There was really no place to look for, and it took no effort to get it. The human target he was looking for actually arrived at his door. This also saved Osiris the trouble, but this time, it did not take the lead, but just waited patiently. At the rear of the army of ghosts, Osiris was naturally concerned about the soul-inducing fire in Mu Ziyun's hand.
Osiris gave an order, and the army of ghosts roared towards the wall of fire.
Besides, in that special space, there was a fierce fight outside, but Fang Tianmu and Zhai Qiuzi inside knew nothing about the outside world.
Fang Tianmu opened the rift in the underworld again and called out Ban Shiro, Tyrant and Wang Yangke. Ban Shiro acted a bit strange, as if he was deliberately escaping from something. He was not as talkative as before, and his expression was always cold. He is dull and does not put forward anything, and the tyrant is even more taciturn, so only Wang Yangke can speak and communicate with Fang Tianmu.
After Wang Yangke thought about it again and again, he said: "It's not enough. Just two of them are not enough to complete the task. It's not terrible that the resentful souls are in a state of madness. Once they have a target due to the commotion, it will be the biggest trouble."
Neither Zhai Qiuzi nor Fang Tianmu can enter the underworld, and their methods cannot be used in the underworld. Unless they try to sacrifice three ghost slaves, there is no hope of success. Although they were resentful souls, they had no flesh and blood but still had consciousness. How could Fang Tianmu bear to let their souls fly away and be annihilated. Just when the two were hesitating, Mu Ziyun's fire beads flew out from Fang Tianmu's body.
The fire bead converged all its flames into the body. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary yellow bead. The fire bead flew in front of Wang Yangke. Fang Tianmu was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately understood what the fire bead was thinking. . Wang Yangke also nodded in approval and said: "This is good. Its flames are very deterrent to resentful souls. If it is protected, it will be twice the result with half the effort."
"This bead..." Zhai Qiuzi stared at the fire bead and said, "What kind of good thing is it? But it is recorded in the history? The aura is very different, it is not from the human race."
Fang Tianmu was too lazy to explain to him, so he gave Wang Yangke a few words to the three souls. Then, the three ghost slaves returned to the cracks in the underworld with expressionless faces. This time, Zhai Qiuzi had a better memory, and he rubbed the handle with his hands. The cracks in the underworld expanded just enough to see the scene clearly. Soon after, the strange sound of the flute and the flames of the fire beads erupted at the same time. I don’t know how many resentful ghosts were burned into nothingness by the hot flames, and their souls were separated from each other. The intimidating power of the fire is different. This kind of flame is so violent that it does not give the opponent any room to maneuver. Once it blooms, it will definitely destroy all living beings and will not stop until death.
Half the time for burning incense had passed, but the flute sound had not stopped yet. Fang Tianmu remembered something and hurriedly went to Zhai Qiuzi and said coldly: "He is also a resentful soul. Wouldn't he lose his mind and be engulfed by the flames?"
Hiss... Zhai Qiuzi took a breath, but was not sure. After a while, he made up his mind and said: "No, he made an appointment with me during his lifetime. As long as he plays this flute, he will He will definitely come to me. He is a man who keeps promises very much. Even if he turns into a devil, he will definitely fulfill his promise."
After another half of the incense burning time, the sound of the flute gradually stopped. Wang Yangke was actually tired of playing. It turned out that the stone flute must be filled with energy before it can be played. The tyrant and Ban Shiro did not come back, and only Wang Yangke walked out of the crack. The fire beads seemed to have consumed too much energy, and they got into Fang Tianmu's arms weakly. Wang Yangke looked exhausted, handed over the stone flute, and said: "We can't continue, the flames can no longer be held. "
"Go back." Fang Tianmu nodded and said coldly.
Wang Yangke turned into a resentful soul and returned to the underworld, but just when Fang Tianmu was about to close the crack in the underworld, suddenly, another strange sound came from the crack, also a kind of flute sound, but It is much crisper than Zhai Qiuzi's stone flute.
After Zhai Qiuzi heard the sound, Xu Xu did not react. However, under Fang Tianmu's prompting, he suddenly realized and said excitedly: "This is his flute. This is his response to me."
The originally narrow crack was instantly widened by Zhai Qiuzi's rubbing hands. Fang Tianmu immediately jumped back and ran away, and the power of the underworld struck again. Zhai Qiuzi resisted the resentment and cold air, and tried hard under the almost crazy pressure. Allow yourself to maintain some clarity.
Within the dim thirty-foot range, there was only a black shadow standing in the underworld. Zhai Qiuzi's voice was trembling, and he cautiously tried: "Brother Fang, is it you? I...I am Qiuzi..."
The black shadow was very quiet, but after two breaths, the black shadow flickered and disappeared instantly. After another breath, suddenly, the underworld in the crack was pitch black. After only half a breath, a dark evil ghost appeared. When he reached the crack, Fang Tianmu held on to his body, slashed out with his sword, and forced back the evil ghost whose head poked out of the crack.
"Stop!" Zhai Qiuzi said urgently.
But Fang Tianmu ignored it. Even if they wanted to meet, they would have to be separated by yin and yang. He couldn't let out any more "big things". Maybe the pressure from the underworld was too great, and he couldn't kill the evil ghost for a while. It was completely pressed into the crack, and frost began to form on Fang Tianmu's face.
The evil spirit was just a black shadow, and its appearance was completely indistinguishable. Zhai Qiuzi slowly approached and whispered comfortingly: "It's okay, it's over, everything is fine, Brother Fang, I am Qiuzi. "
"Don't go there!" Fang Tianmu knelt on the ground due to the pressure and kept warning Zhai Qiuzi. His worries were justified.
Just when Zhai Qiuzi was only half a step away from the evil spirit, there was a sudden roar, and the evil spirit revealed its ferocious face. The scarlet eyes were four times larger than those of ordinary people. It was obviously not the soul of a human being. , Zhai Qiuzi was instantly enveloped by the black air breathed out by the evil ghost. Fang Tianmu felt cold. At this critical moment, he could only choose the best solution - to close the crack. At this moment, he couldn't care about Zhai Qiuzi's safety, because his consciousness had reached its limit. If the crack was not closed, he would have no choice but to be dragged into the underworld together with Zhai Qiuzi.
However, the power of the evil spirits and the underworld exceeded Fang Tianmu's expectations. Before he could close the upper crack, he fainted and fell to the ground. Before closing his eyes, he saw strips of pure white thin smoke, exuding The crystal light spreads in front of the crack in the underworld.
In just a few dozen breaths, Fang Tianmu woke up again. The crack had been sealed by dozens of light streams, and Zhai Qiuzi stood beside him unscathed.
"Where are the others?" Fang Tianmu got up and said coldly.
Zhai Qiuzi sighed, pointed to the side, and sighed: "I really couldn't bear to send him back, so I moved him here privately."
Only then did Fang Tianmu realize that five or six steps away from the two of them, a black shadow was also sealed by the flow of light.
