The Great Wizard was stunned and glanced at the Ghost King more, but still said: "Beast blood is also acceptable, but in terms of effect, human blood is the best." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The ghost king nodded, walked to the door, opened the stone door, and saw Qinglong and Youji standing outside the door, and Mr. Ghost, dressed in black, was also standing a little farther away.

Seeing the Ghost King suddenly come out, Qinglong and Youji both had a slightly surprised look on their faces at the same time, but the Ghost King didn't look at them much, and said directly to Mr. Ghost: "Bring a pot of fresh human blood." ”

Qinglong and Youji were stunned, but Mr. Ghost just nodded, turned to leave, and the Ghost King immediately turned back, leaving Qinglong and Youji, whose faces were gradually darkening, standing in place.

In the cold stone room, the atmosphere suddenly became a little weird for some reason.

Ghost Li silently stared at Baguio lying there, and after a long time, he turned to look at the great wizard who closed his eyes and recuperated, and then his eyes fell on the ghost king.

The ghost king seemed to feel nothing, his expression was calm, his eyes were just looking at Baguio, and occasionally looking at the ghost Li, but it was only a moment, and he didn't stop at all.

There were two sudden sounds on the stone door, and then it slowly opened, and Mr. Ghost came in with a copper basin and placed it in front of the Great Wizard, and then nodded to the Ghost King.

The ghost king bowed slightly, and Mr. Ghost didn't say anything, and retreated silently.

The crimson blood swayed gently in the copper basin, and a strong bloody breath permeated the stone room.

The corners of the ghost's eyes twitched slightly, and he glanced deeply at the ghost king, but the ghost king slowly said to the great wizard: "Master, the blood you want is here." ”

The Great Wizard opened his eyes, looked at the basin of blood in front of him, was silent, sighed softly for a while, and said, "Okay, let's start." ”

Supporting his weak body, the Great Wizard slowly stood up, but before he could stand up straight, his body had already begun to shake.

Ghost Li stepped forward and helped him from the side.

The Grand Wizard glanced at him and smiled bitterly, but did not refrain from it.

The frail old man slowly reached into his arms, touched it for a moment, and when he stretched out his hand, there was already a strange red pen in his hand, the body of which was roughly the thickness of a thumb, about the length of an ordinary person's palm.

The end is in the shape of a dog's head, and the red pen is made of unknown pieces, engraved with all kinds of strange charms.

At the very front of the pen, a pinch of fine hairs is evenly inlayed, and the original color is not visible, only the residual dark red is attached to it.

Regardless of asking, it can be seen that most of what this pen was stained with in the past was blood.

Hold the pen and take a deep breath!

The Great Wizard lowered his body and soaked the red pen in blood for a moment before lifting it up.

The blood slipped silently from the thin hairs at the end of the pen, fell into the copper basin, and made small ripples on the surface of the blood, rippling away.

Carrying the pen, the great wizard, with the support of the ghost, slowly walked to the side of the cold stone platform where Baguio was lying, and slowly drew the first stroke from the place where the stone platform bordered the ground.

The bright colors gradually extended on the originally flat ground, and the old man drew one blood talisman after another with his slightly trembling hands.

There was silence all around, but somehow, the atmosphere seemed to grow tense.

The ghost king watched from the side for a while, silently walked to the copper basin, picked it up, walked a few steps, and put it next to the great wizard.

The Great Wizard who was drawing talismans raised his head and glanced at him, nodded silently, and then lowered his head and continued.

More and more bloody strokes, centered on the cold ice stone platform of Baguio, gradually appeared around her, and a strange and bloody magic circle had already appeared.

The red pen of the great wizard is obviously also a foreign object in the witchcraft of southern Xinjiang, and the blood sucked by this red pen is painted on the ground by the great wizard, and the blood is actually condensed but not dry, the color is fresh, and at the corner of the corner, there is not a trace of blood splashed out, picturesquely as a prison, and the blood is firmly encircled in it.

As the Grand Wizard's gasp sounded again, and it grew thicker, the blood-colored patterns on the ground gradually became more and more complex.

Some of these strange patterns look like domestic animals and beasts, some look like birds and birds, and some strange patterns that don't look like anything at all, appear one after another, and none of them are the same.

The only thing they have in common is that the patterns are all connected to each other.

More and more blood was drawn on the ground with red pens from the copper basin, but the color of the blood that fell to the ground seemed to be more vivid than the blood that had just been brought to the copper basin.

The smell of blood in the air grew stronger.

In the stone room, except for the wheezing sound of the great wizard at this moment, there was no abnormal sound at all.

These blood-drawn pattern circles started from the ground on the stone platform on Baguio's left shoulder, and the great wizard smeared them attentively one by one.

Ghost Li supported him by the side, and watched with his own eyes as this piece of vivid blood color grew from nothing, from less to more, and gradually converged into an oval ring with a radius of five feet.

At this moment, except for a small piece of ground near the stone platform at Baguio's head, her surroundings had turned a bloody color.

The Ghost King once again lifted the copper basin and placed it on the ground above the stone platform, and then slowly walked to the side.

This eerie circle is nearing completion.

Countless strange patterns connected together, large and small, shimmered with blood-colored light, and at first glance, they looked like a river crisscrossing the river, and the bright red and lively blood swam happily as if in the blood.

From one side to the other, from the end to the end, like a gentle tide, endless.

The intertwined bright reds gradually converged on the ground under his feet, and the great wizard's hand seemed to have trembled and could no longer hold the red pen.

The ghost who was holding the old man's body felt the pain from the old body so obviously that even he couldn't understand what this body was because it could still hold on to it to this day.

The heavy wheezing sound had turned hoarse by this moment, and the archwizard's forehead was wet, but there was no sweat to be shed.

He slowly, slowly stretched out his hand, and drew the last stroke with a red pen dipped in blood, and the final completed pattern was connected with the first blood map drawn before.

"Poof!"

A deep voice came out, and the red pen fell weakly to the side, and the weight in the crook of the ghost's arm suddenly became heavy, and the great wizard's body softened.

Ghost Li's heart jumped, and he couldn't help but "buzz" in his mind, and even the fear of a needle piercing his bones instantly on his back.

He held his breath, supported the Great Wizard with his hand, and looked down, only to see that the Great Wizard's face was extremely gray, but he opened his mouth slightly, and he was gasping for breath, obviously caused by excessive exertion.

Only then did Ghost Li put his heart back, and at the same time, he was shocked that just a moment ago, the back of his forehead was also wet.

On the side, almost at the same time, there was a voice from the ghost king who let out a sigh, and it was obvious that he was also a little frightened.

At this moment, these two men who looked at the world were shocked by the little action of this dying old man.

The Grand Wizard gasped for a long time, and his spirit seemed to recover slightly, and he nodded to Ghost Li, motioning for him to sit down.

The ghost was worried, looking at the appearance of the great wizard, he was really afraid that this old man would die if he was not careful, but at this moment, even if he was worried, he had no choice, so he had to follow the instructions of the great wizard and helped him sit down, and he was at the top of the Baguio stone platform.

The Great Wizard took a deep breath and looked forward, and in front of him was a blood circle that had been completely connected, and the blood-colored passages all over the ground imprisoned countless blood in it.

And those fresh blood, as if affected by an invisible force, began to flow in the same direction almost simultaneously on the flat ground, and there was not a trace of pen marks in the middle that were like blood.

From one end to the other, and then back from the connected passages, it becomes a weekly cycle, endless, and endless.

The ghost Li and the ghost king standing behind the great wizard glanced at each other, both of them were great experts in the cultivation of the true path, and there was a sense of surprise in their eyes at this moment.

The great wizard pondered for a moment, stretched out his withered palm, picked up the red pen that had just fallen beside him, and stood upside down in front of him, the red fine hair at the end of the pen went down, and from the red pen, the residual blood droplets of Wu himself condensed into beads, and after struggling and lingering on the fine hair for a while, it fell silently and merged into the blood-colored river in front of him.

The Great Wizard couldn't take his eyes off it, and the originally heavy wheezing sound suddenly fell silent, and in the stone room, there was a sudden calm!

I saw that his eyebrows slowly raised, and the originally godless eyes slowly lit up, and the blood in the magic circle in front of him seemed to be stimulated by something, and the speed of the rush suddenly accelerated.

The great wizard's hand holding the red pen slowly fell, and soon touched the ground, just three inches in front of the outermost river of blood, the slender red fine hair touched the ground, but it did not bend, the whole ground seemed to suddenly turn into soft water, and the red pen was inserted into the ground slowly and silently.

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