Ge Gan Ting was dead.
Chen Tai had put a lot of effort into killing him.
Mainly because the guy refused to go down the mine shaft.
Chen Tai could only use Yin spirits to enter his dreams and torment him.
“Sigh, if it wasn't for the fact that it's not good to be judged for killing innocent people, why would I go through so much trouble.”
But Chen Tai had his reasons for doing this.
His goal was to create a legend about a haunted mine.
This would give him ample time to refine his magical artifacts in the mine.
Instead of personally creating evil spirits to kill people and attracting the attention of unknown forces.
After all, being haunted to death would only scare the locals away.
But if he really created some kind of corpse puppet, who knows, maybe the next time someone comes, they’ll bring tanks and cannons.
Chen Tai was currently just a small cultivator at the Qi Refining stage.
He could dodge a handgun and Chicago typewriter, but if heavy firepower comes, he can only run for his life.
“If your strength isn’t there, use artifacts to compensate.”
Chen Tai flipped his palm.
Several blood-red gems appeared in the palm of his hand.
“Unfortunately, I can’t operate machinery on my own, and I can't get deeper gemstones.
“I can’t make a corpse puppet to work either.
“However, these few are enough.”
The most fundamental reason is actually this.
The resentment in the mine was created by many wandering Yin spirits together.
But a single Yin spirit doesn't have enough resentment.
Even if you use secret methods to adjust them, the resulting puppet would be like the ordinary zombies in zombie movies, cannon fodder among cannon fodder.
Chen Tai needed high-quality materials.
Those that had gone through many things, suffered a lot, and were full of hatred.
“Where can I find that?”
Chen Tai had a sacred place in mind.
The Sodom and Gomorrah across the ocean.
But that was a place to consider venturing into after he became stronger.
After all, the equipment there is a bit too much for everyone.
“Never mind that for now, refining artifacts is the most important thing!”
Chen Tai pulled out a large piece of cloth woven from spider silk.
He was going to refine a classic magical artifact of the demonic path - the Soul Banner.
As a classic artifact.
The Soul Banner doesn’t actually have a fixed style.
Just like soul-capturing artifacts, they aren't just the Soul Banner.
If you use stone, it's the Soul Stone. Some of the walls that could capture people in Liao Zhai novels are of this type.
There are natural ones, and there are those refined by masters.
Their function is to capture people into a virtual space.
The more affluent ones have mountains, rivers, flowers, plants, trees, and possibly even female ghosts from their past lives to accompany them.
If it's made into a mirror.
It is like the Yin-Yang Mirror, the Yin mirror captures the soul, and the Yang mirror returns the soul. The internal structure is similar to the wall.
There are also Soul-Capturing Bells, with a gentle shake, they will emit a sound that will knock the soul out of the body and capture it.
And there are Soul Beads, but bead-like artifacts are generally used by masters to refine their second soul.
However, these artifacts require some natural treasures to refine.
What about soul-capturing artifacts that don't require natural treasures?
Of course, it’s the Soul Banner.
The Ten Thousand Soul Banner, the Ten Thousand Demon Banner, are all of this type.
Store souls, ghosts, or the essence of demons in the banner.
Release them and control them when needed.
It’s considered to be a more common artifact among those on the fringes, as well as demonic cultivators.
As a basic artifact, its refining cost is naturally very low.
If you're a pauper, even with ordinary hemp cloth, as long as you refine it with your blood, you can capture one or two ghosts.
Any more than that and it won't work.
And Chen Tai had made many preparations for this artifact in this life.
For example, he used purple sandalwood and yellow rosewood for the banner pole.
But if these woods weren’t old enough, they wouldn’t have any special effects.
So, Chen Tai simply gave up on the banner pole.
Besides, there was an embarrassing reason - it’s modern society now, if you take out a flagpole and walk around on the street, people will think you’re a quack doctor or a fortune teller.
So Chen Tai planned to make the Soul Banner into a handkerchief.
The material was in his hands, a piece of cloth woven from venomous spider silk.
One foot square.
For this thing, Wu Meng and Su Su worked day and night non-stop.
But the effect was still good.
Spider silk is naturally sticky and can be used to catch insects.
And the spider silk that was refined with magic power even increased its ability to stick to souls.
In Chen Tai's second life.
He used the silk of a ten thousand year old golden spider to refine a large net, anyone who was covered by it, their soul would be instantly sucked out of their body, it was extremely powerful.
But this life wasn't a world of immortals and demons.
Chen Tai didn't have the cultivation level of a God.
The Soul Banner in his hands was very good at collecting residual souls.
If he wanted to use it to harm people, he would need some supporting techniques.
However, as long as it can store and control Yin spirits, this artifact can already play a sufficient role.
Chen Tai sat in the deepest part of the mine, where the Yin energy was heaviest.
His hands constantly formed seals.
He muttered magic spells in his mouth.
Suddenly, a strong Yin energy vortex gathered in his hand.
Condense Yin!
Gather evil Qi!
Capture Soul!
As Chen Tai manipulated it.
All the Yin energy in the entire mine was madly sweeping towards him.
“Woo~” The entire mountain was filled with the sound of Yin wind rushing past.
It even affected the nearby other mine shafts.
Many of the miners working nearby were caught in the sudden Yin wind.
Their hands and feet suddenly felt icy cold.
The blood color on their faces gradually faded.
The picks and shovels in their hands instantly fell to the ground.
Being swept by this Yin wind, they would need to rest for at least three to five days.
And Chen Tai, who was at the center of the storm.
Now had a look of joy on his face.
“Good, this Soul Banner is even better than I expected!”
In his eyes.
On the one-foot square surface of the banner, several ferocious faces appeared and disappeared.
Among them, Duan Si was actually not the worst.
Ge Gan Ting, who had just been scared to death, was also huddled in a corner.
And the largest, most ferocious face.
Full of flesh, with a look of arrogance.
Chen Tai moved his mind.
When he summoned the many Yin spirits to scare people before.
Someone in the crowd had cursed loudly at this face.
“I think he was called Ma San?”
It was said that he was originally a part of the flour merchant on the mountain.
But due to infighting, he was kicked out.
Then he came to the Mo Mine.
He bullied and intimidated, making a lot of enemies.
Then, somehow, he disappeared in the mine.
Chen Tai saw a big hole in the back of his head, clearly he was killed by someone.
Among the many Yin spirits, only this evil spirit dared to show his teeth and claws at Chen Tai.
“Hey! You little ghost who has been dead for years, you dare to show your teeth at me?”
In fact.
This kind of soul, taken individually, theoretically would not cause any physical harm to living people.
Without Chen Tai, they could at most make a little Yin wind, making people catch a cold.
They didn’t even have the ability to enter dreams on their own.
As for cultivating into an evil spirit, or even a ghost cultivator?
Forget it, there are no conditions in this world.
The most terrifying thing in the world.
Is always people.
Living people!
People are much more terrifying than ghosts!
Chen Tai snorted coldly.
Several black chains appeared in the banner, directly locking the evil spirit.
“Tongue Pulling, Finger Cutting, Iron Tree, Steamer, Bronze Pillar, Mountain of Knives, Sea of Fire, Oil Pot, Mortar, Crucifying. Which one would you like to experience?”
Chen Tai only moved his thoughts slightly.
The evil spirit in the banner was as if it had instantly gone through the eighteen levels of hell.
Gasping for breath.
This was the second advantage of the Soul Banner.
It can torture the captured souls.
Compared to the nightmare method of entering dreams, the scenes are more realistic, and the pain is more real.
It is undoubtedly the best tool for torturing your enemies!
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