The chirping sounds of ghosts sounded in my ears, and the wind swelled, as if I fell into a secluded prison. He Ping saw it clearly this time, and all the white silks of different lengths flew out of the gate of the ancestral hall.

"...Is it white silk?"

The white silk seemed like a living creature, and it was like a snake flying all over the sky, gathering and dispersing, surging out from the middle of the darkness, and in an instant, it turned into a large area of ​​dense white shadows swept over.

"There are too many!!"

He didn't even have the chance to use the "Milu Sword", and a large piece of white silk flew in front of him.

With a "cracking" sound, it was like the sound of a bonfire popping up. Several paper puppets lit up the curse flames with lights. Suddenly, green flames soared into the sky, and several green green fireflies ghost fires burned in response. The white silk burned in the air before it flew closer.

Large pieces of green and phosphate ghost fire flew out from the white paper lantern, and the green and beautiful flames that burned into green glass remained unchanged. The plaque of the ancestral hall was shining by the fire, and a layer of green color was reflected.

In the sedan chair, He Ping's children's hole was also reflected in the dark green light.

I saw his ten fingers hanging in the air, and his fingers hooked countless slender strings that could not be seen clearly by the naked eye. It was like pulling out a piano string. Those thin lines extended into the void, controlling several paper puppets to make different actions.

The paper puppets are funny in appearance, but their movements are not dull. Their movements are tacit, advancing and retreating, just like a play that has been practiced countless times.

The white silk flew through the sky and changed twists and turns, and could not escape the erosion of the curse fire. Instead, it continued to dissipate under the light of green fire. The "hiss" sound of burning out seemed to be mixed with unwilling murmurs and gloomy curses.

In front of the ancestral hall, more and more white silks flying from the air were either burnt or exploded in the air, turning into countless butterflies flying in the air, or flying suddenly, cutting into the ground, or hitting the paper puppet's "armor-covered light", causing a subtle "crackling" sound of the air.

The white silk is light and soft, but is driven by a strange force and floats in the air, like a swimming snake, but the front end of the white silk gradually becomes dark red, as if blood is oozing out, and like fire, emitting a burning meaning.

However, the "Armor-covered Inspiration" is even better. After the Chinese Papers activated the Inspiration, in addition to increasing their strength, they were also given an indestructible defense, able to resist these strange white silk head-on.

Chichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichichi!

There were many dense white silks, some of which had approached the paper sedan chair behind him. He Ping lowered the curtain and let the white silk shoot through the sky and burst into pieces.

In front of the sedan chair, a faint white light suddenly illuminated, which could pierce and crack the white silk of wood and stone like rotten soil, but it was like hitting an invisible iron wall of copper and iron.

The ban formed by the armor-covered spiritual light is very heavy and almost solid. This is also the unique feature of the paper puppet spiritual puppet technique. As long as the sacrifice is successful, the energy of each paper puppet will be connected into a piece, as if it has been transformed into a whole.

The "armor-covered light" of paper puppets is created by this puppet technique. A single paper puppet is not strong, but twenty-five paper puppets gather together and the qi is connected. It is impossible to penetrate this layer of defense and completely wipe out their qi.

On the other hand, the armor-covered aura of these paper puppets can also be blessed on the paper sedan chair. As long as He Ping sits in the sedan chair, he can obtain the protection of the "inspiration".

"What a pity. I don't know why this armor-covered light is only effective against dead objects. If it can be directly blessed to me, how strong will the defense become...?"

He Ping was also helpless about this. He suspected that this "armor-covered spiritual light" was not prepared for others, but that the defense effect of the spiritual light would only play a role in him after he became a living puppet.

Just as he was thinking for a moment, the many white silks outside were cleared by the paper puppets, but the light became dimmer and darker inside the main entrance of the ancient ancestral hall, and the shadows seemed to be floating in some white figures.

He Ping knew that the white figures were all white silks floating among the beams. These white silks all looked too old, and some of them were soaked with subtle spots like plum blossoms.

"…Lihun Blood Sculpture Array?"

He Ping thought something.

In the past, he had also heard of a "ghost formation" from Wuyousheng that belonged to the side and left-wing path, which seemed to be somewhat similar to the layout of this ancestral temple.

"What did that guy Wuyousheng say before... There must be great savage in the 'Lihun Blood Silhouette Array' formation, and use savage to drive away ghosts and use ghosts to fight ghosts. The techniques are even similar to the puppet technique of the Immortal Puppet Sect..."

——Wait, can it be that this Wandering Soul Village and this ancestral hall really have no host, it is an empty formation that uses "ghosts" to refine ghosts.

"No one presided over this situation, but it was so powerful!"

Suddenly, a sense of horror rose in He Ping's heart, and his chest seemed to be pressed by a huge rock, and he couldn't breathe. He suddenly raised his eyes and saw a figure in black wearing an umbrella in the main hall of the ancestral hall.

He couldn't see the appearance of the figure in black, but he could vaguely see the gray forehead suddenly appearing under the rotating black umbrella.

The long black hem reveals the shriveled black cloth tips. The soles of the shoe are gently stepped on the ground, bringing the distance closer bit by bit.

The white silks in the hall vaguely turned from white figures to women. They were slender and graceful, with their chins and necks hanging from the hanging white silk, and their feet were hanging in the air, shaking slightly.

What is strange is that from He Ping's perspective, only those white shadows can be seen, and the feet hanging in the air after hanging themselves, and there is no way to see more... It's just that countless figures hanging on the beams in the hall, the overwhelmed room beams make the sound of "rolling" and the dense hanging women's embroidered shoes, which really makes people's scalp numb.

The figure of the woman who hangs herself is as illusion as a phantom, and like white smoke. The figure under the umbrella slowly steps, and the illusory white shadows are immediately broken and are all sucked into the body by the figure in black.

There seems to be an invisible barrier in the hall hall, and these figures have nowhere to escape. When they are sucked into the umbrella-holding figure, they seem to be shaking slightly, as if they are very painful.

Every time the figure in black absorbs a white shadow, its body becomes more and more real.

On the other hand, He Ping also felt that the pressure increased greatly. The air around seemed to become heavier, and the pressure in front became as strong as a wall, making it difficult to get close to... He was also slightly shocked, knowing that he was locked by the "Soul Blood Sculpture Formation".

"I understand that it is not that no one presided over it, but that there is a ghost hidden in the ghost's eyes, and the ghost will preside over the formation. The "Soul Blood Sculpture Formation" is the main formation. There is also a virtual formation in the ghost domain outside the village. This formation is extremely fierce. Anyone who enters the village will be swallowed by the ghosts. Even if he escapes, he will hit the main formation of the ancestral hall and will surely die!!"

However, He Ping's face was still calm, but his faint black eyes shone with a cold light under the reflection of the green light flames in the lantern.

"But, can such an unmanaged air array be blocked?"
Chapter completed!