"Ah, why did I come out of this trap?" Wei Ye shaved the annoying preaching smile and shook the three iron talismans in his hand. "The obstacles and unobstructed talismans from the Earth Evil Scroll of "Ruyi Treasure Book", the talismans of the Liberation Net, the Transformation and Descent Talisman, and it is quite useful to break your magic trap. The talismans sold by Wang Qinian, the stingy uncle, are really expensive... No matter what, you must reimburse Lao Gou when you go back."

Speaking such common words without a trace of murderous aura, the magician had already added a foot-long apricot and yellow flag to his hands, and the bright red word "Huangtian" on the flag was even more eye-catching.

"I have seen Hogwarts' spells and Brother Xiao's unique secret summoning technique, then, show me ugly—" As he said so, he had sent a text message on the team channel:

"The sacrifice begins!"

In the Sun Palace True Flame Formation, which was originally shrouded by fire, light golden light without any fireworks slowly emerged from the fire. In the golden light, a phantom of an octagonal altar appeared. With the appearance of this altar, countless noisy voices seemed to be transmitted from a distance into the corridor of the Red Devils Hall.

Those voices carry all kinds of southern and northern accents, but almost all shout the same sentences. They are a slogan that is familiar to people who are familiar with the history of the Three Kingdoms:

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian should stand!"

Cheng Peng and Wang Hu silently looked at He Ming who was pouring sake to pay tribute to the small altar as big as a palm. He had seen many Taiping Dao altars of this shape. When he was fighting Ma Yuanyi in Luoyang Yizhuang, he had personally dismantled one. However, this kind of small figure altar could also play the role of the Yellow Turban Army's large altars, which he really did not expect.

What was unexpected was that the spells Wei Ye used in the Red Devil Hall to use this altar were exactly the same as the magical magic that Zhang Jiao used against the Han army!

I just don’t know what method Wei Ye used to improve the restrictions on the Taiping Taoist magic that Taiban needs to set up an altar. As long as there is a small figure altar, the same effect can be achieved.

If this new altar that is convenient to transfer and protect and is convenient to popularize the Yellow Turban Army, the Xiyuan Army will lose the strongest tactic of "demolition of the altar", which is the most powerful tactic to deal with the Yellow Turban Army's spells, and will inevitably fall into a hard battle against the Yellow Turban Army in the future.

"That's impossible. That guy studied the sub-book of the Heavenly Book of the Old Gods Zuo Ci's old charlatan to study the old book of the Supreme Lord. Apart from him, even if the great wise and good teacher is still alive, he can't handle this toy altar."

He Ming said with regret.

Wei Ye looked at it with regret. The Tianyin Huaxin Huaxin Curse is one of the most domineering magic tricks in "Taiping Yao Stories" - one of the most domineering techniques. In the past, Zhang Jiao used it to wash the brains of the Han army. Even those two-star Han generals had the opportunity to wash a few of this great curse for them to devoutly convert to Taiping Taoism. However, Xiao Moran and Chen Wumian were players after all, and they were all magicians who ranked among the top ten in the fantasy village. For their high willpower, it was not too difficult to exempt the Tianyin Huaxin Huaxin Curse from the confused effect. Even if Wei Ye was lucky enough to wash it successfully, it was just that they temporarily lost control of their body and were in a state of chaos.

Here he regrets that there are too many spell restrictions, too many covers, and too many shortcomings in "Taiping Yaoshu". Seeing Chen Wumian and Xiao Moran concentrating on fighting this brainwashing noise, he changed several spells with his left hand, pressed them on the sword, and increased the decibels of the brainwashing noise a little.

The noise was so loud that even Wei Ye didn't notice when the door to the big library behind him opened:

“It’s really inappropriate to be so noisy in someone else’s residence.”

A faint girl's voice sounded, and huge cold bubbles fell down, clattering and rain fell like a slump.

The altar collapsed, the spell protection dispersed, and the fire array was extinguished.

Even the figure altar that was poured by He Ming with the specialty of the Boli Shrine at the gate suddenly burst out from the altar, which split into pieces, ending its historical mission.

The rain fell, revealing three spell casters who were so embarrassed by the sudden heavy rain that they were as embarrassed as if they were falling into a chicken. Wei Ye's crown was tilted to his temples, Chen Wumian's sharp-cornered cap drooped down to block his vision, Xiao Moran's T-shirt lined under his short jacket was soaked in water and became translucent, which was close to his well-trained abdominal muscles.

Despite such a embarrassment, the three of them had to show the etiquette of the spellcaster to the purple-haired girl wearing a crescent hat in front of them. They had not forgotten all of them:

"Teacher Pachuli?"

"Mr. Pachuli!"

"Miss Pachuli."

Holding a book of ancient magic books that looked very valuable, the sick girl who was half floating in the atmosphere did not feel like giving a greeting. She just looked at the corridor messed up by arrows, flames, spells and traps indifferently, and said: "People who completely lack the necessary calmness of sages are only qualified to work hard. Remember to help Sakiya clean up the place." Then she brought the beautiful demon scribe with a red-haired red-haired man back to the big library, too lazy to even say extra words.

"Ah... Teacher Paqiuli! I must be hated!" Chen Wumian hugged his head and let out a wail.

"If she was really hated, she wouldn't have used the water elemental magic "Noah's Flood". She should have directly shot the 'Saint Almo' to blow us away." Wei Ye kindly comforted her while twisting the water in the sleeves of the Taoist suit, but the way of comforting was not very clever.

Xiao Moran sneered, without saying a word, he stood up and walked towards the exit of the corridor.

"Moran, where are you going?" Chen Wumian shouted behind her, holding the sharp-cornered hat that had become heavy because of the water.

"Go and get cleaning tools. As part of the Red Devils, isn't it natural to clean the area we are responsible for?"

As he said this, Xiao Moran slowed down and waited for his friend to catch up with him while twisting the water from the wizard's hat.

Wei Ye's voice rang lazily: "Then, cleaning is a good deal."
Chapter completed!