It turns out that the reason why Huang Xiaolong did not erase the voice that possessed Xuanyuan Ba ​​was because of a sudden idea and wanted to resurrect Ji Zhengyu's ghost in his mind by borrowing a corpse to reborn as a voice!

The Hokage clan has a huge ambition and wants to conquer the human world. Huang Xiaolong is too unfamiliar with the Hokage clan. As the saying goes, the enemy is dark and I am bright. It just so happened that Ji Zhengyu died and wanted to revive the soul with a corpse. Huang Xiaolong was ready to make a bold attempt.

In this way, it is equivalent to installing an undercover agent within the Holy clan!

However, Huang Xiaolong would not act arbitrarily and force Ji Zhengyu.

After some communication, Ji Zhengyu said with confidence. "Master, it turns out that... The Hokage clan is so terrible! Xuanyuan Ba ​​has been controlled by the Hokage clan for a long time, and has deliberately arranged this conspiracy. If Master hadn't stood up, the ancient martial arts world of China would have long become a puppet of the Hokage clan! It would have been terrifying to think about it carefully! Good! Master, I am willing to regenerate Hokage and come to the Infernal Affairs! It would be great to be a soldier of the Hokage clan for the master to destroy the Hokage clan!"

Ji Zhengyu was a chivalrous man during his lifetime, but after his death he was deeply aware of justice.

At this moment, he agreed to Huang Xiaolong's plan without saying a word.

Huang Xiaolong nodded slightly and released the voice from the ghost cylinder.

The voice was still nailed to death by Huang Xiaolong with a detention curse. There was no way out of heaven and no way to the ground. The narrow and ferocious shadow kept trembling, struggling, and squirming, emitting a gloomy aura. Sometimes it was like a cicada, sometimes it was spoken. "Let me go! Let me go, don't kill me, otherwise, the prince of our Voice clan will sooner or later make you pay a heavy price!"

"This...this...this is this sound?" Ji Zhengyu's ghost immediately floated up in fear, shivering in the corner of the house, almost about to collapse.

As the saying goes, when a person dies, he becomes a ghost, and when a person sees a fear. When a person dies, he becomes a voice, and when a person sees a ghost, he is afraid of it. If this word is pasted on the door in seal script, all the ghosts will be far away from thousands of miles away!

Now Ji Zhengyu is a ghost, so of course he is afraid of this voice.

"Ghost? You actually raised a ghost?" The voice said fiercely. "Give it to me! Let me eat it!"

Huang Xiaolong's eyes flashed, and in his mind, he sorted out the method of resurrecting the soul by borrowing corpses, and then took out the water of the yellow spring from his canvas bag.

puff!

Water a small bottle of water from the underworld on this hot pot.

"ah!!!!"

Blue smoke is rising.

The voice burst out with heart-wrenching howlings, and the shadows kept twisting, but soon they became completely quiet.

Huang Xiaolong has wiped out all the emotions and memories of this voice.

Make it a kind of existence similar to a "vegetative".

With a wave of hand, the shadow floated up, about 2 meters long, dark and exuded an evil spirit. I saw that the shadow had a single horn on its head, and the part of its spine was covered with dense spikes, and the tailbone extended more than one meter long, as if it was a tail.

This may be the true form of the Holy Tribe. When they possess humans, their shadows will disguise themselves as human shadows.

"Mr. Ji, don't be afraid, hey, I have wiped out all the emotional memories of this voice. You can be reborn with its body very safely. You don't have to worry about backlash."

Huang Xiaolong rolled up his sleeves, placed the sound on the ground, then took out a handful of blank yellow paper and wrote the talismans.

Place the talismans around the sound according to special directions.

"It should be possible..." Huang Xiaolong sorted out his thoughts again, and then he chanted the mantra gently in his mouth.

Next moment!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Talismans spontaneously burned!

Talismans penetrated into the body of the sound!

"Mr. Ji, why are you still trying hard?" Huang Xiaolong's eyes flashed with a flash of light, and he grabbed Ji Zhengyu's ghost body from the air.

Boom~!

With a casual throw, Ji Zhengyu's ghost body was thrown on the body of the flute.

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

The golden light rushed up!

Ji Zhengyu's ghost body began to merge with that hot body!

The dense talismans intertwined them.

A full stick of incense has passed.

The talismans in the room just dissipated, and piles of talisman ashes were left on the ground.

"Uh" The sound on the ground shook his head, slowly floated up, and spoke in a speech. "Master...I...I'm in my current state, it's so strange...I...I'm no longer a ghost, but...but I'm not a human either..."

"Yes, you are not a ghost, but a ghost, because you are a voice!" Huang Xiaolong couldn't help laughing. "Success! I should be the first in the world to resurrect ghosts into voice..."

"Mr. Ji, now you have mastered some of the instincts of the Hokage clan, such as speed is like streams of light, able to speak the language of the Hokage clan, and can also devour people's souls and body..." Huang Xiaolong smiled, "But I've chosen a corpse for you a long time..."

Huang Xiaolong took out Xuanyuan Ba's body from his canvas bag again.

Xuanyuan Ba's body was extremely intact and was not damaged.

Putting Xuanyuan Ba's body flat on the ground, Huang Xiaolong drew a lot of talismans. "I'll resurrect myself by borrowing the corpse again. In this way, you, as a voice, can reoccupy Xuanyuan Ba's body... and come alive!"

"Let's start!" Huang Xiaolong was ready to rub his hands.

"This is Xuanyuan Ba's body! The ancient martial arts prince Xuanyuan Ba!!!!" Ji Zhengyu screamed.

...

Ancient city.

The lonely moon hangs high.

A bunch of bonfires burned in the city.

The Xuanyuan family occupied some palace buildings in the city.

At this time, in a small square, hundreds of members of the Xuanyuan family were holding a secret meeting.

Hosted by Xuanyuan Zhou.

"Honor, what should we do now? Should we be willing to surrender to Huang Xiaolong? We will not avenge the revenge of the three young masters?" An old man from the Xuanyuan family said angrily.

Under the reflection of the fire, Xuanyuan Zhou's face flashed and darkened, and deep hatred permeated in his eyes.

"What else should I ask for revenge now? Huang Xiaolong, who ruled the world, has an incredible martial arts power. If he doesn't crush our Xuanyuan family, we have already paid the gods and worshipped Buddhas. Who dares to provoke him? Do you think his life is long?" Another old antique sighed deeply. "Let's leave this place as soon as possible. In the future, when my Xuanyuan family sees Huang Xiaolong, try to retreat and not be able to conflict with him, otherwise it will cause the disaster of extermination."

"Hmph!" Xuanyuan Zhou snorted fiercely, "This hatred is irreconcilable! It is impossible not to avenge it! But for the time being, we can only compromise. I believe that everyone already knows that the true inheritance of the Kunlun Sect is still sealed in the Kunlun Secret Realm! Our Xuanyuan family must obtain this inheritance!"

"Honor, what do you mean?"

Xuanyuan Zhou licked his tongue, and his eyes were filled with extreme greed. "It seems that Huang Xiaolong, that evil beast, doesn't mind us, going to explore the Kunlun Secret Realm with him... Then, we pretend to please him, and tomorrow, we will follow him to climb the snow peak, and use him to explore the most important inheritance in the Kunlun Secret Realm! Once we obtain the true Kunlun inheritance, we may not be unable to take revenge after ten years of sleeping on firewood and tasting gall!"

"What kind of revenge?" A voice of a indifferent man sounded.

"Who? Who is it?" Xuanyuan Zhou looked terrified.

I saw a handsome man walking towards him with his hands on his back. His temperament was good, his face was angular, his whole body was like a god, and his body was emitting an extremely noble aura, which made people unable to help but kneel down to him and kowtow.

Under the bleak moonlight, there was a slender shadow under his feet, emitting an astonishing evil spirit!

"Ba...Ba...Ba'er...you...you are not dead? Are you still alive?" Xuanyuan Zhou screamed in horror.

Standing in front of him was not the Prince of Ancient Martial Arts Xuanyuan Ba, who was it?
Chapter completed!