Wuhun Lingzhu from Douluo

Chapter 228 Soul Bone Altar
Taking out the brush, the mana surged, allowing the dark red blood to invade the brush.

Weekend took a deep breath, holding the skull in his left hand and the brush in his right, ready to draw.

Although in the previous three months, I have practiced countless times on weekends, my heart is still not relaxed.

After all, if it fails, it means that this material needs to be scrapped.

The money for the materials is okay, and the weekends are not bad.

But the consumption of time is irreversible, so it must be successful once.

The writing brush landed on the skull, writing silky smooth, and a complete rune was written.

After dipping in the blood, he continued writing the second rune.

The three months of preparation were not in vain, and within an hour on the weekend, the established runes were successfully written on all the bones.

Slowly breathing a sigh of relief, Weekend glanced at the blood in the bowl, and put the pen on the table.

He stood up, put away all the bones, and walked to a corner of the yard.

After this kind of refined blood fell on the skull, it immediately left a mark as if it had seeped in, and it would not be changed by the general situation at all.

I went to the yard on weekends and assembled all the spirit bones in one arrangement.

A bone altar composed of all the bones except the head, with the skull placed on top.

Take out an incense burner, light the incense with magic power and insert it in front.

From now on, take one incense stick in the morning, one in the middle of the night, and one in the evening until the next step.

"The rest is to repeat this step, but with my body and the green dragon mark, it doesn't need to be once a week, once every two or three days should be able to bear it."

Standing in front of this spirit bone altar on the weekend, he said lightly.

Turning around and looking around, this place is deliberately chosen as a shady place, where it will be in the shadow all day long and will not be exposed to direct sunlight.

Turned around and walked back to the house on the weekend.

Start the practice of the Taoist stage.

In addition to sufficient energy, it is to supplement knowledge and determine one's future path.

After the foundation is laid, master and study the technique, and practice it to perfection.

After comprehending to a certain level, you can practice Qi with skills and be promoted to Taoist leader.

"The spells I have mastered now are the moon, zombies, ghosts, illusions, and talisman papers. These are the five aspects that need to be studied."

On the weekend, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he planned his own time in his heart.

One of these five aspects is indispensable, but three of them can only be studied and practiced at night, and the rest can only be put in during the day.

In the days to come, I settled here on weekends and completely stayed at home.

……

In the hall, Elder Song sat in the depths and frowned slightly.

"There has been no movement for two whole months. Is he preparing to refine a magic weapon?"

Elder Song smiled and shook his head, with a trace of contempt in his expression.

"I don't know the heights of the sky and the earth! It's okay, I waste my time on this kind of thing. After a few years, I don't care if anyone knows about that thing!"

Standing up, he walked through a wall like a ghost, and came to a dark secret room.

A huge object with a width of two or three meters and a height appeared in front of my eyes.

This thing looks like flesh but not flesh, like wood but not wood, and looks abnormally distorted.

Strips of cloth with talisman papers were bound in all directions.

When Elder Song saw this object, the calm expression on his face gradually changed to a greedy, silly smile and abnormal desire, just like a pervert.

"Hahaha, with you, even if my aptitude is not high, so what if my cultivation is slow?"

A slight voice sounded, Elder Song stretched out his hand to grab it, and a struggling living soul appeared.

The living soul is very short, and judging from the blurred face, it should be about ten years old.

With a ferocious face, full of hostility, this is a living soul that has been tortured to death.

Because of the runes, he didn't directly become a ghost.

Stretching out his hand and throwing it into the giant object, the soul was immediately swallowed into it.

With a scream, that soul completely collapsed.

The giant object trembled slightly, but the runes in all directions imprisoned it.

"Immortal! Yang God Celestial Master! Immortal Immortal! Hahahaha..."

Low-pitched laughter filled with joy echoed in this secret room.

More than five months later!
Looking at the last spirit bone altar in front of him on the weekend, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Eight months and more than 200 days, the first step has finally been completed." Weekend looked at the 100 spirit bone altars.

"Now we can proceed to the second step." After finishing speaking on the weekend, he turned and walked to the next room.

When he came out again, a bunch of things were brought in front of 100 altars.

An altar was laid out.

"Now it's evening." Weekend looked up at the sky, it was already afternoon.

At night, open the altar, call all lonely souls and wild ghosts, and let a ghost reside in each head altar.

The lonely and wild ghosts in the world are all forbidden to be reborn, have too much obsession, or have incomplete souls.

They have no way to directly enter the underworld, they can only enter the underworld by waiting for the underworld to catch them.

But among them, those who have too much obsession do not want to enter the underworld, and those who are not allowed to be reborn cannot be caught. The reason is nothing more than that the death is too miserable, and some people use spells or curses.

It is torture for them to stay in the human world, and those with incomplete souls may fly away at any time.

At this time, this soul bone altar can be said to be the best destination for them. After all, it is under the control of others, which is better than the soul flying away.

It has been reported when I rented this yard on the weekend, so when the altar is opened at night, it can be successfully operated.

After all, this is Liulin Road, not the wilderness.

At night, when the altar was opened on weekends, lonely souls and wild ghosts appeared one after another.

One by one, the lonely ghosts automatically threw themselves into the spirit bone altar.

After all the altars were put into one, the weekend slowly stopped.

On the weekend, he took out a handful of treasure notes and threw them into the brazier in front of him.

With a bang, the flames exploded.

A breath of breath was absorbed by the remaining ghosts.

"You wait to retreat quickly!" Weekend shouted lightly, and the lonely ghosts scattered away.

Looking at the 100 altars in front of him, he nodded in satisfaction on the weekend.

"After seven days, these altars will be completely successful. During this time, I can also prepare for other things."

Now the preparations for the poles have been completed, and the rest is the banner of the bone banner.

Turn around and go back to the house, and came to the back room.

In the completely dark environment, Weekend took out the Nether Silk.

Faint rays of light radiated out, Zhou Zhou looked at the large ball of silk in front of him, and began to weave with mana.

"I didn't expect that one day I would have to weave!"

With a chuckle, only a long strip of cloth was raised on the weekend.

About the width of a person's shoulders and more than two meters long, the whole body exudes a faint purple light.

Next you need to write the scriptures on the back, the scriptures written in mana.

"It's not easy for me to write in my current state, so I'll write tomorrow after resting for a night!"

Looking at the long strip of cloth in his hand on the weekend, he shook his head slightly and said.

(End of this chapter)