Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 564: "Special Skills" for Detaining Spirits and Sending Generals

"Ouch!"

Not to mention Guan Shihua, even Liao Huzi opened his eyes wide and looked up at the five giant beasts that were several meters long.

"Did you get it out for the immortals?" Liao Huzi walked around the old men, patted the new body of the snake fairy in the sky-penetrating hole, shook his head and said, "They are all from the outer five elements, there is only one willow fairy, and he can only give treatment. You can't scare people with just a head."

"puff!"

The big snake swung its tail and threw Liao Huzi onto the courtyard wall, allowing Liao Huzi to experience the same treatment as He Songling on the snow mountain, and allowing the animal fairy to show that beating people is like hanging a painting.

"Boy, is this the look on your face when you ask me for help?" the snake fairy said unhappily.

"Is that so..."

Liao Huzi came down from the wall, brushed the dust off his pants, and smacked his lips twice to show that he was not quite convinced.

Every profession has its own expertise. The Ma family in Northeast China has been cultivating this area for many years. Those immortals of the five elements have been established here and have been ancestors for many years. Some of them have many hidden tricks.

The magic of the horse and the witchcraft, which require external objects to maximize the power of the whole method, are indeed not something that He Songling can surpass with his talent. Liao Huzi has his own immortal family and methods, and he is confident that he can be better than these five fancy things.

"That's not what I'm showing you. This is just a little trick I made up to show off. It's just for show. If I give it to you, you can't keep it."

He Songling did not lie, these tiger kings and the like were completely supported by the divine painting method and Qi. Even though He Songling was now able to use his innate Qi, it was still an acquired technique; even with innate techniques, the mountain god weasel on the mountain could not guarantee that his Qi would continue to exist after being released.

"I pulled this out mainly to show you how Chi flows. Look at this."

He Songling pointed in the air, and the Qi tiger's body began to flow, reorganizing the tiger's body in a strange route.

It seemed as if the effort was completely in vain, as the tigers used both times were exactly the same, but the expressions of the two people from the horse-riding families became serious.

They have been dealing with these immortals for many years, and they can clearly see that these Qi bodies have undergone a strange change after being entangled and recombined in this way.

Changes are not a problem. What worries Liao Huzi and his apprentice the most is that they have no idea what the change is aimed at. If it is applied to the spirit medium, whether it will be good or bad for their own magic.

This is the most important thing. How can someone who specializes in summoning gods be stumped by others? This is no different from a random amateur scientist in later generations being able to solve the mathematical problems that have troubled Fields Medal winners for many years.

This is not only counterintuitive, it's counterscientific.

Now He Songling is also using this trick to reverse the practice of refining Qi.

Because these professional things must be collided and enhanced through inheritance, communication and use. There is no such thing as a wilderness master who can create something by working alone in the mountains.

"What on earth is this?" Liao Huzi couldn't help but ask.

"This is a little gadget I've researched recently. Use it when you're inviting spirits to possess you. Putting on a shell like this can prevent outsiders from seizing your 'spirit'." He Songling certainly couldn't refine Qi while refining counter-Qi at the same time. It's true that a person can't become a hermit by working in isolation, but he's not alone either.

This is a little trick he created after meeting the mountain god Wong Tai Sin.

Because I wanted to prepare for my own breakthrough, I followed what Wong Tai Sin said and used the innate Qi in my body to unconsciously and instinctively record the flow of Wong Tai Sin's Qi.

Although Wong Tai Sin is a mountain god, he is ultimately a descendant of an animal fairy from the Shamanism. The most obvious reaction of He Songling's innate Qi body to its ways was the magic of riding a horse that he had just learned.

Although there was only a little bit of track, it was still recorded by He Songling. This is the advantage of the innate soul cooperating with the innate qi body. Although the two cannot be integrated now, they can already barely draw dragons and tigers and extract "miracle" level spells from the fairy arts.

Although his little trick cannot resist the innate level of soul control magic, as a "soul-binding and general-dispatching" that interprets the innate magic after birth, don't think of taking away the soul from the practitioner of this magic. They are all spells that came from the immortals, so which one is higher and which one is lower?

"Ah? Outsiders are forcibly taking our spirits?" Liao Huzi and Guan Shihua were both stunned. Then Guan Shihua laughed without giving any face:
"Brother, stop talking nonsense. We have practiced the art of horse riding for thousands of years. We are one with the immortals. Who can strip the immortals from us? If they can, it will be easy for them to kill us. What's the point of me being able to prevent him from stripping my spirit?"

"If I say yes, then yes. Liao Huzi, you are old now. It doesn't matter if you practice or not. You must make sure that your tiger disciple learns this thing and learns it well. Is that ok?"

He Songling had a particularly cunning smile on his face. In his previous life, he liked to give children some exercise materials or something like that as red envelopes, and then watch the children's brothers and sisters break down. In this life, this bad taste has not changed at all, but has become worse.

"Of course, if you don't learn something good, wouldn't that be a loss?"

Although Liao Huzi still didn't understand the value and meaning of the thing, he knew that it was indeed a good thing. If there was a good thing, he should take it for himself, no matter whether it was useful or not. If he didn't use it, what if someone else did? That would be a good time to make a big profit.

Taking advantage of any opportunity and being shameless are the basic qualities of the heads of the sects that have been able to grow big and powerful in modern times, except Zuo Rutong.

Liao Huzi smashed Guan Shihua's head with his pipe, and laughed at the little tiger girl who burst into tears. "Don't worry, I will beat her until she learns this trick."

"Hehehehe, okay."

He Songling was looking forward to the frustrated expression on Wang Ai's face when he, the fat boy, came to show his strength to his beloved woman in the future with his spirits and generals.

This thing is actually of little use. Apart from capturing spirits and sending generals, who can forcibly plunder the "spirit" of others?

It is purely aimed at arresting spirits and sending generals.

Feng Tianyang never dreamed that before he could figure out his unique skills, something targeting him was already waiting for him.

But it didn't matter. He Songling's grandson was narrow-minded. He still remembered that among the first group of people instigated and hired by Wang Ai to attack and rob him of his "magic power", there was a witch from Liangshan. The disciples of Liangshan, females are called witches and males are called shamans, and they are all from the same school.

That time, the relationship between Wang Ai and Feng Tianyang was all involved. If we didn’t target them, who the hell should we target?

(End of this chapter)