The tailor watched the arrivals.
They too looked at him, their aged eyes gleaming and restless.
It was then.
The abbot of Mount Wutai, clasping his hands, said:
"Amitabha, everyone, let's strike together. No matter what, we must make this benefactor from the Senluo Division stay here."
His voice rang out.
The other elders nodded, and without a word, they all advanced towards the tailor.
The tailor remained silent, facing them directly, ghostly energy surging. Facing these six top-tier combatants, she did not dare to be careless. Her mended face showed solemnity for the first time. With a thought.
Two figures rushed out from a distance.
Turning to look,
One figure was a burly, tall man, and the other an old, thin, and pale man. But without exception, both were patched and mended, two reanimated corpses made of puppets.
"It seems you were prepared."
An old Taoist priest spoke. He was from Mount Longhu, and was Lu Lianxue's grandfather!
As one of the elder generation of ghost exorcists, and a high-level combatant, how could he not see that the tailor was prepared? They had originally thought they were surrounding the tailor, but in reality, the tailor intended to surround and eliminate them, to keep them here.
Instantly.
Three tailors and six elder titans of the ghost exorcism world erupted into battle.
For a time.
Buddhist chants lingered, Taoist talismans flew like thunder, and ghostly energy rustled, filling the area. It was completely different from the peace outside, as if one was in a fantasy world and the other in the modern world.
...
At the same time.
In a deep mountain cave in the Greater Khingan Range in Northeast China.
At this moment.
Fatty, unaware of what was happening with the tailor, stood before an altar, chanting ghostly languages. Around him were scattered bones, of ghosts, corpses, humans, and demons...
The scene was bloody.
These bones were piled into mountains, forming nine small mounds arranged in a circle. The blood flowing from the bone mountains followed the trenches drawn on the ground, refining into a massive altar formation formed by the gathered blood.
Fatty, however, paid no attention to this.
Continuously, following the chanted words, he threw in bones and precious ghostly materials into the center of the altar.
At the same time.
His gaze never left the center of the altar, his eyes showing unprecedented solemnity, daring not to slacken in the slightest.
No.
To be precise.
He was not looking at the center of the altar, but at a banner in the center of the altar.
It was a blood-stained banner. It looked tattered. Compared to the bloody scene around it, this blood-stained banner did not look particularly terrifying. But Fatty knew that the most terrifying thing here was not the altar, nor the formation, but that banner!
This was the purpose of the Senluo Division's great chaos in the Northeast.
To refine a national-level ghostly object – the Soul Summoning Banner.
The Soul Summoning Banner, to this day, has legends circulating among the people. It is said that in ancient times, there was a banner named the Soul Summoning Banner. Its waving was not to boost morale, nor to symbolize anything, but to summon wandering souls.
For this reason.
In the folk funerals of some regions, people would prepare banners similar to the Soul Summoning Banner for the funeral, to summon the souls of deceased family members back, to guide the banner and summon souls, to purify the soul, to invite them across the bridge, and to chant scriptures to guide the souls into reincarnation.
Not only that.
Among Taoist priests and the Maoshan Sect, there are also magical artifacts like the Soul Summoning Banner. The small banners placed on altars during soul summoning in Lin Zhengying's movies are actually a type of Soul Summoning Banner, and their power is to guide souls for transcendence.
However.
The power of these Soul Summoning Banners is very small, not on the same level as the Soul Summoning Banner before him.
The Soul Summoning Banner that the Senluo Division wants is – national-level!
What is a national-level magical artifact?
It is an artifact that can suppress the peace and well-being of a nation, its power so great that it can shake a country.
And national-level ghostly objects are the opposite.
The power of a national-level ghostly object is so great that it is enough to destroy a country.
At this moment.
Looking at the gradually refining Soul Summoning Banner before him, Fatty couldn't help but recall what the tailor had told him when she first left the Northeast.
She had said:
"Using the ancient burial shrouds stained with the blood of tens of thousands of people as the banner surface, with the blood of humans, demons, ghosts, and monsters as the guide, combined with this dragon脉 land of the Northeast, to refine a national-level ghostly object, the Soul Summoning Banner. Once refined, with the wave of the banner, even living people will have their souls drawn out, and even ghosts who have entered reincarnation can be pulled back."
"And with this banner, the Senluo Division will be greatly strengthened."
Recalling the tailor's words.
Fatty subconsciously glanced at a box in his pocket. It was given to him by the tailor earlier, saying that after the refining was complete, he should help her with a favor. When the time came, he would know what the favor was by opening the box.
Thinking of this.
Fatty shook his head and muttered:
"Being a villain is really hard. Oh well, let's finish this quickly, do the tailor's favor, and then find Zhang Wei to play some games."
With these words.
Fatty waved his hand in front of his nose, dispelling the foul, bloody smell that assaulted him.
Time flew by.
Rumble.
The earth shook and the mountains trembled. Not only the entire cave, but the entire Greater Khingan Range was violently shaking.
Even.
Looking up at the sky.
The previously clear blue sky was covered in a dark mass, as if something had happened that angered heaven. The sky was gloomy, with thunder rumbling, as if God was roaring in anger.
At this moment.
The Greater Khingan Range experienced an earthquake, the sky turned as dark as if it were collapsing, and countless birds and fowls were frightened and scattered, fleeing in all directions to get away from the Greater Khingan Range. Not only birds and fowls, but all beasts, from ferocious Siberian tigers to small insects, were trembling.
Relying on the animals' instinct to sense danger, the animals in the Greater Khingan Range were fleeing madly, as if this primeval mountain range was no longer suitable for them to survive, and there was only danger here.
It was also at this moment.
Not only in the Greater Khingan Range, but also outside, the tailor and others who were far away sensed something and looked towards the Greater Khingan Range.
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The old Taoist priest fighting with the tailor looked intently. With his powerful strength, he could see the sky in the direction of the distant Greater Khingan Range filled with a deep red that ordinary people could not see, a blood-red, as if tens of thousands of wronged souls were floating and crying in the sky, making it extremely eerie.
Seeing this.
The old Taoist priest's expression changed. He quickly calculated with his fingers, and instantly his wrinkled old face was moved:
"A ghostly object has been refined, national-level?! Cough!"
He said halfway through.
Perhaps upon calculating the existence of a national-level ghostly object like the Soul Summoning Banner, he suffered a backlash. Even the powerful old Taoist priest from Mount Longhu coughed up blood.
However.
Although his voice was not loud, everyone around heard it and looked at the tailor in unison, clearly understanding the situation.
"Amitabha, Benefactor, you are truly ruthless!"
The abbot of Mount Wutai was enraged. He did not expect this mastermind to risk his own safety to attract their attention.
"If I wasn't ruthless, how could I refine a national-level ghostly object in secret from all of you?"
The tailor replied coldly.
She had no intention of hiding anything. After all, the Soul Summoning Banner had already been refined, and since the other party had calculated it, such a huge commotion could not be concealed.
With these words.
She glanced at a mended corpse of an old man not far away. It was one of her puppet corpses. Unlike the representatives sent by the five major sects from the Northeast, these six elders were powerful and had already killed one of her puppets.
She believed that it wouldn't be long before her two puppets were captured, and even her true body would be captured.
But she didn't care.
Because the Soul Summoning Banner had been refined. Thinking of this, a smile appeared on her usually numb face.
This scene.
Was seen by the abbot of Mount Wutai and the others present. It was as if she were mocking them, making them furious.
"First, capture this mastermind. We'll deal with the ghostly object later."
The old Taoist priest spoke.
The others nodded and continued to attack the tailor.
On the other side.
The commotion in the Greater Khingan Range was too great. The national-level ghostly object was refined, and not only did the old Taoist priest and others feel it, but the dragon脉 in the Northeast, far beyond the Greater Khingan Range, also trembled, emitting dragon roars.
It could be confirmed.
From this day forward, Great Xia would be in turmoil, and it would be known that the Senluo Division had a power capable of rivaling the Wei Dao Division, possessing its own national-level ghostly object!
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