Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 120 Zhongda, you are finally in my hands

The snake opened its mouth, evil fire raged, and black flames were ready to burst out.

"Copy Blood Tiger."

Sima Yi bit his lip, and blood dripped down his chest. He used the blood as ink to draw two strong and ferocious tigers.

Two tigers, one on each side, pounced on Yan Huan who was standing on the Teng Snake and bit him.

Swish!
Suddenly, the golden threads moved and formed a dazzling golden net, covering the blood tiger and crushing it in a moment.

Sima Yi gritted his teeth, and his muscles faded away, and his strength gradually declined.

"it is as expected."

Things were exactly as Yan Huan had guessed. After Sima Yi maintained one copying ability, the previous spell he cast would be weakened. In other words, he simply could not maintain multiple copying spells running at once.

"Bifang."

He whispered softly, and the bluebird started singing. The clear ghost light from its wings covered the Teng Snake.

Teng Snake's five elements are fire, assisted by wood. This evil black flame is powerful and unstoppable.

Zhuge Qing, who was facing Shekou in the distance, was stunned. "Wait... wait a minute! Master, if you breathe down this black flame, my ancestral temple and I will both be destroyed!"

"Teng Snake." Upon hearing this, Yan Huan gestured.

The giant black-scaled snake bit Sima Yi, shook its head and threw him into the air. Its roots and vines flew over like a dragon and bound his limbs tightly.

Sima Yi said angrily, "Don't think that without the True Fire Samadhi, I have no magic that targets the soul."

Copy Sambo Hammer!
An unremarkable three-headed wooden hammer appeared in his hand. As the name suggests, the Three Treasures Hammer is made to shake people's spirit. This technique is also one of the major achievements of the Phoenix Mountain's deity research, and it originated from Liu Bei, the Emperor Zhaolie of the Han Dynasty.

"go with!"

With these words, the Three Treasures Hammer flew straight towards Yan Huan. The natal elf and the witch had a relationship of sharing weal and woe, and they prospered and suffered together. As long as the witch who controlled the spirit beast was captured, the black flame could be blocked.

Before the hammer arrived, evil black flames shot out and the dragon flew straight up!
"Water mirror!"

Sima Yi roared angrily and met the attack head-on.

The strange thing is that although the black flames are fierce, there is no obvious burning sensation. When you are in it, you will only feel a chill, as if you have fallen into a dark pool or drowned in the deep sea.

The vines were burned to ashes, and Sima Yi, whose limbs were free again, hugged his body tightly. A distant and familiar voice sounded in his ears.

"Grand Commander, forgive me for being blunt, but even if Zhuge Liang were really alive, wouldn't you dare to fight him head-on?"

Suddenly, there were sounds of drums beating, shouting, and horse hooves thundering.

"Sima Yi, don't leave. You have fallen into my trap!"

"Zhuge Liang died on the night of August 23. Before he died, he had someone put seven grains of rice in his mouth and light a long-burning lamp under his feet to protect his body from decay. He also placed a wooden statue under his feet to scare his father."

Sima Yi, who was burning with black fire, struggled in pain and roared, "The whole army retreats! Quick, retreat!"

"What a shame, what a great shame! Do you know what future generations will say? Fearing Shu like a tiger, the dead Zhuge scared away the living Zhongda, this story will probably be passed down for a hundred years!"

Yan Huan jumped into the air, flapped his wings and hovered in front of Sima Yi, who was in deep panic and confusion.

"Be more confident, this has been passed down for more than a thousand years!"

Sima Yi looked up and seemed unable to see the person in front of him. He saw that the army was ambushed on the road. Kong Ming was sitting in a chariot on the edge of a mountain, looking down at everything from above. He looked calm, as if everything was within his calculations.

"Zhuge Village Man, you are not dead!?"

In an instant, the living flesh and blood became dry and hard, Kong Ming's expression became stiff, and he turned into a lifeless wooden statue.

After a moment of silence, Sima Yi's eyes dimmed, and he stared at the wooden statue of Kong Ming lifelessly, "Why did you die? Wouldn't I, Sima Yi, be lonely if you died? Although you and I are enemies that have not been seen for a hundred years, we are also soulmates that have not been seen in a thousand years..."

Yan Huan looked at Sima Yi who was muttering to himself, and was stunned for a moment.

The Soaring Snake Technique can cause people to be haunted by nightmares and evoke hidden shadows in their hearts. The black flame from the snake's mouth naturally has the attributes of magic.

What Yan Huan didn't expect was that when Zhuge Liang was alive, Sima Yi was afraid of him, and when Zhuge Liang died, Sima Yi was still afraid of him.

"No wonder you want to have fun with the descendants of Wu Hou."

I'll send you back! Yan Huan picked up the Soul-Calming Bell, gathered all the Qi in his body, and sent out the sound of the bell.

jingle! jingle!
Sima Yi's soul was torn and pulled at his body, and with the Teng Snake's black flame causing trouble, his soul was quickly shaken out of his body.

Be it reincarnation or divine armament, Yan Huan has never seen the impact of stolen beliefs on the soul.

This is a good opportunity to take a glimpse into the true face of the soul.

Sima Yi's soul was shaken out, and the shadow floating in the air twisted and changed, gradually condensing into shape.

Yan Huan widened his eyes. He had never seen such a strange and bizarre soul. A transparent liquid-like thick paste adhered to the flesh and a human shape could be seen. The thing was split into two in the middle, but was still connected together.

One is a Phoenix Mountain researcher, and the other is Sima Yi.

This situation seems even stranger than the soul of Liu Hongzhong whose boyhood fate has deteriorated. It can even be said to be two souls in one body.

The connection between the two souls and the body is one strong and one weak. Sima Yi's connecting part is as thin as a gossamer, as if it would break if touched.

"The diseased part of the boy's life can be removed, but the extra soul connected to the body may..."

Hey!
Yan Huan had a wicked smile on his face and touched the Teng Snake under him, "Old buddy, you're back."

The huge black snake raised its head slightly and said contemptuously, "That's it?"

Then He looked down at Sima who was surrounded by black flames, snorted coldly, and turned into black mist that gathered in Yan Huan's palm.

Seeing the free black air fall on the center of the eyebrows, after putting away the Teng Snake, the next is the special performance of the Wood Spirit Bifang.

Snapped!
Snap your fingers.

room!

···
"No...Bifang, black wooden box!"

"It's time for surgery."

The shadow walls gathered together, the dark cubes were spliced ​​together, and the exclusive territory constructed by the wood spirit unfolded. Everything within the range became a plaything in Yan Huan's hands.

Sima Yi's soul left his body and was entangled in terrifying nightmares. He had no heart or strength to fight again. His barely formed soul waved his hands around and groped around in confusion.

The place where the two souls were attached was as thin as the smooth thread between broken lotus roots. The big-headed ghost could easily tear it apart without the help of all the elves.

After completely severing the connection between the two souls, Yan Huan pulled Sima Yi out of the researcher's body and removed the effect of the Teng Snake Jingji Xuzha technique.

The spirit of the weapon, Sanchegu, spit out an iron chain from its mouth and tied him up tightly, making him unable to move.

Sima Yi’s current condition was almost like fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by Yan Huan.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Yan Huan slapped Sima Yi three times in a row, waking him up from his nightmare. "Zhongda, you finally fell into my hands!"

Hey?
Sima Yi's brain froze, and his spirit body floating in the air looked at his fallen body in disbelief.

"Why, why is it like this?"

As long as there is life, the connection between the body and the soul cannot be severed by magic. This is the subtle law of the operation of heaven and earth, and even the Witch King cannot violate it.

If that was the case, why was I forced out again?
"I've already told you that you are not the original owner of this body."

"But it doesn't matter. Whether you are the godhead formed by stolen faith or the incredible reincarnated spirit, it doesn't matter. What matters is that you are in my hands now."

Sima Yi glanced at the spiritual flag inserted on Yan Huan's waist and swallowed his saliva frequently. This evil magic weapon would never be used in the right way since ancient times.

Am I going to be refined?
There is no need to say much about the fate of the spirit captured by the sorcerer. This time it is really in trouble.

"That Shui Jing~ You see, apart from my bad temper, I haven't done anything harmful to the world. He is the descendant of Zhuge Cunfu, but he is obsessed with it and has gone astray. He has not practiced well enough. Besides, with my provocation, who knows if he can break it and then stand up again in the future?"

"So, can we be gentle?"

"Okay!" Yan Huan pursed her lips, "This simple and straightforward method of subduing the spirit can gain extremely powerful power. I haven't used it yet!"

"Hahahaha... If you don't need this technique to pollute the soul, then don't use it... You can't use it, you can't use it!"

(End of this chapter)