I am not a demon because I have the equivalent scale

Then, above Wang Zijia and his area, the four senior uncles who were at least at the level of the Master of Wine opened their eyes. The four looked at each other, and then glanced at the disciples below.

"All ready, let's start preparing!" Among the four, a uncle wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe spoke first.

"Good!"

"Yes!"

"Good!"

The other three responded in unison.

The remaining three were a charming female cultivator, a middle-aged Confucian scholar, and a strong man.

The strong man took the lead in flipping his hands, and all kinds of strange objects were thrown out by him, and thrown into the coffin array below at random, and fell into those coffins without any movement.

There was an object in the coffin not far in front of Wang Zijia. It looked like a broken sword, very broken, and no one knew what it was used for. It was just thrown on the body in the coffin and no longer cared about.

The man stopped after he finished.

The only female cultivator among the three also flipped her hand, and jade bottles kept popping out. In the blink of an eye, they actually covered half of the sky.

After a while, the jade bottles stopped popping out, and then more than half of the jade bottles fell down.

One of them fell in front of Wang Zijia in his blank eyes. He subconsciously reached out and took the jade bottle.

"Top-grade Qi-recovering Pills, one bottle contains three pills. If you don't have enough mana, you can swallow it immediately." As Wang Zijia reached out to take the jade bottle, the female cultivator in the sky spoke.

"If anyone has that kind of good karma, consuming three Qi-recovering pills is not enough..." She pointed to the small group of jade bottles left beside her and said, "Don't worry, just reach out and take it yourself."

As she spoke, she flipped her hand again, and a huge alchemy furnace appeared in front of her, and then there was no movement, as if waiting to open the furnace to refine something.

Finally, the middle-aged scholar saw this and also flipped his hand, which was too loud.

Countless runes flowed, and illusory books, like stars, floated above everyone's heads, slowly rotating around the square array below, without any other changes.

Wang Zijia looked up at the illusory book above his head, which looked a bit like the style of the magic secret book, except that there were no words at all, and it seemed to be blank.

"Those who belong to the Fuyuan and have achieved minor success in talisman magic, and have not yet fully mastered the shape change of talisman paper, please step out!" The middle-aged Confucian scholar who had done all this suddenly spoke to the disciples around the coffin square array below.

Everyone looked at each other, and there was not a single disciple in the lace area of ​​the entire hexagram square array.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand, saying: "After the ceremony begins, you don't have to worry about anything else, just make talisman paper on the spot and put it on the square array. The talisman paper can be in the shape of the secret book page."

"Yes!"

Everyone responded in unison.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at the first old Taoist priest wearing a bright yellow Tianshi robe.

The old Taoist looked at the three people, nodded slightly, and said to the disciples of the coffin lineage in the square array, who were dressed in different clothes, "Open the altar and perform the ritual!"

As he spoke, his whole body was ablaze with spiritual light, and a strange wave of magic power, like a force field, enveloped all the people in the entire hexagram area.

Wang Zijia was in the force field, and a sense of peace and tranquility rose in his heart. The sound of Taoism was heard in his ears, as if someone was chanting scriptures and performing rituals to transcend the souls in the far distance of the sky.

Then, the disciples of the coffin lineage who had been waiting for a long time set up the altar in the center of the coffin area and their own open space, and opened the altar to perform the ritual.

Some of them were offering traditional altars, some were dancing like witch doctors, and some were kneeling and praying for blessings. For a while, there were all kinds of demons dancing, and Wang Zijia was a little confused.

Although the knowledge reserve has improved a little, it is still at a very low level, and the coffin master has no understanding of it at all.

Of course, Wang Zijia was not the only one who was confused. There were many other disciples.

Wang Zijia even saw many disciples blushing as they watched the disciples of the coffin vein dancing inside. They wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

"Get up!"

Before everyone could wait for long, an old voice suddenly came from the Yin-Yang fish in the center of the square.

An invisible shock wave spread and swept across the entire Bagua Square in an instant. The moment Wang Zijia was hit by the invisible shock wave, he was stunned.

Then, a burst of coolness emerged in his mind, just like drinking ice water in the hot summer, and a shiver swept through his body.

He was a little more awake, and his thinking seemed to become active. His state was much better than taking the Wisdom Heart Pill.

At this time, as the shock wave spread, the disciples of the coffin vein who were dancing in the square began to emit mana fluctuations, like a force field, covering their area and beginning to show their means.

Wang Zijia, who was still confused, suddenly had his pupils shrink.

In the square formation, as the disciples performed the shamanic dance, some of the corpses in the coffins began to emit fluorescent spots that were invisible to the naked eye, floating and gathering three inches above the corpses.

Even though it was noon and the sun was shining, it was difficult to hide their unique light.

Wang Zijia was not too familiar with this, because the two times he had seen the pollution method precipitate spiritual roots, weren't they formed by the gathering of such light spots!

However, unlike the pollution method, the light spots precipitated from these corpses did not gather into a specific shape on their corpses. Instead, they floated a few inches above their corpses, forming a fuzzy fluorescent group, and no other movements.

One by one, the light spots precipitated, and each corpse had more or less a group of fluorescent light.

"The Fuyuan is under the command of the Confucian scholar, start the ritual!"

At this time, the middle-aged scholar in the sky suddenly opened his mouth and uttered a sigh, awakening Wang Zijia who was in a daze.

After hearing this, Wang Zijia no longer cared about anything else. He raised his hand and took out a piece of spiritual material from the spiritual materials prepared on the side, activating the temporary talisman paper making technique that had been piled up to perfection.

As the spiritual materials moved and gathered, a blank talisman paper the size of a secret book page condensed out. Wang Zijia looked around and followed the instructions of the middle-aged scholar before, throwing the newly formed talisman paper into the coffin formation.

In an instant, paper rain fell from the sky above the formation.

The talisman paper floated on the formation, and when it fell down, it actually dispersed without fire. Before it landed, the paper floated away without a trace.

The coffin, the altar, the heavenly master who performed the ritual, and the talisman paper floating all over the sky really looked like a funeral ceremony.

But Wang Zijia frowned slightly, because until now, he couldn't be sure what they were here for!

It can't be that they are really just here to sprinkle paper money on the funeral dragon, right?

As he thought about it, he wanted to cast a spell again to make talisman paper.

But as soon as he started, his breath stagnated.

He, who had mastered the magic, was actually unable to cast a spell again.

He looked up instinctively, and somehow, he could find the one he made among the talisman papers in the sky. It was still floating slowly and dissipating slowly. Judging from its appearance, it would take at least five minutes to completely land or dissipate.

And the time for his second spell should be to wait until the previous talisman paper dissipated.

"Hmm?"