Most of the police force had already entered the mountains to search. Since they had come from abroad, Li Wei's corpse-chasing technique, which was one of his two great skills, would be crippled. It was impossible for him to bring the corpses across the border.
If he wanted to refine the corpse, it would be even more impossible. Now, most of them were cremated. Even if he dug up someone's ancestral grave and really dug up the corpse, it would not be completed in a short period of time. It would be truly lethal.
"Little Feng, are you ready?"
? Zhao Ping stood on the altar in the backyard and asked Lin Feng. Although he couldn't see Lin Feng's strength, he knew that this young man wasn't weak.
"No problem! Uncle, don't worry, it's just a few specters, the three of us can definitely flatten him!”
Lin Feng replied confidently, as if he was not afraid of anything.
The reason why he was so confident was that Li Wei had no way to cause fatal damage to him in the Spirit Altar Reflection.
This ability was like a bug.
"Alright, I'm ready to start cooking. Old Zhang, help me.”
Then, he spoke to the engraving artist, Old Zhang. They had grown up together and had a good understanding of each other. They were able to complete the preparations on the altar.
Actually, it was only temporary. They cleared out the backyard of the Zhao family and placed a large water tank in the middle.
A three-foot-tall platform was set up in front of the water tank. On it was a table, an incense burner, and various tributes.
Even though the engraving artist Old Zhang didn't say much, he was definitely a person of society. He didn't say many harsh words.
He stood beside the altar and waved his hands. Paper pieces flew out from his sleeves, pockets, and soles. Even paper figurines were hidden in his hair.
"I've seen it. I've really seen the world this time.”
Lin Feng was dumbfounded as he looked at the engraving artist, Old Zhang. At this moment, the third prince, Nezha, stood on the left behind Old Zhang.
At this moment, the Third Prince was fully equipped. He had three heads and six arms. Each of them was holding a weapon. Some were holding gold bricks, some were holding Universe Rings, and some were holding Heaven Sash. They were stepping on Firestorm Wheels, and their faces were filled with killing intent.
On the right stood Immortal Erlang. The third eye between his eyebrows was shining with golden light, as if it could illuminate the three worlds and six paths, killing demons and devils.
Behind him was the Heavenly Roar Dog. It was majestic, as if it was hunting a god.
Behind him was a large group of paper men that were about the height of a calf. Each of them held a knife, spear, sword, halberd, axe, hook, and fork in their hands. It was as if they were in a military parade. They followed behind Old Zhang in an orderly manner.
Zhao Ping stood on the altar and began to chant the incantation.
" The fragrance is heavy, the heaven and earth light up, the fragrance shines through the Heavenly Gate, the golden birds run like clouds, arrows, jade rabbits, the light is like the wheel of a carriage, the Southern Star, the Big Dipper, the sky, the sky, the colorful clouds, the chaos, the palace of the Emperor Star opens the sacred palace, the paradise, the jade girl invites the immortal, the journey of thousands of miles, the fragrance stretches out, please…"
Please welcome the loyal Divine Martial Emperor Guan Sheng!”
Zhao Ping drew his last breath, and the honorific title of Emperor Guan Sheng echoed in the courtyard.
Emperor Guan Sheng, who was worshiped at the side, had a bright divine light in his eyes. A light appeared under his feet like a divine bridge.
A Divine General, Emperor Guan Sheng, riding on a red rabbit horse and holding a Green Dragon Crescent Blade, stepped on the passage formed by the golden light and walked out of the statue, standing behind Zhao Ping.
With a wave of his broadsword, eight cavalrymen stood behind him, forming a small team to charge forward.
A murderous aura emanated from the small group of soldiers led by the Emperor Lord.
"It looks like this is a contest of numbers and momentum. I can't lose this round.”
Seeing that Zhao Ping and Old Zhang had already made their moves, Lin Feng couldn't show any weakness. After all, he was invited by Uncle Zhao with 20 spirit nourishing incense sticks.
He couldn't lose his face.
"Hey, ya! Yayayaya!"
Lin Feng's sudden shout startled Uncle Zhang and Uncle Zhao.
They turned their heads and observed to see what this little brother was up to.
Lin Feng's eyes widened in anger. A golden weasel's face appeared on Lin Feng's face. Not only did it not give off a demonic feeling, but it also gave off a dignified and sacred feeling.
Vaguely, the two of them could see an exquisite pagoda above Lin Feng's head. It suppressed the void and gave them a great shock.
Of course, every hall had a unique poem to summon soldiers and horses. However, Lin Feng himself was a fairy, so he had never used this before. He suddenly wanted to use it, so he used the most obvious part of the Beijing opera.
Obviously, the effect was very good!
Then, a dark cloud covered the area. The black cloud dissipated, leaving behind a troop of thirty soldiers.
Each of these thirty people was wearing heavy armor and holding a saber or spear. Their weapons emitted a cold luster.
After being taken in by Lin Feng, it was naturally impossible for them to be like before, holding a kitchen knife and a dung fork.
The group of people were like ghost soldiers, cold and imposing.
The three of them had horses in their hands, and for a moment, there were colorful lights. The courtyard was visible to the naked eye, and they were divided into three colors chasing each other.
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