Crying Brothers: The Little Sister We Hate Is Actually a Bigshot-Chapter 407 - : Master

Chapter 407: Master

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation      Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

‘ Ancestor, please help me. Ancestor, please bless me…” Xu Tian kept muttering and used all kinds of talismans, but in short, he did not break through the fog at all.

“Tsk.” Ming Ze frowned and added another stream of spiritual energy. This array could suppress so many demons and ghosts. It was indeed not easy to provoke. Even Ming Ze found it a little difficult to support the wind wall.

However, even so, the fog was still nibbling away at their living space bit by bit.

“Damn it!” The doll used all its strength to slash into the fog, splitting open a crack. However, the crack could not penetrate the fog at all. The doll even quickly closed it up when it retracted its strength.

What should he do? What should he do?

Their strength seemed so weak in front of this thousand-year-old formation. Ji Jing frowned fiercely. Ming Ze could use the wind wall to open up a space for them, but it was definitely not a long-term solution. They had to pass through the wind wall to get out!

Talismans, magic tools, formations…Ji Jing thought of countless ideas in an instant, but they were all rejected in this fog that covered the sky.

‘ The one who tied the bell must undo it.” Ming Ze suddenly said,” This array has an owner.”

The three of them were stunned.

“Wasn’t this array set up by the ancestor? Its owner was…Ancestor?” Xu Tian muttered in confusion, “But who knows how many years the ancestor has passed away. Even if it has an owner, we can’t invite him…” Come?”

Just as he was about to make such a desperate judgment, Xu Tian suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

“Divine Talisman, please!” Ji Jing and Xu Tian shouted in unison.

As the name suggested, the Divine Invitation Talisman was to ask for the help of the gods, Buddhas, ancestors, and ancestors. How much power could be invited depended on the ability of the Taoist priest who used it.

“Will it work?” Xu Tian felt a little hopeless when he thought of his spiritual power, which was not very strong.” The Divine Summoning Talisman is only a small part of the power of the founder. It might not be as good as other talismans.”

“Try it! Anyway, it’s already like this. It can’t be worse, right?” The doll hit Xu Tian’s shoulder in disappointment.

“Try it.” Ming Ze nodded.

Ji Jing took out a blank piece of yellow paper and bit it on her fingertip. She used the blood as a pen and started drawing talismans.

“Hey!” The doll frowned.

“Talismans drawn with your own blood will be more powerful at certain times.” Xu Tian quickly explained, then bit his fingertip and started drawing talismans.

“This disciple requests the divine ancestors of the heavens to hold down the fort…” As Xu Tian drew, he muttered to himself that if his spiritual power was insufficient, he would sincerely come and make up for it! He hoped that the ancestor would give him more strength on account of his sincerity!

Seeing that the two of them were focused on drawing, the doll jumped off Xu Tian’s shoulder and slashed at the fog outside the wind wall. Who knew if it would be useful, but it was good to consume a little more power of the array anyway!

With the help of the doll, Ming Ze’s Wind Wall and the fog’s resistance became more intense, and the fog’s erosion slowed down a lot.

“Are you done? Are you done?” The doll urged.

“No!” At this critical moment, Ji Jing and Xu Tian were sweating profusely in order to draw the talisman.

“Are you done?” The doll turned around again.

“Alright!” Ji Jing finished drawing first and picked up the blood-stained talisman.

“Still… No!” Xu Tian was still working hard.

The doll didn’t say anything else. It just carried the sickle and turned around.

“Are you done?” The doll’s voice was much softer.

“Alright!” Xu Tian suddenly raised his head and held a talisman in his hand.” Disciple, Xu Tian!”

“Disciple Zi Zhu!” Ji Jing and Xu Tian chanted at the same time,” May the ancestors, gods, and ancestors of Taoism lend me a hand!”

Even though the wind was blowing non-stop, the talismans on their fingertips were standing straight, and the blood was slowly emitting a golden light.

“Go!” Ji Jing and Xu Tian threw the talismans into the fog. The talismans were supposed to be silent when they hit the fog, but now, a loud boom was heard, as if something was churning in the fog.

“Is it useful?” The doll was exhausted. For the first time, it sat on the ground that was filled with gravel and sand without caring about its tidiness. Ji Jing and Xu Tian did not answer, but the sweat on their foreheads answered everything.

Suddenly, Xu Tian loosened his grip, and a piece of yellow paper floated out from the fog.

“It’s still not working. I can’t penetrate it!” Xu Tian knelt on the ground in exhaustion and anger..