul has been sealed, and Ting Nan's victory-weariness technique no longer exists.

Picking up Ting Nan's spiritual bones and the bronze mirror that had been pretending to be dead, the two walked out of the courtyard and returned to the inn where they lived.

"His condition is not very good. If he does not receive treatment, his life will not be guaranteed."

Wen Hou put Pan Ye on the bed with a worried expression on his face.

"Meow woo woo~"

Tang Yuan jumped onto the bed, stuck out her pink tongue and kept licking Pan Ye's cheek, whimpering at Zu Weiyi.

"I'll see where he is hurt first."

Zu Wei's eyes were full of blue light. While gently stroking each part of Pan Ye's body with his palm, he watched carefully at the stroking part.

"The internal organs show signs of being burned, and the worst thing is that the blood in the body is less than [-]%, the heart is damaged, the blood production function is greatly reduced, the vitality is irreversibly lost, and the three souls and seven souls are still there.

Using the secret method in the door, Zu Wei roughly confirmed Pan Ye's injury, his face became more and more anxious, and he paced around in the small guest room, thinking of countermeasures in his mind.

"If this continues, he will die, and it is useless to find a general doctor."

"There is a secret method in my sect, which can delay his life for three hours, but..."

Wen Hou said suddenly.

"But what?"

"If after three hours, he does not receive effective treatment, he will die immediately."

Zu Wei's face was uncertain, and he made a quick calculation: "Seeing that his situation can't last for three hours, you should renew his life first, and I'll think of a way."

"it is good."

Wen Hou nodded, and saw him take out from his arms a paper figurine wearing a delicate and complicated costume without facial features, lift the silver dust gun that was put aside, and use the tip of the gun to slash a shallow hole on Pan Ye's wrist. mouth.

After a few breaths, the blood flowed out sparsely from the wound.

The costume paper figurine was soaked with Pan Ye's blood, and the faceless facial features suddenly revealed a blurred face shape, which looked [-]% similar to Pan Ye's.

Wen Hou put the paper figurine on the wooden table, bowed three times, swayed from side to side, and sang babbling.

The paper figurine lying down on the wooden table stood up straight, a blood-clogged facial features seemed to be staring at Wen Hou.

The opera sang for a full stick of incense, and finally Wen Hou faced the outside of the house, bowed to the void, and said loudly: "I implore the patriarch to show his spirit!"

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew in the guest room, and the originally exquisite and complicated costume paper figurines became obsolete, as if they were yellowed book pages that had experienced thousands of years of vicissitudes, and they would shatter at the touch of a touch.

(End of this chapter)