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

Chapter 93: Blazing Ghost? Wrong, that's your brother
Yan Huan crouched beside the six fire-eating ghosts, watching them carefully. The ape-like ghosts looked at each other in bewilderment, not daring to breathe.

The reason is simple: when the person in front of you looks closer, your gaze is directed at more than one thing.

In front of the fire-eater, there is pressure from those in high positions looking down on him.

"Chichichichichi!"

They fled with screams and panic, diving back into Warren's loose, sticky robes.

"Quite shy."

Yan Huan stood up and looked up at the two flames colliding with each other.

A flying bird transformed from flames bit the bald dwarf tightly, entangled with the nether fire all over his body, the blue-black fire poison and the big sun red flame, the fire was equally fierce.

"Still fighting."

"We agreed to fight each other, but why are you fighting outside the field? You are using unconventional tactics again!"

"Haha!" Warren laughed strangely, "Sometimes the winner is decided outside the court."

"In the Fire Bi's rules, no one said that you are not allowed to ring the bell, right?"

Liu Ye shouted, "Yan boy, get out of the way. These guys are notorious for being shameless. Let me give him a 'Big Sun Golden Crow' first!"

As he raised his arm, the red-bearded man hesitated, then took the firebird into his palm.

"This guy has a voodoo doll with him as a substitute for his death. You witches should have a way to deal with it, right?"

"No problem." Yan Huan replied.

"Witch?" Warren's scarred eyes sparkled, and he instantly became interested. "Are you from the same lineage? Which lineage? What treasure do you have on you? Why not show it to me and give it a try?"

After saying that, he stopped his gaze at the spiritual flag that Yan Huan had inserted at his waist.

"The Ten Thousand Souls Banner! Good stuff, good stuff!"

Yan Huan pursed her lips in thought, looking at the bronze bell in the tall and thin man's hand.

"Soul-Calming Bell, what a good thing!"

A magical weapon that stirs the soul. When used by those with high levels of cultivation, it can even blast the soul out of a person's body. This is much more useful than Xiao Xiao's air blowing and soul-sucking cannon.

Warren smiled coldly, and finally came today.

"Murder and robbery, or a fair fight?" He stretched out his narrow neck and whispered to Yan Huan.

"Is there any difference between these two choices for you?" Yan Huan asked back.

At this moment, a spiral column of fire passed by Yan Huan and rushed straight towards Warren, who was wearing a black robe.

"Brother Yan, leave this man to me!"

Warren took off his red robe, wrapped it in flames and threw it into the air. With a "whoosh", the red robe disappeared along with the flames.

"Brother Hong Bin, today's match is not a fight, it's a bet between wizards. How about giving me the upper hand?"

Hong Bin was filled with anger, but he had no place to vent it. However, since it was Yan Huan's request, he couldn't refuse, so he had to agree.

"Brother Yan, don't break it. Remember to leave it for me to practice with later."

Yan Huan didn't turn around, but raised his hand to indicate his agreement.

"I want your Ten Thousand Souls Banner. To be honest, it's a bit of a waste of resources if I keep it with you."

Warren raised his slender fingers and tapped lightly.

This kind of magical instrument can refine souls. After killing a person, the soul is infused into it. The ghost that is raised is extremely powerful. As long as you work hard and collect more souls, it is no problem to create a large army of ghosts.

"It's a pity that you, the so-called noble and upright children, have too much idol baggage. If you could let go of a little respect for human life, you would have been invincible long ago."

Yan Huan waved his hand to reject it. "You said that as if you have the spirit flag, what can you do? The soul-soothing bell is in your hands, but it doesn't play its full role, right?"

"If you are new, just practice more. It's already 2041, why are people still deceiving themselves with the 'fake theory'?"

Warren frowned, and the scabbed wound on his forehead burst open.

He held the soul-calming bell tightly against his chest, and with his other hand he grabbed the copper bowl and held it steadily.

"Huimi Capricorn, Achanka Mikonno..."

After a meaningless chant, a swarm of poisonous creatures gushed out of the bowl. Centipedes, scorpions, spiders, snakes, rats, centipedes...all of them were carefully crafted live poisonous insects.

Liu Ye frowned and pinched a bright flame with his fingertips.

Judging from the quality of the refined Gu worm, it is at the level of a great Gu master of the Miao tribe.

"Can Yan hold on? Don't use your fire comprehension to defy nature. Your own witchcraft has fallen behind. If I had known this, I might as well have taught him some Fire De Sect techniques from the beginning."

If it really doesn't work, give him a ray of fire in the critical moment to help him escape.

Hiss, Haloxylon ammodendron...

The creepy crawling sound was overwhelming. Yan Huan looked solemn, staring at the poisonous creature that was approaching step by step, as if he remembered something.

"Um, are you the elder or the brother?"

"What elder brother? The one over there is our elder!" Warren said angrily.

"We're fighting, can you be serious?"

"okay."

Snapped!
Yan Huan snapped his fingers, applied the wood element to his body, and green wings grew on his back. He flew out from the black tide of poisonous insects that surrounded him and flew into the sky.

Black wooden box!
Pitch-black shadow walls suddenly emerged from all around the Holy Fire Square, forming a cube that crushed and surrounded the central fire area.

"Wow, space magic!" Liu Ye's body stiffened and was penetrated by the shadow wall, but his body did not feel any discomfort.

His years of practice experience made him immediately feel a sense of detachment from his surroundings, as if the world had changed hands.

Yan Huan spread his wings in the air, grabbed a handful of yellow-brown bamboo rice and scattered it downwards.

Wood Element: Killing Bamboo.

puff!
Bamboo seeds fell and took root on the ground. Countless green, sharp, slender young bamboos rose from the ground and pierced the bodies of the poisonous creatures like thorns. The smaller centipedes burst into juice when they were crushed between the bamboo poles.

Warren's eyes widened. "You call this witchcraft? As fellow witches, do you dare to use witchcraft to fight fairly?"

In the witchcraft cognition of Southeast Asia, there are only two attitudes towards spirits: respecting gods above and enslaving spirits below. They have never equally recognized the legitimacy of the spirits.

Okay, okay, so witchcraft that you don’t approve of is not witchcraft, right?

"It really opened my eyes that there are such shameless people in this world." Yan Huan pointed downwards, "Well, I'll show you the methods of the Chinese witch. Don't regret it when the time comes!"

Spiritual flag, raise!

The soul-calling flag, open!

"Let me show you the new ghost I made."

The soul flag surrounded by green flames fluttered in the wind, and a ghost covered in karma fire crawled out from it. The body of this thing was rotten, and its abdomen was hollow, with only some white bones remaining. Its face was blue and black, and its lower fangs were pointing up to the sky, which was extremely creepy.

Warren's narrowed eyes widened slightly and he watched with interest.

He had read China's "Record of One Hundred Ghosts" before and had done quite a bit of research on some well-known ghosts. This was probably a rare species of ghost.

It is a kind of ghost that was born because of its bad temper during its lifetime, and it often got angry at people around it for no reason. In addition, it committed many evil deeds, and was punished after its death and burned in the fire of karma.

"It's the Blazing Ghost. You have more and more good things on you. I like every one I see!"

"Burning ghost? You're wrong, you're wrong! I haven't seen that thing yet!" Yan Huan rejected.

Warren was a little embarrassed for having made a mistake. He was about to say something to ease the atmosphere, but the ghost under the spirit flag opened its mouth tremblingly.

“Brother...save me...save me...”

"This fire is burning me...it hurts so much! It hurts so much!"

"The thing you refined didn't shave off all the memories of your previous life!" Warren smiled and stared at the ghost that was entangled in karma fire.

"elder brother···"

Gradually, Warren realized something was wrong. The voice was too familiar, just like...Zong La!
"Wait a minute, this thing you refined is really not the Burning Ghost?" Warren was a little uneasy.

Yan Huan shook her head. "You are all wrong. What is a blazing ghost?"

"This is obviously your brother."

(End of this chapter)