After the first spell cast failed, Uncle Ying immediately turned to look at Li Yue beside him.

"Young Master Li Yue?!"

Li Yue first looked up at Jiang Chen, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

"Since the mildest method won't work, then Uncle Ying, just try your best!"

Li Wen, Yichen and others did not raise any objections to Li Yue's decision. At this time, they all vaguely felt that Jiang Chen's spiritual consciousness had really experienced an accident.

Using forceful means to recall Jiang Chen's spiritual consciousness may have a certain impact on him, but that is better than having some kind of unexpected accident in his spiritual consciousness that no one wants to see!

If the spiritual consciousness is injured, it can be nursed back to health slowly. If the competition is delayed, it can be taken care of slowly. But if one person dies, there will really be nothing left!

After receiving Li Yue's instruction, Uncle Ying immediately nodded solemnly, stepped forward and packed up the incense burner and other items on the ground, and then took out something from his backpack.

This is a short stick that is completely black in color, and it is impossible to tell what kind of material it is made of. There are uneven stubbles left on one end of the short stick. It is obvious that this should have been a long stick, but it broke into pieces for some unknown reason.

It looks like this now.

Seeing Uncle Ying solemnly take out such an unattractive and even shabby short stick, Li Wen and others all looked puzzled, and Chen Jiuxing even had a strange expression on his face.

Under the gaze of a group of people, Uncle Ying returned to the original place with a short stick. After calming down, he began to mobilize the spiritual energy in his body. Under the induction of Li Wen and others, a large amount of spiritual energy in his body quickly poured into the short stick as if it was free of money.

Among the sticks.

"Um?"

As more and more spiritual energy from Uncle Ying's body poured into the short stick, Li Wen and others who were watching gradually realized that something was wrong.

It stands to reason that with Uncle Ying's late-level cultivation, he would not need to consume much spiritual energy just to activate ordinary magic weapons; even the magic weapons of the same earth level would not cause him too much effort; but at this moment, they are

I saw a look of difficulty gradually showing on the other person's face.

Furthermore, that short stick has now absorbed 30% to 40% of Uncle Ying's spiritual energy, but it still has not undergone any change.

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster!

Obviously, this shabby-looking short stick is not an ordinary object!

After a while, Uncle Ying, who continued to pour spiritual energy into the short stick, gradually showed signs of weakness. Just when Li Wen and others were faintly worried about him, he finally stopped injecting spiritual energy.

Seeing this scene, everyone quickly turned to look at the short stick in the opponent's hand. The next moment, they were all stunned.

That short stick looks like...it still hasn't changed at all!

Uncle Ying made a slight adjustment, and then began to chant the incantation, and at the same time slowly waved the short stick in his hand. Along with a rhythmic chanting sound, the waving movements in his hand gradually changed from slow to fast, and in an instant

It brought up an afterimage in mid-air.

Li Wen and others stood aside and watched Uncle Ying casting the spell curiously. At a certain moment, their expressions suddenly changed.

Just now, they suddenly heard a strange "Woo-Woo" sound. The sound did not sound like the sound of waving a stick, but rather... the sound of flags and other objects fluttering in the strong wind.

Everyone was puzzled and tried to see clearly what was happening on the field, but Uncle Ying danced the short stick like a propeller, and there was no gain even though they were so tired that their eyes were sore.

In a state of surprise, they faintly noticed that the sounds coming from the front gradually changed.

The "whimpering" sound gradually changed, and finally turned into a low "whimpering" sound, like a sad cry, a low wail, or a shrill ghost howl...

Deep in the dark cave, there was a permeating sound of "whimpering". Chen Jiuxing felt a chill down his spine and couldn't help but leaned closer to Li Wen. At this moment, a warm current suddenly surged out of the talisman on his chest.

After getting into his body, the fear in his heart subsided a little.

After a while, Uncle Ying on the field slowly stopped waving, and it was only then that Li Wen and others finally saw the short stick in his hand.

Oh~ No!

At this time, it is somewhat inappropriate to call the magic weapon a "short stick". It turns out that a piece of rag suddenly appeared on the intact end of the stick!

That's right, it's rags.

It was a long piece of black rag that was as black as a short stick, with some broken edges, and the broken piece of cloth could not tell its original size at all.

After seeing the full picture of the magical weapon, Li Wen and others realized that this magical weapon was indeed not a stick but a flag!

Not right either!

Although the piece of cloth was not complete, they also judged based on the proportions of the rag that it should have been long in shape!

This is not a flag, more accurately, this should be a flag!

After being fully activated, although the flag did not emit all kinds of light, bursts of black mist were constantly surging on it.

"This is the soul-suppressing banner...the heaven-level soul-suppressing banner!"

After being stunned for a moment, Li Wen and others instantly recognized this unattractive magical weapon, and judged its level by the aura emanating from it.

Although this is a broken magic weapon, as long as it has something to do with the "Heavenly Order", it is definitely not an ordinary mortal object. No wonder Uncle Ying had such a hard time activating the magic weapon before!

In front of the stone wall, Uncle Ying didn't seem to hear the exclamations of Li Wen and others. After a brief pause, he began to dance the soul-calming flag in his hand according to a strange trajectory!

As the flag cloth swayed, the familiar "whimpering" sound appeared again, and it spread far and wide in an instant.

"Huhu~huhu!"

Before Chen Jiuxing could adapt to the gloomy atmosphere here, he heard the familiar "whirring" sound of wind again. The next moment, a small whirlwind appeared again, brushing his side and flying towards Uncle Ying.

"Huh? Why are these things here again?"

As soon as Chen Juxing had this doubt in his mind, he saw the small whirlwind rushing directly into the "soul-suppressing flag" in Uncle Ying's hand.

"wrong!"

He realized in an instant that the small whirlwind did not enter the "Soul-Suppressing Flag" on its own initiative. It looked more like it was forcibly sucked in by the "Soul-Suppressing Flag".

As if because of Chen Juxing's conjecture, several small whirlwinds flew in from a distance and were sucked in by the "Soul-Suppressing Flag".

At this time, he also understood Uncle Ying's method, and he started to watch it quietly.

After an unknown amount of time passed like this, Uncle Ying's speed of waving the "soul-suppressing flag" suddenly slowed down a lot. At one point, he staggered suddenly and almost fell to the ground.

During this period, dozens of small whirlwinds were sucked into the "soul-suppressing flag", far more than those attracted by paper money before!

but.

Since he has not stopped what he is doing, it proves that his goal has not been achieved, but he has obviously reached his limit.

Seeing Uncle Ying who had tried his best and was about to exhaust all his spiritual energy, Li Yue could only speak unbearably.
Chapter completed!