Otherworldly Merchant

Chapter 1510: Ecstasy

I should have thought of that a long time ago, but I was just bewildered by this Nine Yin Trapped Immortal Array, and naturally thought it might be illusion.

It's like eating dumplings, definitely dipping in some soy sauce vinegar, no one would associate it with salad sauce, of course, but that's what this old guy really does.

Jiuyin Difficult Immortal Array is used with hypnosis, who would have thought of that?

No wonder my spiritual charm doesn't work anymore. It turns out the symptoms are here.

For hypnosis, I only smell roughly, not much.

But if I don't want to be hypnotized, or wake up from it, I have a lot of options.

The most common thing is to stick a head in the water, or find a sharp object to pierce the skin, hit the wall hard, activate the sensory nerves, and awaken the brain to release it.

But this is just common practice, and if a shady businessman uses this method to relieve hypnosis, he will definitely be laughed out of his teeth. Besides, my aim now is not just to wake up completely from this hypnosis, but to counteract it.

The old man's hypnosis was really good, but it also exposed his weaknesses.

Otherwise, I would have been caught in the line, and he would have multiplied his power with the aid of this method, so don't say escape, I'm afraid he won't even be able to save his life.

Although this magic is incredible, I can't escape for a while, but without the cooperation of evil magic, I can't do anything about it.

It seems likely that he will not be able to practise evil at all, or at all.

In that case, let him see what I can do!

Let him take a good look at how this Nine Shadows Immortal Array works.

I decided in my heart, the disc knee sat down, pulled out three spiritual symbols in succession, put them in front of me left and right, and darkened into the three talents of heaven and earth - three souls melted, locked away from the sun, and then closed my eyes.

“Drive!” I drank suddenly and flew up.

His eyes faded away, revealing an otherwise rudimentary pile of earth.

At this time, my soul had learned that my feet were drifting halfway off the ground, and I looked back, and my flesh was still sitting there, my eyes closed slightly.

This is an exorcism from the Scripture of the Shadow, but I am far less able to fix it than I am to have no superior god. Although I know Oui well, I have been unable to carry it out.

But it's different in the trapped fairy array.

The magic book was very delicate, very beneficial for the exorcism, and I didn't know how many days the old man had sacrificed it, and the spirit was extraordinarily concentrated. This art of exorcism, although it was my first time, I was able to manipulate it with ease.

I'm just a vain soul at the moment, and all the control nerves, the paralysis of the flesh, don't work for me at all.

Those fictitious white light scripts are hallucinations, which naturally cease to exist, and you can still feel the direction of the Falun Front.

At this time, it seems that the Gossip Palace, the ghost is just a big pile of earth!

The whole dirt pile is round, just the old guy alone.

The soul was extremely sensitive to the soul, so I immediately found this guy's place to stand and drifted straight past.

He used to hide on a little pile of dirt on my slope, with a white handkerchief in his hand, shaking constantly.

He saw me still sitting there, unconscious, and a little confusion appeared on his old face. It might be strange. How does hypnosis not work for me?

I'm just a soul now, and it's no different from cold air, and this old guy can't even spot it.

After standing beside him for a while, he found that the old man was indeed an ordinary man. He could not detect any trace of half-wire spirituality on him. No wonder he had introduced me into the formation, but he used hypnosis instead of doing evil tricks.

I floated straight in front of him, clapping my hands towards his temple cave.

The old man was soft-shaped, strewn out on the ground, and his soul was shot raw by me this time.

The saying goes, "The body is like a boat, the soul is a boatman, the usual blow is only a collision of boats. If someone pushes the boatman out, then the boat is naturally unbalanced."

Obviously, the old man didn't expect me to play this game!

As soon as his soul came out, I stuck him in the neck dead. He fell several times, smashing him to death.

Your soul is damaged, and even if your body is stronger, it's useless.

Before he woke up, I flew back to my body. Though I succeeded in spirituality through the great battle, I could still be shallow, and I couldn't get my soul to know me for too long.

As soon as my soul returned to power, I rushed towards the hill and stepped on his chest.

After a good half day, the old man opened his eyes slightly, staring at a pair of dull little eyes, half stunned and half looked at me in confusion.

“Say! Who the hell are you? Why are you here?” I roared.

The old man gasped and mumbled something.

But the voice was too low, the tone was a bit strange, I didn't hear it for a while.

“Louder! ”

The old man gasped, built up some strength, said it again.

His voice was louder this time, I heard it clearly, but I didn't even understand a word, because this guy didn't speak Chinese at all, he spoke Japanese.

“Are you still pretending to be a ghost? ”

Now I can't hate you more. My feet get worse. I yell, "Fuck you. Shit, talk to me! ”

Although they cross the border here, they are still in China. The strong men speak Mandarin. The old man is with them all day, and is their leader. It doesn't make sense that he is Japanese.

The old man didn't seem to understand my words. He flashed a little confusion in his eyes, but he still said it again with strong patience. It was still Japanese.

Looks like it's a ghost.

Although he doesn't know any evil tricks, he can use such means of hypnosis and array technique, size is also a number one figure, how can he run to such a poor country.

What the hell is he doing here?

Besides, if he doesn't know the magic trick, then where did he get Qinna's murder number? Is there someone else besides that?

I was wondering, all of a sudden the old man flicked his wrist, a blue light flew out, straight to my throat!