After saying all this, Wang Wei closed his eyes and began to use witchcraft, muttering some strange pronunciations in his mouth, which seemed to be the spells of witch cultivators.
As the true energy circulates and the incantations are recited, strange energy fluctuations begin to emerge in the front hall and try to extend outward.
A strange light flashed in He Pingan's eyes. He had never felt this strange energy before.
I quietly let go of my spiritual consciousness, and after investigation, I found that this energy was somewhat similar to the aura of demon cultivators and ghost cultivators, but also somewhat different.
Demons practice tyranny, and ghosts practice death and silence. However, in this witchcraft, there is both death and violence, as well as some unknown negative emotions such as sadness, unwillingness, and despair.
After a while, Wang Wei suddenly opened his eyes and said with surprise: "No, my witchcraft cannot communicate with the great witch. There seems to be something strange about this place that has imprisoned my witchcraft."
After hearing this, He Ping'an was stunned for a moment, and then snickered in his heart. The weirdness in Wang Wei's mouth was actually the formations, talismans, and restrictions he had arranged in the front hall.
Thinking about it this way, he felt a lot more at ease.
From this point of view, the essence of witchcraft is also a kind of energy in the world. As long as you have the means to restrain it, that is the best.
I'm afraid that there is some kind of weird spell that I can't resist, which would be embarrassing.
He Pingan slowly withdrew a five-element formation, and then ordered: "You try again, it may be because of the formation problem I arranged just now!"
Wang Wei Mung Bean glanced at He Pingan with a small look, revealing a hint of disbelief: "Your formation can actually imprison my witchcraft?"
He Ping'an smiled and asked: "Is this strange?"
Wang Wei nodded and said seriously: "It is indeed strange."
"Da Xuan's formations are rarely able to restrain witchcraft."
When Wang Wei said this, the light in his eyes was extremely proud, as if He Pingan and others in front of him were like ants in front of witchcraft.
Then he added: "You have some skills in being able to confine witchcraft communication."
Several prisoners murmured in their hearts that he was not only knowledgeable, he was also a majestic dragon-riding martial artist.
However, they did not dare to say this in public. He Ping'an had just sent a message and ordered that if anyone dared to reveal his identity, he would personally take action and make that person feel what it means to extract the soul and refine the soul.
After saying this, he began to control the skull again and began to communicate with the great witch.
After a while, Wang Wei opened his eyes, stared at He Pingan and said: "Master Xuanyu, did you forget to withdraw the formation?"
He Pingan heard this, touched his nose, and then smiled: "Haha, I seem to have forgotten."
After saying that, he removed another formation and said, "Try again."
His move was not meaningless. As the saying goes, if you know yourself and the enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger.
If I want to support the human race, I will definitely run into a head-on collision with the witches and immortals. At this time, I have such a good opportunity to test over and over again what methods I have to restrain witchcraft. Why not use it?
This went back and forth for more than ten times. Wang Wei's cultivation level was low, his mental power was weak, and he was not a pure wizard. He used the communication witchcraft so frequently, and his eyes suddenly became trance-like, and his mental power was already a bit too much.
He secretly made up his mind, this is the last time, this is the last time, if it doesn't work, he can only give up.
Just when he recited the strange syllables again, his spiritual power followed the magic weapon, floated out of the object, and slowly escaped from the front hall.
Then the bird flew high into the sky, and in a blink of an eye, his spiritual power crossed hundreds of thousands of miles and entered the vast snowfield.
"Witch Fairy...Witch Fairy..."
Entering the vast snowfield, Wang Wei mobilized his mental power and kept calling in his mind.
Just when he called for the third time, a majestic figure holding a black wooden staff and hiding in a black robe suddenly rose up like a mountain and appeared in front of his mental power, blocking him from continuing. A deeper way forward.
...
After twenty breaths, Wang Wei withdrew his mental power, rubbed his brows, and said tiredly: "I have contacted the great witch, and he agreed."
He Pingan's eyes flashed with joy. Not only did he want to catch the moths in Daxuan, he also wanted to get rid of the enemies outside the territory one by one.
The enemies of the human race must be made aware that those who offend the human race will be punished no matter how far away they are.
"When will the transaction be made?"
He Pingan asked with a smile.
"Three days later, at the junction of Daxuan and Beimang, a hundred miles to the north, Xuanwu Cliff!"
Wang Wei said.
"good!"
He Ping smiled appeasingly and told him some details of the transaction.
Then he opened his big hand, surged with mana, and put Wang Wei into the broken cauldron. Then he ordered Hai Qing, the only one present who could move freely, "When the governor of Jizhou comes, ask him to meet me at the Valley of Heroes!"
Then a ray of true energy fell into Hai Qing's body, and then his figure flashed and he left the place.
An hour later, He Pingan's figure flew out from the Zhenbei Army camp and headed towards the Valley of Heroes.
Just a moment later, Zhenbei Gong's roar came from the Zhenbei Army's main tent: "Send Tang Rongfu... and others to come to my tent immediately."
A quarter of an hour later, there were more than ten bloody heads with hideous faces on the flagpole outside the Zhenbei Army camp.
Returning to the Valley of Heroes again, He Pingan directly broke through the formation in the Valley of Heroes with one palm and fell into the formation.
Within the formation, there was another scene.
It was already daytime, but the entire formation was covered with dark clouds. Standing in it, He Ping'an could feel the gloomy wind, the gloomy air, and the falling snowflakes, all with a hint of gray and black. color.
This is because the Yin Qi in the formation is too strong, and it has affected the physical objects in the valley.
"Give me back my son!"
At this moment, a sound like a thunderbolt sounded, and then the scene in front of He Pingan's eyes suddenly changed, and it seemed that he had come to the scene when Beimang and Daxuan were fighting.
There were broken limbs and broken arms all around, corpses were everywhere, the shouts of killing were loud, and the land for hundreds of miles was filled with blood. .
Opposite him, a general with a silver helmet and black armor, holding a long sword, slashed hard, and a white cold light that penetrated the sky and the earth shone in all directions in an instant.
Beside General Silver Helmet, there were nearly ten thousand soldiers, charging towards He Pingan. Their murderous aura rose into the sky, and they condensed into a solid black sword in mid-air, and also slashed towards He Pingan.
Compared with the white cold light, the power is not weaker at all, and has even been enhanced.
"good."
A hint of approval flashed in He Pingan's eyes. The two swords in front of him already had the strength of a late-stage first-class monk.
Especially those ten thousand ghost soldiers, although they are not strong, under the battle formation commanded by General Silver Helmet, the Yin Qi condenses into one, and they can exert a combat power no less than that of a first-grade monk.
He slowly stretched out his hands, activated his magic power, and immediately turned into two big golden hands, facing the two long knives respectively.
"die!"
A look of fierceness flashed across the face of General Silver Helmet, and all the Yin Qi that he had cultivated for more than a thousand years was poured into the long sword. The two long swords, in no particular order, slashed at the two big golden hands almost simultaneously.
"Zi la!"
The two long knives were chopped on the big golden hands respectively. Instead of making a sharp cutting sound, they made a heart-breaking sound. Then they were held in the hands of the two big golden hands, and they could no longer cut off any more. .
A trace of surprise flashed across the face of General Silver Helmet, and then he yelled: "Help me, gentlemen!"
As soon as the voice fell, the Yin Qi swords above the heads of the thousands of ghost soldiers suddenly turned into nothingness and dispersed, and all the Yin Qi merged into the Silver Helmet General's body.
Suddenly, the Silver Helmet General's strength went from the late First Grade to the peak of the First Grade.
"Come again!"
The Silver Helmet General suddenly gained confidence and raised the sword in his hand again.
