The two people who came had their faces covered in oil paint, one had big eyes and the other had a light beard.
The black soil thrown out is called the Nine Nether Soul Seizing Earth.
It is mainly composed of Yin human soil, mixed with eight kinds of Yin medicinal materials.
Some are common traditional Chinese medicines, and some are special medicinal materials that are only encountered in metaphysics.
To strengthen the yin, nine is the limit, and eight colds gather earth, which is the method of great yin!
It looked like a sandstorm, but Tang Sanmu knew that wherever this pitch-black land passed, all vitality was invisible!
At this time, the black sand rushed past the wall, and the weeds and tree branches beside the wall made a rustling sound, and then turned into pitch black and dispersed invisible.
This thing is originally extremely yin-affected and will naturally disappear when it encounters life.
Of course, when yin and yang collide, it doesn’t matter whether the yin or the yang disappears.
Tang Sanmu took a look at the black soil, and the two of them came prepared, quite well prepared.
After squinting at the black powder in the void, he quickly took a few steps back, leaned against the wall, and plucked a few branches from the willow tree spreading in behind him.
Then he looked around, as if he was observing something, and moved his hands together, and the willow branches were inserted into the earth under Tang Sanmu's skillful strength.
The moment they hit the ground, they all made a splashing sound, and at the same time, the black powder seemed to be blocked by something, making it difficult to get any further.
The two people at the door looked at each other with solemn expressions. After nodding and looking at each other, they took two steps back.
The movements are the same, making seals with both hands, and chanting: "My body moves into the netherworld, and one finger is pure yin. Today, it connects two realms. It is difficult to find peace in this place!"
As the words fell, the black soil shook even more violently, and every particle made a swishing sound in the void.
Coupled with the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling when the jar is shaking, everything around it looks even more ferocious and weird.
There is a gloomy atmosphere around Miki, and under the influence of the black soil, it is difficult for sunlight to penetrate.
But under the influence of the willow branches, Tang Sanmu just stood there calmly, letting the two of them chant spells crazily and move their hands.
"Why don't you take a rest? It looks like it's hard for you two." Tang Sanmu muttered.
Then his hand suddenly moved, and a handful of cinnabar fell down: "Yang and Yin energy collide, and fierce fire emerges from the wood!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the cinnabar scattered in all directions, landed on the willow branches in front of him, and also flew around.
With this simple action, in an instant, the black soil in front seemed to solidify, motionless in the void.
After a two-second pause, it suddenly dawned on me.
The surrounding black soil fell to the ground with a splash, scattering with the wind.
There is no longer the violent surge just now, as if the clouds have cleared and the mist has dispersed.
The two people holding the handprints didn't even have time to close the handprints, so they staggered back two steps and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Breathing heavily and coughing violently.
Everything happened too fast, and the spell had a lot to do with them. When the black soil fell to the ground, it looked calm and calm, but it actually had a huge impact on them.
And it was precisely because it was so bland that the two of them were so shocked.
After they looked at each other, one of them asked tremblingly: "How did you do this?
My black soil is not so easy to break, it can cover all kinds of yang energy!"
"Strong winds are born in the dark world, and even the trees that form a forest can be destroyed.
Willow trees can be used to overcome evil, and willows can be easily broken and fall to the ground. When they are gathered together, they form a forest. This means that willow trees are planted unintentionally to form shade.
When the trees form a forest, they are like a high wall that resists all evil winds and evil spirits.
After the yang is born on the willow tree, the yin evil can be destroyed."
Tang Sanmu said with a smile, and at the same time, he patted the willow tree that had just broken branches a few times, and said with a smile: "This tree is not simple.
The position standing in the courtyard is in the golden and Kun position.
It's more than enough to deal with your black soil."
After hearing what Tang Sanmu said, the two of them gritted their teeth and took two steps back, only to become stunned.
Because they suddenly realized that there seemed to be something missing around them.
Listening carefully, the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling in Tang Sanmu's courtyard disappeared. As the black soil fell, everything returned to tranquility, complete tranquility.
Seeing their surprise, Tang Sanmu pointed in the direction of the jar: "I have been spinning this jar for so long, and I am very tired. I need to take a rest."
When the two of them looked in the direction pointed by Tang Sanmu, they both gasped.
I didn't even notice it just now, but although the jar was still spinning in circles, there were sparks of fire on the weeds below.
The weak beating of the flame sealed all the breath in the jar, preventing the cries of ghosts from being conveyed.
The source was sealed, and many of their spells were naturally self-defeating.
"The piece of wood you just threw out was not to attack the jar, but to start a fire, right?!" One person reacted immediately and roared.
Tang Sanmu smiled and said: "When I threw the stick out, I already said, wood makes fire.
Why do you think I want to poke the jar with wood?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Sanmu rushed outside in three steps and two steps at a time.
At this time, the two of them were still in shock and did not react at all to Miki's actions.
The latter came to the jar, held down the shaking jar, and then clenched his fist and struck hard on the top to seal it.
boom!
The power of this punch made the jar instantly quiet, and the earth and other objects used to seal the jar above it also opened the huge hole with Tang Sanmu's great strength.
There was a whining sound coming from inside, which was the dark wind roaring out from inside!
At this time, both of their painted faces were twitching, and Tang Sanmu said: "I just said yesterday that boundaries between humans and ghosts should be maintained, and at least they should complement each other.
It’s really ridiculous for you to harm people with ghostly techniques today.”
After he finished speaking, he took out a gourd, made a few gestures, and put all the spirits into the gourd.
Then he asked: "What other means are there? Let's use them as soon as possible. I haven't had lunch yet."
Looking at the colorful paint on your faces, it shouldn't be for singing, right?
There should be more than two people coming to trouble me this time, right?"
The two looked at each other, their faces twitching even more fiercely.
Originally, I wanted to leave some subtle moves to catch him off guard, but now it seems that Tang Sanmu already knows everything and is no longer vague.
The person in front of me raised his arms and shouted: "Set up the formation!"
As soon as he finished speaking, five more people rushed over from behind the yard.
These people had been waiting in the woods behind the yard for a long time, sweating profusely.
The most bizarre thing is that several people's faces have varying degrees of burns, and they look dark and embarrassed.
Big eyes asked in surprise: "What did you guys do?"
"Cinnabar... cinnabar is hot!" one of them muttered dejectedly.
The paint on their faces is slightly different, and combined with the light burns, they look even more ferocious.
Tang Sanmu discovered the existence of these people early in the morning. The hexagrams were already clear at first, but these people were so complacent that they thought they were well hidden and were ready to take action.
The handful of cinnabar was deliberately scattered in all directions just to torment them. After all, they didn't dare to make a sound or dodge even if they were burned.