Wuhun Lingzhu starting from Douluo

Chapter 228 Soul Bone Altar

Taking out the brush, the mana surged, allowing the dark red blood to invade the brush.

Weekend took a deep breath, holding the skull in his left hand and a brush in his right hand, ready to carve it.

Although I have practiced countless times on weekends in the past three months, I still don't feel relaxed at all.

After all, if it fails, it means that the material needs to be scrapped.

The money for the materials is okay, and I won’t be short of money on weekends.

But the time consumed is irreversible, so it must be successful once and for all.

The brush fell on the skull and began to write smoothly. A complete rune was written.

I dipped it in blood and continued writing the second rune.

The three months of preparation were not in vain. Within an hour on the weekend, the prescribed runes were successfully written on all the bones.

He breathed a slow sigh of relief, glanced at the clean blood in the bowl, and put the pen on the table.

He stood up, put away all the bones, and walked to a corner of the yard.

After this refined blood falls on the skull, it immediately leaves a mark as if it seeps in, and will not be changed by ordinary circumstances at all.

I walked to the yard on the weekend and assembled all the soul bones in an arrangement.

An altar made of bones, consisting of all the bones except the head, which is placed on top.

Take out an incense burner, light incense with magic power and stick it in front.

From now on, one incense should be used in the morning, noon and evening, and there should be no interruption until the next step.

"The rest is to repeat this step. But with my body plus the Azure Dragon Seal, I don't need to do it once a week. I should be able to withstand it once every two or three days."

Standing in front of the soul bone altar on weekends, he said calmly.

I turned around and looked around. I chose a shady place here so that I would be in the shadows all day long and not be exposed to direct sunlight.

Turning around, I walked back to the house over the weekend.

Start practicing in the Taoist stage.

In addition to having sufficient energy and energy, it also supplements knowledge and determines one's future path.

After the foundation is laid, master and study the techniques and practice them to perfection.

After understanding it to a certain level, you can practice Qi with techniques and be promoted to Taoist priest.

"The spells I master now are moon, zombie, ghost, illusion, and talisman. These five aspects need to be studied and studied."

Over the weekend, I narrowed my eyes slightly and planned my own time in my mind.

None of these five aspects can be missing, but three can only be studied and practiced at night, and the rest can only be done during the day.

In the days that followed, I settled here on weekends and became completely at home.

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In the main hall, Elder Song sat deep in the hall and frowned slightly.

"There has been no movement for two whole months. Is he preparing to refine a magic weapon?"

Elder Song smiled and shook his head, with a hint of contempt in his expression.

"I don't know how high the sky is! It's okay to waste all your time on this kind of thing. After a few years, I don't care whether anyone knows about it or not!"

He stood up, walked through a wall like a ghost, and came to a dark secret room.

A giant object two to three meters wide, long and high appeared in front of me.

This thing looks like flesh but not flesh, looks like wood but not wood, and looks unusually twisted.

Strips of cloth with talismans attached were tied in all directions.

When Elder Song saw this object, the calm expression on his face gradually changed, he smiled greedily and had an abnormal desire, just like a pervert.

"Hahaha, with you, what if my qualifications are not high and my cultivation is slow?"

A slight sound sounded, Elder Song stretched out his hand to grab it, and a struggling living soul appeared.

The living soul is very short, and judging from the blurry face, it should be about ten years old.

With a ferocious face and an aura of hostility, this is a living soul that was tortured to death.

Because of the runes, he did not directly become a ghost.

He stretched out his hand and threw it into the giant object, and the soul was immediately swallowed up.

With a scream, the soul completely collapsed.

The giant object shook slightly, but the runes in all directions restrained it.

"Immortal! Yang Shen Celestial Master! Immortal Immortal! Hahahaha..."

The deep laughter filled with joy echoed in this secret room.

More than five months later!

Weekend looked at the last soul bone altar in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Eight months and more than 200 days later, we have finally completed the first step." Weekend looked at the 100 soul bone altars.

"Now we can proceed to the second step." After weekend finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the next room.

When they came out again, a bunch of things were brought to the 100 altars.

An altar was set up.

"Now we have to wait for the evening." Weekend looked up at the sky. It was already afternoon.

Wait until night, open the altar and summon all the lonely ghosts, so that each head altar will host a ghost.

The lonely ghosts in the human world are those who cannot be reincarnated, have too deep obsessions, or have incomplete souls.

They have no way to enter the underworld directly. They can only wait for the underworld to be captured before they can enter the underworld.

But among them, those who are too obsessed with it do not want to enter the underworld, and those who are not allowed to be reincarnated cannot be caught. The reason is simply that they died too miserably, and someone used magic or curses.

They will be tortured if they stay in the world, and those with incomplete souls may lose their souls at any time.

At this time, this soul bone altar can be said to be the best destination for them. After all, it is better to be controlled by others than to have their souls scattered.

I had already reported it when I rented this yard on the weekend, so when I opened the altar to practice in the evening, it could run successfully.

After all, this is Liulin Road, not a wilderness.

At night, during weekend rituals, lonely souls and wild ghosts emerge one after another.

One by one, the lonely ghosts automatically threw themselves into the soul bone altar.

After all the altars were put into one, the weekend slowly stopped.

On weekends, I took out a handful of treasure coins and threw them into the brazier in front of me.

There was a bang and the flames were strong.

Waves of breath were absorbed by the remaining lonely ghosts.

"Get out of here quickly!" Weekend shouted softly, and the lonely ghosts dispersed in a rush.

Looking at the 100 altars in front of me, I nodded with satisfaction.

"After seven days, these altars will be completely successful. During this time, I can also prepare other things."

Now that the preparations for the pole have been completed, all that is left is the surface of the bone flag.

He turned around and returned to the house, entering the back room.

In a completely dark environment, I took out the Netherworld Silk over the weekend.

A faint light radiated out. Looking at the large ball of silk in front of him, Weekend used his magic power to start weaving.

“I never thought I would have to weave one day!”

With a chuckle, there was only one long strip of cloth on the weekend.

It is about the width of a person's shoulders and more than two meters long. The whole thing exudes a faint purple light.

Next, you need to write scriptures on the back, scriptures written with magic power.

"It's not easy for me to write in my current state. I'd better wait for a night's rest and then write again tomorrow!"

Weekend looked at the long strip of cloth in his hand, shook his head slightly and said.

(End of chapter)