Looking at the playful smile on Tang Sanmu's face and staring at their gray-headed faces, several of them looked at each other.
Big Eyes growled: "So you knew they were there, right? You threw the cinnabar just now on purpose!"
Tang Sanmu took two steps back, returned to the courtyard, and waved his hand.
All the willow branches planted on the ground in the courtyard fell to the ground at that moment: "It's useless to talk more, just continue your performance."
These people came to seek revenge and made a lot of preparations. Naturally, it cannot be solved with words.
Miki said this carelessly, making everyone feel as if they were being humiliated.
Their bodies swayed quickly and they entered the courtyard directly.
They had been afraid to enter the hospital just now because of the shrill noise the jar made.
The sound echoed, and cracks appeared on the stones, which would not only hurt Tang Sanmu, but also them.
At this time, the spirit body in the jar left, and they naturally had nothing to fear.
Standing in the courtyard, several people surrounded Tang Sanmu and took out several large pieces of white cloth from his pockets.
brush!
The white cloth is flying, making sounds and passing them on to each other.
Several people pulled the white cloth and kept changing its position. After a while, they pulled the white cloth to form a star-shaped pattern, trapping Tang Sanmu in the middle.
Only then can we see that there are actually faint runes painted on the white cloth. They should be made of some special material and are not conspicuous.
Hooray!
The seven people exerted their strength at the same time and shook the white cloth. In the next moment, all the cloth strips were tightened.
Those white ones seemed to come alive. Under the dance of a group of people, they quickly tightened and wrapped around Tang Sanmu fiercely.
A touch of pale white seems to be without beauty, but there is a ghost blooming like a flower.
This is a formation, a soul-locking technique.
Every piece of white cloth is stained with the evil thoughts of the spirit body, seemingly white and flawless.
But the white cloth has been soaked in blood, and there are runes on it that enhance the yin energy.
On the surface, it is harmless to humans and animals, but in fact, it is like a venomous snake, which can be fatal if touched.
The steps of several people are also gathering yin, so that the surrounding aura rises to the strongest level.
The white cloth swayed like a spiritual snake. Tang Sanmu watched as the white cloth tightened and was about to touch his body, but he did not dodge and allowed them to move.
The people around him all showed faint smiles, their mouths moved slightly, and strange sounds came from their throats.
While making a sound, his feet were still tapping the ground regularly, as if he were performing some ancient and mysterious ritual.
These oil paints were not only used to cover the face so that Tang Sanmu could not see through it.
It is also used to perform some kind of magic. It is a disguise of some kind of witchcraft, and it seems to be for the purpose of channeling.
As they chanted, the taut white cloth began to buzz.
The moment he was tied to Tang Sanmu, there was only a clanking sound coming from his body.
It was the copper coins that were vibrating and colliding.
They are clearly in the pocket, and they are clearly colliding with each other, but their shape does not change and the energy they contain does not disperse.
If it weren't for the wonderful combination of these copper coins and their sharp edge, the poison would have entered Tang Sanmu's body when he was touched by the white cloth, and his flesh and blood would have been blurred.
However, when the other people saw Baibu touching Sanmu, they were all very proud. While singing, Baibu tightened again, and Tang Sanmu also lifted his feet slightly off the ground under the strength of several people.
While they were chanting, they led Tang Sanmu's body in rapid circles.
He only felt a biting cold air all over his body, and a black air flowed retrogradely along his blood vessels. Tang Sanmu could clearly see changes in his body.
All blood vessels and so on are like branches blooming, with black lines spreading.
This technique is not just about using white cloth to gather Yin Qi and exposing yourself to the Yin poison.
It is more of a sacrificial ritual. They are sacrificing themselves to the underworld. It is a more powerful and ancient technique.
No wonder the moment these white cloths were wrapped around, these people looked at Tang Sanmu as if they were looking at a dead person.
He stopped delaying, made fingerprints with both hands, and the sound of the copper coins in his pocket became clearer.
As the hand seal was completed, Tang Sanmu stared at the willow branch that had just fallen to the ground.
The willow leaves broke away and were pulled under their own seal, flying around Miki.
It seemed like he was just following the wind to the east, but the black mist on his body slowly faded away.
Willow fell from the forest like a knife, and when he saw the dark world, he showed his moves.
He used magic to move the willow leaves, which just broke the netherworld energy around him.
Then he chanted softly in his mouth: "The movement of Qi will destroy all laws around the body, and the gods will bless and majesty them."
This is a great divine power that can increase one's majesty and prevent all evil spirits from invading!
Tang Sanmu was originally driven by these people to spin in circles, and his feet were already off the ground.
As the words fell, there was a muffled sound from the ground, like something heavy falling.
And this sound was actually caused by Tang Sanmu's feet tapping the ground.
Even though the white cloth was tied up and the black mist was rising, Tang Sanmu was standing here, like a big bell, unable to be shaken at all.
Several people all took a deep breath, feeling very nervous.
After looking at each other, their voices became louder and the spells they chanted became more bizarre and varied.
At the same time, veins popped up in his arms, and he pulled hard on the white cloth with his beard and eyes wide open, trying to continue pulling.
But now it was difficult to move even an inch, which made the white cloth buzz even more sharply.
Bah!
Finally, with a strange sound, real cracks appeared in the white cloth, but they just barely held on and were not completely broken.
Several people around him spurted out a mouthful of blood almost at the same time. They saw that Tang Sanmu still had a calm expression, and it seemed that it was effortless to break this technique.
There was actually a bit of regret in my heart. You must know that what they used was already the strongest technique currently available.
Tang Sanmu responded like a game, not caring at all!
Mustache yelled: "Brothers, don't be afraid! He is just bluffing!
We can't hold on much longer! Kill him in one go!"
After saying this, Tang Sanmu finally started to move, flipping his hands to grab two of the white cloths.
Use both hands to exert force and wave: "Look to the west to conceal your edge, and to the east to add vitality."
Bagua follows the heart, and all skills become rootless."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Bu made a sharper sound.
Several other people took action immediately, unable to control themselves, and took a few steps back.
The white cloth wrapped around Tang Sanmu's body, shaking violently like a headless snake.
It shook a few times, then slowly stopped moving, and fell to the ground, just like an ordinary white cloth.
Tang Sanmu shook his head and sighed: "It seems that you thought wrong again, I am still able to do it with ease."
He had just made use of the feng shui in the yard, seemingly flipping two white cloths at random, but it disrupted the atmosphere of the entire spell.
Originally there were willow leaves like swords, but the layout was changed to create chaos, and the formation was naturally broken.
After several people let go, they coughed violently, but they were not willing to give up.
After calming down, I wanted to entangle him again and pressed the seal with my hand.
But Tang Sanmu came straight to Mustache, swiped his sword finger on the white cloth just now, and then drew a rune on his forehead.
The speed was so fast that the mustache had no time to react.
"I have told you many times, if you use the power of the netherworld to harm others, you will end up hurting yourself.
There is no good or evil in magic, but there are good and evil in people.
You deserve to be punished for your evil deeds!"
As he finished speaking, Tang Sanmu had finished drawing the talisman.
The talisman itself is not shown, but you can clearly see a black line on the mustache's forehead, just like a closed eye.
The black line was not drawn on, but more like a bruise spreading from the inside out.
The next moment, under Tang Sanmu's eyes, he could see strange human hands protruding directly from the void, grabbing fiercely on Mustache's legs and shoulders.
Mustache staggered a few times, his whole body trembled, and he asked tremblingly: "You...Tang Sanmu, what did you do!"