"The Minghun Array, open." At this time, Zhen Yuanzi suddenly opened his eyes and let out a loud shout.

The talisman paper in front of everyone burned black flames and turned into ashes. Only golden runes remained, and they did not disperse and hung in the air.

At the same time, the talisman array under the feet of several people also lit up, and beams of light rose from it, covering the several people.

Immediately afterwards, a spot of light burst out from the middle of the eyebrows of the people, passing through the golden rune in front of them, wrapped in golden light and hitting the forehead of the yellow eyebrows.

Huang Mei suddenly felt as if she was struck by lightning. Her body suddenly shook and her head couldn't help but tilt backwards.

"Well……"

A light sound came from his throat, and his head was leaning back down weakly, as if he had lost consciousness and fell asleep. In his sea of ​​consciousness, seven golden light spots gathered together, and seven figures appeared, which were Chen Luo and others.

In the middle of the space of consciousness, a yellow-browed monk was cross-legged, his face exactly the same as the yellow-browed monk, but his expression was a little more fierce. His ears were no longer hanging down his shoulders, but he wore two rings on it, and his body was still dressed in a monk's robe. He was wearing a black cassock with evil spirits on his outside, which looked a little more evil.

The villain whose souls of several people were manifested, pinched the magic tricks and surrounded the yellow-browed soul.

The latter did not look fearful, but instead smiled freely: "Haha, do you think that by entering my sea of ​​consciousness, you can control my soul?"

Everyone turned a deaf ear to his words, and their hands kept moving, all waving their palms out...

I saw a golden light on everyone's hands, and golden chains extended out from their palms, stinging the yellow-browed soul.

Huangmei looked at it intently and found that the golden chains were densely packed, all of which were made up of tiny runes, emitting strong waves of souls.

A solemn look flashed in his eyes, and the sound of chanting began to sound in his mouth.

In his own sea of ​​consciousness, Huang Mei had the advantage of the territorial power. The moment his chanting sounded, the power of the soul spreading around began to shrink into his soul body.

The black cassock covered by his soul, without wind, began to swell up, and the black light was lit up on it, facing the straight rune chains.

"Clang..."

A sound of metallic attack sounded in his sea of ​​consciousness, and all seven golden chains pierced the black cassock, pressing them out of deep dents, but they failed to break them in one fell swoop.

“So tough…”

Chen Luo felt the changes on the cassock, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This black cassock may not be weaker than the golden cassock transformed by the soul of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"Never mind, he alone has the power of his soul, but he can't stand the seven of us. Continue to recite the Ming Soul Curse." At this time, Zhen Yuanzi's voice sounded.

The Shen Luoshu immediately calmed down and began to chant the Ming Soul Spell.

The chanting at this moment is different from before. It is directly chanting with the soul, consuming a lot of soul power. Everyone's voice is not loud, but when they are combined, they will explode like bursts of thunder in the sea of ​​consciousness of the yellow eyebrows.

Huangmei's expression suddenly changed, and then he finally understood the power of this Minghun Array.

What entered his soul was just a soul clone of the sinking few people. Only with the blessing of the magic circle could they have such power. They could toss and do whatever they wanted in Huangmei's sea of ​​consciousness, even if they consumed their power, it would be fine to collapse inside.

But his sea of ​​consciousness may not be able to withstand such troubles. Once the sea of ​​consciousness collapses and the soul has no support, it will be no different from floating outside. It will be blown by the strong wind every day and dissipate sooner or later.

Moreover, once the sea of ​​consciousness collapses, these people will definitely not give him a chance to escape, and it is impossible to stop the control of the Ming Soul Curse.

"Since you have to fight to the death, no one can think of it." Huangmei shouted.

The black robe outside his body suddenly contracted, tightly wrapping his soul, causing seven golden chains to pierce, but his soul stood up and swirled in the air, wrapping all the chains around his body.

The chains were entangled and pulled, and the souls of the sinking people were quickly pulled closer and leaned towards the yellow-browed soul.

"No, he wants to explode his soul." Bull Demon King shouted loudly.

The power of the soul of the late Taiyi monk was not as strong as the physical body. Once it exploded and collapsed, its power was unimaginable. Therefore, before starting the formation operation, Zhen Yuanzi let everyone except the seven of them move to a distance.

"Don't think about it."

Only then did Zhen Yuanzi's soul clone shout loudly, suddenly passed by everyone, raised his hand and turned into a huge palm, suppressing the yellow-browed soul.

The black and white light in his palm gathered, condensed into a Tai Chi Pisces pattern, which rotated quietly and fell down.

Seeing this, Huang Mei's eyes narrowed, and the aura that was about to burst suddenly dissipated.

"You're fooled." He grinned and smiled sarcastically.

As he finished speaking, a golden pocket flew out of his soul's waist. The mouth of the "hulala" bag was wide open, and he directly put it into the bag towards Zhen Yuanzi who was flying down.

"Rede bag?" Yang Jian said in surprise when he saw this.

"Didn't this treasure be destroyed by Maitreya Buddha's death in battle?" Nezha said in shock.

This was the first time Chen Luo saw a magic weapon that could be used in his soul, and he was also surprised.

The seven-person magic circle, Zhen Yuanzi, who had no main formation, suddenly reduced his power. At this time, Huang Mei stopped retreating, but instead pulled Yang Jian's chain and pulled it back suddenly.

Yang Jian's soul clone was unstable and was immediately pulled away and fell directly towards Huangmei.

As he approached, he kicked it out and kicked it backwards. The golden chains extending from his palm suddenly broke.

Outside the space of consciousness, Yang Jian and Zhen Yuanzi woke up one after another. The light columns outside each had disappeared, and their faces were a little unsightly.

"Great Immortal, what should I do now?" Yang Jian lost his mind for a moment.

"I didn't expect that the race bag was on him, so I was careless... The formation could not be changed halfway. I could only wait for them to fail to withdraw and try again next time." Zhen Yuanzi said.

"Are you sure about the next time? Although it is just a soul clone, it cannot withstand such loss..." Yang Jian asked.

"I know he has someone to grow a bag. Next time, I will be more careful, but I don't know if he has any help?" Zhen Yuanzi said with some uncertainty.

Regarding the Tao of the Spirit, they are indeed not good at Wuzhuang Temple. This Minghun array was also exchanged with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva back then. The two of them were considered old friends in the past.

While the two were talking, a light of escape flew over and Morona fell down.

"Zhenyuan Daxian, Jiu Ming has led his men to capture him." Before he could stand firm, he shouted hurriedly.

"What?" Zhen Yuanzi stood up suddenly.
Chapter completed!