Blood splattered, and it was all sucked by the phantom floating on Luo Shan's body.

The three dim shadows of the Luo Feng brothers can be seen in the blood light. They were hissing, struggling, roaring, crying and begging for mercy, but the power of swallowing and absorbing in the shadow was too strong, and they were swallowed in one mouthful without resistance.

In the army they brought, nearly a hundred great witches who were accused of being their confidants were also beheaded.

This is Taisi's suggestion. Luo Shan died once after all, and his soul was lost to his body. Even if he used the secret technique of redeeming the soul, he would have some damage, and there would inevitably be some sequelae such as dementia and stupidity.

The blood and souls of hundreds of witches are used as sacrifices. The ancient demon god who communicated with Luoshan will naturally use part of the souls of these great witches to repair the souls for Luoshan, making his soul stronger and more vigorous. Not only will there be no sequelae after resurrection, but it will also be smarter and more conscious than ordinary people.

The spiritual consciousness spread, Ji Hao felt the crying sounds of the great witch souls in the blood light, and subconsciously looked at the phantom hovering above Luo Shan's body.

There is no specific form, it is constantly wriggling like a amoeba. A faint circle of shadows emits a ruthless and indifferent atmosphere, like an ever-changing ancient stone sculpture, exuding a cold and strict smell.

This is the ancient demon god who communicates with the secret method of soul redemption. His body has long fallen and shattered in the torrent for a long time, but part of his soul imprint has been integrated into the laws of heaven and earth. Those who understand the secret method can summon him and pay a certain price to exchange for his power and help.

For example, when it comes to the death, when it comes to the sea, when it destroys the country and the city, or when it changes color.

"The human witchcraft is also quite impressive." Abao also looked at the phantom in a daze. After the phantom swallowed all the souls of the great witch, Abao suddenly said: "Ji Hao, do you know how many witchcrafts are inherited from the Witch Palace that summoned these ancient demon spirits and soul imprints?"

Ji Hao frowned. He had read most of the secret scripts of the Witch Palace. These witchcrafts that summon ancient demon gods did not meet his interests, so he did not study them too much. Perhaps he would get involved in this line of witchcraft in the future, but now he pays more attention to improving his cultivation.

"There are about 318 secret curses of gods and demons that I know." Ji Hao thought for a while, nodded and said, "Well, 318 sects. Perhaps there are more advanced secret techniques in the Witch Palace, and I know so much."

Abao looked at the phantom and said slowly: "As far as I know, there are more than 30,000 ancient demon gods that appeared when the ancient world was created. They all have incredible magical powers. I have been wondering, if the soul imprints of these ancient demon gods are gathered together and refined into a formation or a magic weapon, how powerful can they be?"

Ji Hao raised his eyebrows and was completely interested by Abao's words.

What Taoist Yu Yu taught him was the true explanation of the formation. Ji Hao had a strong interest in the formation of Taoist Yu Yu Yu. If he could follow Abao and refine this formation together, it would definitely be of great benefit to Ji Hao's own Taoist practice.

"This kid is a treasure. His physique is quite suitable for communicating with these ancient demons." Abao pointed to Taisi and whispered with a strange smile: "He is not familiar with worldly affairs. He can't help you in your territory. He just let him sacrifice the altar of the demon gods and do basic skills for us to refine the formation."

Ji Hao looked at Taisi with a smile, feeling very satisfied with Abao's suggestion.

This guy Taisi is the guy who can starve him to death after leaving Shaosi. Ji Hao doesn't want to keep idle people in his territory. Abao's proposal is really wonderful.

"When we arrive at Yaoshan, we will arrange this matter carefully." Ji Hao smiled and looked at Luo Shan, who was burning with flames.

Slightly cold wind spurted out from the phantom, and countless black shadows visible to the naked eye rushed out of the void and continued to gather towards Luoshan. These black shadows entangled and circled each other. Soon, you can see the extremely dim shadow of Luoshan flying up and down around Luoshan's body.

There were a total of ten phantoms circling around Luoshan, and a slight cold wind kept pouring into these ten phantoms. Luoshan's shadow gradually became clearer and his complexion became much better.

Taisi started to dance. He grabbed the bone stick and danced with his hands and feet. With the sound of complex spells, a ball of sticky black mist spurted out from the phantom, slowly immersing in the recalled soul of Luo Shan.

Luo Shan's soul quickly became clear and soon became no different from a real person.

With the sound of Taisi's spell, Luo Shan's soul obediently penetrated into his body slowly from his orifices. Luo Shan's chest suddenly bulged high, and he took a deep breath in. The people present heard a strong heartbeat at the same time.

"Wow, I'm alive!" Manman widened his eyes and shouted in shock: "Can anyone die survive? Oh, Taisi is very powerful, Manman thought he wouldn't have anything else except for eating."

The fire from the ten oil lamps suddenly rushed up dozens of feet high, and a rich black air spurted out from the ground, turning into hundreds of black palms and grabbed Luo Shan's body. Taisi recited the spell again, spraying a large piece of black air from his body, turning into short swords with simple shapes and slashed towards those palms.

"The Netherworld does not allow the souls of the dead to escape!" Abao shouted in a deep voice: "Resurrection is to act against the heavens and be hated by heaven and earth."

With his palms turned, Abao had a white seal on his hand, and he was about to shoot it out. Ji Hao hurriedly held Abao's hand: "Taisi can handle it, senior brother, don't worry."

"Sacrifice!" Taisi rolled his eyes and howled with a ghostly aura.

Hundreds of strong big bulls were pressed to the ground. Zhamu led someone to kill the bulls with a knife. Large pieces of blood were spurted out. The palms condensed from black gas suddenly froze, and they grabbed the big bulls that could not rise up, and then retracted back to the ground.

After the big bulls were grabbed by black hands, their flesh and blood withered rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a pile of black and gray. This scene made the Luoshan people watching around them dare not say anything, and they trembled involuntarily.

"The soul is back!" Taisi suddenly stood still and raised his hands high.

The phantom floating on Luo Shan's body disappeared, and ten oil lamps suddenly went out. Luo Shan's small body fell back to the ground, and his eyes moved and suddenly opened. The clear water-bright eyes turned a few times, and Luo Shan suddenly cried and cried: "Grandma, grandma, wuwu, Xiaoshan is afraid!"

More than a dozen elders of the Luoshan tribe rushed up crying and shouting, and surrounded Luoshan and picked him up.

The Luoshan people nearby sang songs in dance and sang, and they looked at Taisi in surprise and shock.
Chapter completed!