I figured out that it was the Soul-Leaving Seal and had seen the ghost cultivator's remnant soul. Several elders discussed who wanted to harm Jiang Ning, but there was no result. After they left, Jiang Ning closed the backyard.

Looking at the villain in the spirit net, he said, "You are seeking death by yourself, don't blame me."

The villain shouted at Jiang Ning, but could not make any sound. He was just a remnant soul and did not have all the functions of a normal soul.

He called out Mengqing and said, "Give you a good thing."

Meng Qing looked at the villain in the spirit net and said disgustedly: "The remnant soul of the ghost cultivator is really annoying."

"Good eyesight, please give me a spell."

"I am just a witch doctor, not a curse master, so how can I cast a curse?"

Meng Qing didn't want to get close to the villain in the spirit net and lied that she didn't know how to do it.

"Stop it, the witch doctor and the spell are of the same origin, how could they be separated?"

"Why don't you come?"

Meng Qing immediately pointed out the key to the problem.

Jiang Ning smiled and said, "I'm afraid of bad luck."

"So you know! Damn it, am I not afraid?"

"You are a spirit beast, why are you afraid of bad luck? Besides, aren't you surrounded by Huihui? Don't you have any bad luck with him?"

Meng Qing gave him a blank look and said, "I am more worried if he is here. Why don't we come together, one person is half."

Jiang Ning really doesn't want to cast spells. Although the curse master is powerful, it has a strong backlash. Moreover, the person who casts the spell will be in trouble. Therefore, a qualified curse master will not use spells easily. Only novice curse masters will play frequently. Finally, after experiencing the word "bad luck", he did not dare to use spells indiscriminately.

Meng Qing said that she would be willing to take the risk of being unlucky, because that thing was too troublesome and sometimes she would die for no reason.

Jiang Ning hugged her and said, "How about I help you solve it?"

Jiang Ning didn't do it himself because he couldn't help him solve it, but if others did it, he could solve half of it. The backlash of the death curse was the most terrifying. Jiang Ning wouldn't let Meng Qing die.

"Can you solve it?"

Meng Qing didn't believe it very much. She understood bad luck very well and could explain it even if she wanted to explain it. However, a person with a cultivation level higher than her five great realms and a person with a deep understanding of the spells would have the opportunity to solve the backlash.

"Otherwise, why would I bear to take the risk?"

"Hmph! That's about the same."

Meng Qing was satisfied and said, "What kind of curse do you want to use?"

"What mantra do you think is the most suitable way to deal with a ghost cultivator?"

"Of course the ghost cultivator is a death curse, but the death curse is too troublesome. Why don't we use the injury curse?"

"Isn't it too much to deal with ghost cultivators?"

Meng Qing couldn't stand Jiang Ning touching her, so she jumped onto the table, circled around the little black man and said, "Let's forget it if he cries to death."

Jiang Ning said: "How about using the confession mantra?"

Meng Qing thought for a while and said, "If the ghost cultivator has a strong will and cannot achieve the effect, just use the injury curse. The backlash is small and the effect is obvious."

Jiang Ning looked at the little fox Mengqing, and this girl wanted to make a prank.

The love curse is to make people cry when they see it, and become a pessimistic and sad person. Even if they encounter ridiculous things, they will not be happy and cannot stop their tears.

"Okay, just follow what you said."

Jiang Ning agreed with Meng Qing’s idea.

Meng Qing stared at the little black man with a smirk and said, "You are in trouble now."

She looked up at Jiang Ning and said, "Aren't you looking for him? Why don't you use the Spirit Tracking Technique?"

"I already know who he is, and I don't need to find him. Now he will definitely go back to the mountains and wait until he comes back."

"Oh, you're so bad. He won't die in a hurry when using the injury curse at this time."

"First imprison his soul in that body so that he can't get out, then use the wounded curse."

"Can you do it?"

"There are some ways to have this residual soul. I don't think he can stand it and will come to me on his own initiative."

Jiang Ning guards Meng Qing to cast spells. The magician is powerful, but the process of casting spells is too troublesome, so it is not suitable for fighting, and it is more suitable for Yin people.

In some big worlds, magicians are essential personnel in every big family. They not only want to place spells on people, but also prevent them from being spelled. They undertake very important tasks.

Jiang Ning helped Meng Qing draw a formation map and put the little black man in the heart of the formation. Meng Qing began to cast a spell.

Halfway through the process, the little black man began to turn white and his figure gradually faded.

Meng Qing shouted: "Constant!"

The little black man who was dancing with his hands was fixed, and Meng Qing also interrupted the spell and said to Jiang Ning: "The other party is also a magician, and he is countering."

"Can you do it?"

Jiang Ning was not too worried about Meng Qing. After all, she came from the big world and had far less knowledge than people in this small world. She had much greater knowledge reserves.

Meng Qing said: "Today I was considered to be on your pirate ship, so it's really troublesome."

She sat down again, grabbed the little black man with both claws, and a black line fell on her paws, and she chanted a spell to it. The black line in her palm became transparent. When she threw it, the black line returned to the little black man, and the little black man turned from white to black again.

Meng Qing began to chant the mantra, the tone was high and low, and sometimes she could hear a few words clearly, but most of the time she couldn't hear it clearly. This was also the intentional act of the mantra by the mantra, which made people unable to understand the mantra she chanted to increase the mystery and prevent someone from stealing the mantra.

The inheritance of the mantra is more stringent than that of ordinary sects. The mantras who are recognized as successors will be mantrasted by the master first. When the master is satisfied, the mantra will be lifted.

The formation is filled with light, and one of the black strands is confronting with a ray of white strands. The two do not give in, stand up together, and are entangled.

Meng Qing frowned and kept shooting magic tricks into the formation. The main reason was that her body was too restricted and she could not really exert her strength. Jiang Ning asked her to lead the formation, but she didn't expect that the other party was a curse master.

After a cup of tea, Meng Qing was already sweating. Jiang Ning thought that if it didn't work, she could only solve the problem by herself.

Meng Qing bit her teeth and made a blue handprint, directly covering all the colors in the array. The formation became quiet. Without the "buzzing" sound, the little black man turned into a ball of black balls, no longer moving, and the white light completely disappeared.

As the mountains penetrated into a cave, a tall figure in black robe blew blood on the fire in front of him. His expression was fierce, but blood and tears flowed in his eyes. He could not stop his sadness. His roar in anger turned into a "woof" crying sound.

The formation disappeared, Meng Qing fainted directly. Jiang Ning picked up the wet Meng Qing, put away the small black group, and walked outside.

He first used spiritual water to help Meng Qing take a shower, then wiped her body, put her on the bed, and let her have a good night's sleep. All that is left is waiting. As long as the Blackbeard enters Jiangning, he can sense it. He is already under Jiangning's control and cannot escape even if he wants to.
Chapter completed!