Hearing the master's shout, the middle-aged disciple resisted his helplessness and said, "The disciple is here."

"Notify everyone, prepare to use the soul curse. Strip Han Sanqian's soul, so that he has no chance of surviving." The old monk said in a deep voice.

"Master, it's not necessary. We've been tossing for a long time. This has already killed Han Sanqian directly. Why bother? You also know that there is a magic spell that strips people's body and soul. Against the scourge of God, everyone has worked hard enough, but if you have to deal with these things, I will not talk about it if you are tired, all..." The middle-aged monk Buchi was extremely depressed, and he had a lot of resentment, but he still dared not express it.

The Soul Awakening Curse is a forbidden curse that violates the way of heaven. Although its ability is not as good as that of Buddha's Power, Tianlong and Demon Refining Formation, this method is very vicious.

It is also because it is too yin, so the caster is almost using his own life to support this forbidden technique.

Now to fight, it means that the lifespan of the disciples will be consumed. The middle-aged monk and others naturally complain in their hearts.

After all, for them, it's just superfluous and superfluous now. The master made it clear that it was for his own desire to make himself feel at ease, but he did not care about the safety of his disciples.

"What? Even my words don't work anymore?" The old monk immediately dissatisfied when he heard the sound.

Even though he was upset, the middle-aged monk had no choice but to bow his head in the face of his master: "I don't dare, so I will go and deploy."

After speaking, the middle-aged monk withdrew.

A moment later, with the sound of a suona, the one hundred and seven Buddhist flags outside were withdrawn abruptly, followed by one hundred and seven small black flags.

Engraved on the flag is a very strange rune.

It looks like the mouth of a devil and the eyes of a monster.

"Let's fight!"

Following the old monk's order and the wave of the flag, the color of the sky and the earth suddenly changed, dark clouds struck, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and the entire sky and earth were mixed into darkness.

boom!

Suddenly, there was a thunder, roaring for thousands of miles, and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky. Suddenly, a black air floated from Han Sanqian's body, turning into an extremely huge figure and rising from the top of the cliff, pulling it almost all over the valley...

Then, the figure shrank in an instant, and finally shrank into Han Sanqian's body.

"Again!"

boom!

There was another muffled thunder, and the black shadow in Han Sanqian's body was once again pulled to expand to the entire valley. Although the black shadow had no face, judging from the struggling form of the black shadow, it must be extremely painful.

"Master, how long will it take to achieve it?" Ming Yu asked.

"Three days, one day to separate the soul, two days to separate the body and soul, and three days to refine separately, from then on, never surpass the body." The old monk replied softly.

"Three days?" Ming Yu frowned slightly.

The time is too long, I hope there will be no more long nights and dreams.

At this time, in the inn in the city.

Compared with the joy at noon yesterday and the fear at night, Fu Mang and the others at this time can only be described as miserable, even on the verge of collapse.

For two days and one night, facing the uninterrupted attack of the zombies outside, they could only be forced to defend non-stop. Even if they took turns to rest and defend, they were still exhausted.

What is more exhausting than the body is the mind.

There wasn't much food left in the restaurant, but after Han Sanqian was full and depleted, and Fumang's "reward to the three armies" at noon yesterday, there was almost no food left. JrNovels.com