Chapter 1 Soul Conjuring ()

In a bamboo house decorated with ancient style, a woman of thirty-five or six years old was sitting in front of the bed, sobbing silently. Tears kept oozing out of her eyes and slid down her face. There were already two muddy beaches on the ground.

After a while, a middle-aged man suddenly rushed in and shouted loudly, "Yu'er, brother has invited an immortal master from Hongmuling. Now, our son is saved."

When the woman heard this, she immediately stood up. Her face covered with tears and sadness also showed a hint of surprise. "Really? Where is the immortal master there?"

"Just behind, it'll be here soon! I'll tell you first, so that you won't be too sad..."

"Then let's go there quickly, don't let the immortal master feel that we are negligent and feel dissatisfied." The woman cut off without waiting for her husband to finish her words.

The husband nodded quickly. Before they left the house, they had already seen them come in one after another.

The woman behind was very familiar with the woman, who was his real brother Luo Feng. Obviously, the one in front was the immortal master from Hongmuling.

The immortal master was nine feet tall and extremely burly. He was wrapped in a red silk ribbon on his upper body, naked with his right chest, arms, and a leather skirt made of spotted leopard skin on his lower body, which further demonstrated the strength of his body. A long sword with four fingers wide and a bulging skin hung around his waist. Behind him were three short spears more than four feet long, and the tip of the spear was bright red.

The woman is the daughter of the Han family. The immortal masters in her mind are all Taoist priests with fairy spirit or kind-hearted monks. The image of the person in front of her is really far from what she thinks. Especially since her face is fierce, if she meets him somewhere else, I am afraid she would think he was a barbarian warrior in a clan!

But at this time, her son's life was hanging on a thread and he still had to rely on others to help him. How could he dare to show any hesitation on his face? He immediately gave up the road ahead, knelt on the side, and said, "Thank you for your mercy at the immortal master!"

The same is true for the husband.

The barbarian immortal master didn't even look at the couple, and walked past, came to the bed, looking at the boy lying on it. From time to time, the light flashed in his eyes. After a while, he turned around and looked at Luo Feng who had been following him, and nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Luo Feng's originally extremely nervous expression immediately relaxed. Then, he hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Master Mu Xian, afterwards, that 'God' will definitely be offered. If you have luck in the future, I will definitely provide you with any extra good treasures!"

Hearing Luo Feng’s promise, it was obvious that the Barbarian Immortal Master was quite satisfied, and a smile appeared on his fierce face. "The Han people respect the promise, I believe in you, and this will summon your nephew! However, afterwards, if I find that you violate today's words, you will understand the consequences."

"Of course!" Luo Feng said immediately, "Mr. Wooden Immortal, cast spells quickly!"

When Master Mu Xian heard this, he stopped talking and turned around. At the same time, his right hand stretched toward the skin on his waist. When he came out, there were three more things in his hand: a three-inch black banner, a green grass, and a yellow talisman paper.

Seeing the yellow orange and orange talisman paper with bright cinnabar books recording unknown patterns, the couple still kneeling on the ground relaxed a lot in their hearts. Because, in the hearts of their Han family, talismans have almost become an indispensable magic weapon for immortal masters.

After taking out three things, Master Mu was muttering something, and suddenly, he squirted out in one breath, and the green grass was in the middle. At that time, the green grass turned into a ray of green smoke and flew forward. When he reached the top of the boy's head on the bed, he flashed and crawled into the middle of his eyebrows.

The way Master Mu Xian did, the couple and Luo Feng were both proud and dared not show up, and watched quietly and waited.

Immediately afterwards, Master Mu Xian held the talisman in his left hand and shook the sky. The cinnabar pattern on it immediately shone brightly, as if he was coming alive, constantly flowing.

The bright red light enveloped the boy's head. In just a moment, the green smoke came out like a serpent, and then fell into the patterns of the talisman.

At this time, Master Mu shouted softly, "Scream!"

Immediately, the yellow talisman paper flew up on its own and stuck it onto the three-inch black banner.

Master Mu Xian shook the banner gently and recited the magic spell. In an instant, the black banner rose from three inches to three feet in size. At this time, Luo Feng and others also saw the patterns on the banner surface clearly, which was a miserable white skull.

"quack,……"

The white skull was like a living thing, and his mouth kept opening and closing, making a chewing sound, which made people feel distressed. Luo Feng was better, but the couple were trembling all over. If it weren't for their son's life hanging on a thread, they would have fainted.

Accompanied by the sound of chewing, the yellow talisman paper stuck on the banner spontaneously disappeared into the mouth of the skull, as if it was not a substantial linen, but a bottomless abyss.

At this moment, Master Mu's body suddenly shook, and the rattle sound became louder and louder. Master Mu's left hand also swung suddenly, drawing shadows in the void.

"Bone Soul-Devouring!"

With a loud shout like a bolt from the blue, the white skull on the banner suddenly flew out from above, floating in the air, and rotating drippingly.

At this moment, the chewing sound stopped, and replaced by a low sob, like a cry or a complaint. Although it was not loud, it hit the person's heart directly.

Accompanied by the whimpering sound, a cold wind blew out of thin air and blew in all directions. As time went by, the cold wind became stronger and stronger. Gradually, Luo Feng and the other three could no longer open their eyes.

About half an hour passed, a misty white shadow was swept in by the wind and threw it into the mouth of the skull. At this time, Master Mu shook the small banner in his hand, the skull was closed tightly, and then pointed to the boy with his left hand and shouted loudly, "Zhong Yuan's soul has not returned to his position, so when will he wait!"

As soon as the words fell, the white phantom rushed towards the boy on the bed, and flashed from the middle of his eyebrows.

Immediately afterwards, Master Mu took the spell, turned around, and spoke, "Zhong Yuan's soul has returned. He will wake up within three days!"

After hearing this, the couple cried with joy and forgot to thank him. However, Luo Feng was able to remain calm and hurriedly thanked him, and at the same time repeated his previous promise again.

Master Mu Xianshu snorted in his nose and said, "That's great! I hope you don't let me wait for a long time!"
Chapter completed!