"The Wraith Spirit Witch Array requires one fourth-level Wraith Spirit, one hundred third-level Wraith Spirits, and tens of thousands of second-level Wraith Spirits."

"The Song of Injustice is one of the arrangements of witch sacrificial hymns. It has a melodious melody that permeates the soul. It is taught to all the resentful spirits to sing and used to transform the cursed spirits."

"Wraith Spirit Cellar, where is the Resentment Spirit Cellar? Where is it?"

Lin Fan immediately turned around and shouted.

The Resentful Spirit Cellar, who had not run very far in the distance, immediately heard the sound and came over:

"Master, call me, I'm here!"

"I asked you to review the song of sudden injustice a few days ago. How are you doing now?"

"I've almost learned it."

The Resentful Spirit Cellar demonstrated directly on the spot and began to wail miserably.

"Yeah, yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

"Stop! What's this mess?"

Lin Shan only felt that the noise was extremely noisy, but Wraith Spirit Cellar felt aggrieved and said that singing this in the language of the Wraith Spirit clan was just what it felt like.

"I'll give you an hour to capture a fourth-level resentful spirit, a hundred-level third-level spirit, and a ten-thousand-level second-level spirit, and then teach them the song of grievance. Can you do it?"

"Ah? This..."

"I ask you if you can do it!"

"Can! Can..."

"Go quickly."

Lin Shan turned around and started to put Xing Lingjin in front of him, used the secret technique of the cursed spirit, placed two lamps, and placed a scarecrow on its head under its incomprehensible expression.

Then he opened the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book, stretched his bow and nocked an arrow, and nailed it firmly in place!

"Ouch!!!"

Xing Lingjin screamed, and the light arrow stuck in his chest exuded a strong curse, which began to spread throughout his spiritual body.

"What's this?"

Lin Shan didn't say anything. He always used the media to trick others behind their backs. This time, it was the first time he directly cursed himself in person.

Facts have proven that this is incredibly powerful!

Lin Shan fired the second arrow, and Xing Lingjin's body immediately turned black and smoky, as if he had been scalded with sulfuric acid, mottled and rotten, and his breath plummeted!

"You...are you doing...what evil magic?"

It sounded frightened and wanted to break free, but found that the scarecrow above its head always had a mysterious power that restricted its movements.

The third arrow flashed past.

Xing Lingjin fell down in pain and wanted to roll around, but couldn't move. The pain was heartbreaking!

Circles of black ripples streaked across its body, and it was instantly dyed black, making it impossible for others to tell that it was a star spirit.

He put down his bow and sat cross-legged.

Words of incantations were murmured in the mouth, secret techniques were used in making secrets with both hands, and two black lines skewed one by one connected the two people together.

Xing Lingjin screamed in pain at first, but then gradually became numb, even his mind became a little stiff, and he was unable to speak.

Time is frozen here.

About an hour later.

The Wraith Cellar, the Evil Ling Gang, and the Evil Ling Kun came back with the temporarily captured and trained Wraith Spirits.

Hundreds of third-order resentful spirits and ten thousand second-order resentful spirits were brought back, but there was no news about the fourth-order resentful spirits.

"Sir, we encountered two level four wraiths on the way, but they were too slippery, and the three of us blocked them and couldn't catch them."

There is no joy or sadness in the forest, and the voice is calm.

"Well, in that case, you will be the fourth-level resentful spirit in the formation!"

"What???"

The Resentful Spirit Cellar was startled and looked around hesitantly. The Evil Spirit Hooligan and the Evil Spirit Kun all looked away.

As the saying goes, we share blessings and share hardships together. If you don't go, how about the two of us?

"Get up and drive away, hurry up!"

Lin Shan pointed at the jade slips, arranged their positions, explained the sequence and steps clearly, and arranged the Wraith Spirit Witch Formation on the spot.

This formation is not difficult, the difficulty lies in the persistence and unified pace.

Fortunately, the Wraith Spirit Cellar itself can control the lower Wraith Spirits, so it would be best if it takes the lead in the formation.

"As long as this ceremony can be completed smoothly, you can ask for anything."

Lin Shan comforted it and didn't want anything to go wrong.

"Master, I want to raise an army of resentful spirits by myself. The number is probably more than ten thousand. Can I just take them all with me?"

Xiao Jiujiu, who started the ethnic group, actually appeared in the Resentful Spirit Cellar!

"No problem, it's up to you."

Lin Shan was too lazy to care about this, and directly ordered the ceremony to begin, activating the formation towards Xing Lingjin, and a dark brown mist suddenly emitted from the surrounding area, which was faintly separated from the gray mist outside.

Under the command of the command, rows of resentful spirits formed a ladder-like Arhat sitting on a stage, forming a circle and chanting.

"Er, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

In just a moment, Brother Ji felt something different. There was an inexplicable cold air between heaven and earth. It was bone-chilling, but it was actually aimed at the soul.

A sad resentment spread widely across the Tiankeng land, and countless resentful souls couldn't help but hum along under the influence of the emotional atmosphere.

This powerful collection of thoughts is all aimed at Xing Lingjin in the formation!

At this moment, it was cursed and harassed by resentment, but for the first time it had regained a trace of its sanity!

"I...what's wrong with me?"

Seeing such a huge battle around him, Lin Shan sat in front of him and muttered something, feeling confused and feeling something was wrong.

"Smelly little...Master Lin, you...what are you planning to do?"

Lin Shan ignored it and recited the mantra tightly, moving his lips all the time without stopping.

Xing Lingjin was panicked to death and deeply felt the threat of death.

Black Horse of the Wuma Clan is biting behind you. If you don't leave me behind, why did you bring me here?

Especially since they were cursing, setting up formations, and doing these weird rituals, could it be that they wanted to kill me to extract something, or to transform me into some kind of puppet?
Chapter completed!