Chapter 1510

In fact, I should have thought of this for a long time. I was just bewildered by the nine Yin array, and naturally thought it might be magic.

It's like eating dumplings. It must be dipped in soy sauce and vinegar. No one can think of salad sauce as a matter of course, but this old man did it.

Who can think of the use of the nine Yin array with hypnotism?

No wonder my talisman doesn't work. It turns out that the disease is here.

For hypnotism, I only know about it, not much.

But if I want to not be hypnotized, or to wake up from it, I have many ways.

The most common way is to plunge into the water, or find a sharp object to pierce the skin, hit the wall hard, and activate the pain nerves, so as to wake up the brain from it.

But this is just the way of ordinary people. If a Yin merchant still uses this method to relieve hypnosis, he will surely be laughed off. What's more, my goal now is not just to wake up completely from this hypnosis, but to counter him.

The old man's hypnotism is really powerful, but it also reveals his weakness.

Otherwise, I'm already trapped in the array. He only needs to use some small hands. With the help of this array, the power will increase exponentially. Don't say to escape at that time, I'm afraid he won't even survive.

Although this array is so mysterious that I can't escape for a while, it can't do anything to me without the cooperation of magic.

From this point of view, he may not be able to cast magic at all, or not at all.

In that case, I'll show him my means!

Let him have a good look at how to use the nine Yin array.

I made up my mind, sat down with my knees crossed, took out three talismans one after another, placed them in front of me, and then formed a three talents array of heaven, earth and man - three talents melt three spirits, lock the body away from the sun, and then close my eyes slightly.

"On!" I suddenly had a high drink and flew up.

The white light suddenly disappeared, revealing the original simple mound.

I am now out of my body, my feet are floating in the air, I look back, my body is still sitting in the same place, my eyes are slightly closed.

This is the soul separation skill learned from the Yin Fu Jing. However, my accomplishments are far inferior to those of the supreme deity. Although I know the profound meaning, I can't perform it all the time.

But it's different in the array of trapped immortals.

This array of magic is extremely exquisite, which is very conducive to the application of soul separation. I don't know how many days it has been sacrificed and refined by that old guy, and its spirit is particularly dignified. Although it's the first time for me to use this technique of soul separation, I can still operate it freely.

I am just a ghost floating in the air at this time. All the methods of controlling nerves and paralyzing the body have no effect on me at all.

Those white light and virtual shadows are illusions. They are no longer there, and they can feel the direction of the array.

At this time, it seems that what eight trigrams nine palaces, what ghosts beat the wall, is just a big mound!

The old man is the only one in the whole mound.

Soul is very sensitive to soul. I immediately found the place where this guy stands and went straight to the past.

He had been hiding in the small mound above me, holding a white handkerchief, shaking constantly.

He saw that I was still sitting in the same place, not in a coma, and there was a trace of doubt on my old face. It may be strange how hypnotism doesn't work for me?

I'm just a soul now. It's no different from the cold air. This old guy can't find out.

Standing next to him, I observed for a while, and found that the old man was indeed an ordinary man. I could not detect the trace of half silk spirit power on him. No wonder he had already introduced me into the array, but used hypnotism and other "left-hand methods" instead of magic.

I floated right in front of him and clapped at his temple of heaven.

The old guy's body was soft and spread on the ground. His soul was photographed by me.

As the saying goes: the body is like a ship, and the soul is a boatman. The usual beating is just a collision between ships. If the boatman is pushed out by someone, the ship will naturally be out of balance.

Obviously, that old guy didn't expect me to play it!

As soon as his soul came out of his body, he was stuck in his neck by me. He fell a few times in succession, which made him dying.

The soul is damaged, even if your body is no longer strong, it is useless.

Before he wakes up, I quickly float back to my body. Although I succeeded in leaving the soul with the help of the big array, I was not able to get out of the body for a long time.

As soon as my soul returned, I ran towards the mountain in a hurry and stepped on his chest.

After a long time, the old man opened his eyes slightly, stared at a pair of yellow eyes, half stunned and half puzzled at me.

"Say! Who are you? Why are you doing evil here? " I roared.

The old man was panting and muttering something.But the voice is too small and the tone is strange. I didn't hear it clearly for a while.

"Speak up for me!"

The old man gasped, accumulated some strength and said again.

His voice is louder this time. I can hear him clearly, but I can't even understand a word, because this guy is not speaking Chinese at all, but Japanese.

"You and he still play tricks on me?"

Now I hate it even more. My feet get worse and I swear loudly: "go to you. Damn it, talk to me!"

Although it's located at the border of China and Vietnam, it's still in China after all. All the strong men speak Mandarin. The old man is with them all day long and is still their leader. There's no reason to be a Japanese.

The old guy didn't seem to understand what I said. There was a little doubt in his eyes, but he still stressed his patience and said it again. It was still Japanese.

It seems that this is indeed a ghost.

Although he didn't know any magic, he could hypnotize and arrange the array by such means. How could he go to such a poor country.

What on earth did he do?

What's more, if he doesn't know magic, where does Qin Na's murder number come from? Is there anyone else besides that?

I was wondering, suddenly the old guy turned his wrist, a blue light came out, straight to my throat!