Summoner of Miracles

Known as the Night Light of the Dormitory, the greatest genius of the Dormitory family after Abe Sunshine.

Talent alone is enough to rival the legendary ancestral spiritual figure, and it's even clearer than Abe when it comes to merit in the world.

The father of spells that united almost all the spell systems of the past and present, and integrated, reproduced and developed them, thus establishing the foundations of modern Yin and Yang techniques.

To be able to get all the spell knowledge that such a person had in his life, let Roseanne decide so.

“Worth the risk. ”

That's Ro's real choice.

“Very good.”

The corner of the ghost's mouth suddenly rose.

It's not a smile that works, it's a smile that you expect.

By nature, but the Hornwalker must be looking forward to it, too?

Looking forward to the return of the former master.

So, um...

“It's time for you to show up, Raven. ”

Horned ghosts lift their only remaining arms.

“Go! ”

The Hornwalker so commanded.

So, the crow feathers that stood on the horn walker's arm suddenly raised their heads, their wings sprawled and swept to the sky. Finally, a black wind formed, causing the crow feathers to spin in the middle of the sky, like black feathers falling from the sky, to fall on Lo.

Luo really stared closely at the scene and took a deep breath.

“Come on! ”

With the proclamation of Luo Jin, the crow feathers that turned into a black wind finally fell on him.

“Boom!”

The air, it blew up around Rosie.

............

On the top of a bridge a short distance from the river, a little girl stood up to the wind and looked over there.

Watch the black wind burst in that direction, like a riot, and the girl's eyes flashed slightly.

“Did you start? ”

Sooner or later, the girl stared in that direction, and at the same time the rare tension and clotting appeared in her voice.

I've waited a long time to see if I could blossom here, just this once.

Sooner or later, she chose not to choose the past, but to look at it with infinite emotion.

Looking in the direction of the dark wind, it has not moved for a long time.

............

Beneath the dark night sky, an elderly man with crutches floated there, similarly seeing the rising black wind.

“Psst? Is it finally starting? ”

The old man claiming to be full of asparagus looked down at the scene, clearly at great distances from each other, wearing bright red sunglasses, but this did not seem to hinder his observation, making the old man laugh all over the night sky.

“Come on, let the old man see if Abe Qingming's legacy of the Tarzan Festival has been inherited into this era. ”

The Ashiya Path is full of longing and longing to stare down, and the smile lasts forever.

Behind it, the shadows of two mirrors swayed, as if they were staring at each other with an asparagus path, kneeling in the void.

............

At the same time, a very obscure boundary, centred on the river, swept apart and completely enclosed the surrounding area.

The boundaries are very high performance, but very advanced Invisibility has been applied on them, and even spiritual inspectors in the Yin and Yang Hall, proud of their ghost talents, cannot easily discover the spiritual energy here.

Naturally, what is happening within the boundaries is also hidden.

“Boom!”

The black wind burst like a blast from Roseanne, expanding in all directions.

“Is it finally starting? ”

Against this black wind, the Hornwalker ignored his loss of an arm and his empty sleeve swayed wildly, looking at the situation ahead, exuded an intense ghost, and his expression became slightly solemn.

Under the gaze of the Hornwalker, there was a black wind all over Roseanne, and countless dark feathers were flying.

“Mmm...! Ah...!"

Among them, Luo Zhen made a somewhat painful cry as if he was suffering.

In this case, the dark feathers converge on Roseanne and gradually turn into a coat.

It's a black coat made of crow feathers, like a cloak and a coat.

This coat is the legendary magic spell of the night light of the Yin and Yang Master, Crow Feather Weaving.

“What a shame...”

Looking at this familiar black coat, which reappeared half a century apart, a smile appeared on the face of the horny ghost.

But that smile just lasted less than a second and disappeared immediately.

Only, Luo's real body, dressed in "Crow Feather Weaving", actually began to float slowly.

On its body, the hem of the pitch black coat flips as sharply as a feather, and every time it flips, black feathers fall, releasing golden light powder, which does not look like a spell at all, but more like a giant crow monster shaping, which is terrible.

That gesture, it's like PHASE3 being solidified.

And Luo Zhen is a human being possessed by a spiritual disaster.

“It's like a living spirit." ”

Horn ghosts make this assessment.

--" The Spirit ".

It refers to the existence of self-consciousness after being possessed.

Just as Style God needs generations to materialize, as it appears in this world, spiritual beings, if they want to appear in this world, necessarily need to be relied upon as the core thing.

This core can be a symbol, a so-called formula, or a spell, but also a person.

The Dalian Temple to the Road used to be centered on itself, bringing a spiritual disaster to itself, thus triggering the event of the "Upper Dale", that's how it works.

This, of course, is not something that can be done at random.

Individuals who remain self-conscious after being possessed are among the few.

Especially when possessed by a spiritual disaster, it is normal to be swallowed up, not to speak of being a living spirit, dying on the spot, falling into a ghost.

Instead, in general, there are more situations of direct decadence, where self-awareness becomes a living example, rather than a few.

Now, Luo Zhen is equivalent to being a living spirit, possessed by crow feathers.

If the sense of self cannot be maintained, then it is impossible to corrupt and thus become an inspirational disaster.

Hornwalkers used to be human beings as well, but their consciousness as human beings has completely disappeared, and they were real ghosts as long ago as a thousand years ago, and naturally do not feel strange about the situation at hand.

But, um...

“If you are truly the light of night, the crow feathers will not burst into possession, but will turn into a spell. ”

Corner ghosts stared slowly up into the night sky, gradually becoming huge crow monster Luo Zhen, fists clenched.

On its body, the intense ghost spike.

“If you really run away and fall into ghosts...”

So, um...

“Well, I'll take care of you. ”

There was a bloody light in the eyes of the Hornwalker.

In this way, Luo Zhen ascended to the high night sky, his whole body began to exhale, his own spirituality disappeared, leaving nothing but flying dark feathers, turning him into a giant crow monster, roaring under the moon night.