The headless corpse fell to the ground, spurting blood and convulsing for a long time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Zhang Liang A chill rushed straight back from his back. The young man in white cut off the head of a big living person in the blink of an eye like a weightless ghost, and the strong visual and psychological impact was something he had never received in his life, Zhang Liang's face turned pale and he felt a surge in his stomach. Daniel Zhang immediately buried his head in Zhang Liang's arms with a scream, and the cry that occurred: "Wow wow... I don't want to die! Elder brother! I don't want to die! ”

Zhang Liang's hands were tied backwards and could not move, so he could only rub his chin against Daniel Zhang's head, and his eyes stared at the white-clothed young man who was about to do it again.

Another captive was thrown into the air. The long knife passed, the head flew, and the scarlet raged.

"Next."

Knife after knife, the land under the feet of the white-clothed young man was slowly completely dyed red, and the complex and narrow ditch slowly accumulated blood.

The man in black stretched out his hand again, and this time it was the dog leftovers, and it was finally their turn to be a captive in their village. The crotch of the dog, which had long been frightened, was wet and yellow, and it stinked. At this time, he was caught by the man in black in his hands, and he had already lost his soul in a daze.

"That's enough." The man in black had a pause in his hand, and when he heard the young man in white stopping him, he threw the dog to the side. At this time, the ravines on the ground under the feet of the white-clothed young man had been filled with blood, and they shone with greasy reflections under the flickering bonfire.

"Old Ancestor, the Blood Spirit Array is ready." The young man in white walked back with half of his face covered in blood, and bowed down with his knife in his hand to ask for instructions.

The old man smiled lovingly, lifted his trembling body from the folding chair with great difficulty, patted the back of the young man in white, and walked towards the Blood Spirit Array. With excitement in his eyes, the young man in white followed closely behind the old man.

"Heaven is looking down, ancestor yinde!" The old man stood by the side of the Blood Spirit Array, his expression was solemn, and his dry throat said hoarsely, "Have mercy on my Song clan, the remnants are like this." Yiyou Xing'an, the traces of gods appear. Song Ling, a clansman, is flattering. ”

The young man in white was enthusiastic when he heard this, and knelt down on the old man's legs with a look of fanaticism: "The ancestors have made great achievements for thousands of years, and they have cast the glory of my Song family for a hundred generations!" ”

"The ancestors have made great achievements for thousands of years, and they have cast the glory of the Song family for hundreds of generations!" The men in black and the mercenaries also knelt on the ground and greeted loudly.

The old man Song Ling's face was as ruddy as dead wood in spring at this time, his hands were wrapped around the emptiness, his ten fingers were opened, and he continued to read aloud in his mouth: "At the beginning of heaven and earth, the filthy qi is condensed, the cave is mysterious, the sun is shining, the evil gods of the eight directions, make me natural, the white dragon curses, and the blood rises from the yellow spring!" ”

Song Lingnian's face was as red as a demon, and his hands swung vigorously in the direction of the rusty iron rod. With a loud shout, a mouthful of blood flew towards the rusty iron rod like electricity, poured onto its head, and slowly flowed to the ground to connect with other blood. In an instant, the entire Blood Spirit Array unexpectedly emitted a strange red light, and the rusty iron rod trembled slightly in it, and the sound continued.

"The white dragon is in the heart, turbid, clear and clear. Burn the yin fire and temper the soul. The white dragon is added to the body, and the journey is against the tide. Blinded by the sky, flesh and blood are dead and alive! ”

"White Dragon Soul Possession!" The young man in white had a gleam in his eyes, and he screamed out loudly. He was so excited, this was the first time in his life that he had seen his ancestor use this secret method.

Under the gaze of the young man in white, Song Ling's skin cracked inch by inch, revealing the delicate and miserable new skin below. The rickety's back also slowly straightened, sweeping away the previous old age. Looking at it from the front, Song Ling at this time was only in his early thirties, but his skin was pale like a ghost, and the pupils of his eyes were slender and erect, like a snake and a lizard.

Zhang Liang watched the old man in front of him, who was less than one meter seven, suddenly turned into a middle-aged man of nearly two meters, but his appearance was like a ghost, and his throat unconsciously made a "gurgling" trembling sound. If everything that happened before was a sudden disaster, but it was still within his own understanding, the changes in this old man were not something that Zhang Liang could understand and accept. Monster! It was the only word that flashed through his mind.

Song Ling didn't care about the mental impact of his changes on the captives beside him, and used the secret method to return to the young man again, and quickly staggered with a slash, the blood vessels at his wrists were cut together, and the blood flowed down and stained his palms. Song Ling waved his hands dyed with his own blood, his face solemn and fanatical.

"The white dragon rises in Huangquan's eyes, and the demon blood dares to subdue the soul!"

The trace of blood that belonged to Song Ling stained on the rusty iron rod glowed strangely, far away from the blood donation on Song Ling's hands, which was also glowing with a faint red light. Suddenly, it seemed that the air had become sticky and smelly, and the demonic red light of the Blood Spirit Array became even more dazzling, like a tidal wave rhythmically gathering towards the rusty iron rod in the middle. The rusty iron rod trembled even more violently, just like Song Ling's trembling body not far away.

With a soft "buzz", the rusty iron rod suddenly rose from the ground and took off in mid-air two feet above the ground, and the red light of the blood spirit array seemed to be under the guidance of Song Ling's blood donation on the iron rod body, and it was like a fine red thread that was entwined and drilled into the rusty iron rod. The rusty iron rod made a "crackling" explosion, and the mottled rust quickly faded away, revealing the true face hidden in it.

A four-foot-long moon-white ancient sword!

Song Ling saw this long sword emerge from the rust, and the essence in his eyes shone even brighter, but at this time, his body was like a shaking sieve, as if it took unimaginable strength to control all this.

The body of the young man in white trembled involuntarily, he was pure excitement. This sword, which was only recorded in the books and stories recorded in the family collection, really appeared in front of his eyes at this time. Thinking that after owning this sword, the Song family will no longer be dormant, and he, Song Qingshi, will also become famous. How can you not be excited about this wonderful future.

"Sweep the past, usurp the sword soul, sacrifice the soul, open the gate of heaven"

Song Ling shouted violently, and his right hand suddenly grabbed at Zhang Liang's group of people like a hook. The man at the front of the group of captives was actually sucked into his hand out of thin air, and Song Ling's five-fingered steel claws were embedded in his heavenly spirit cover.

"Ah!!h The man let out a terrible scream, as if he was suffering from the pain that tore him apart.

A faint white light was actually sucked out of the man's head by Song Ling, Song Ling waved his right hand violently, and this white light flew out and hit the sword body of the Yuebai Ancient Sword. After absorbing this white light, it trembled violently, and slowly regained its calm. The man who was pulled away from this white light broke away from Song Ling's palm at this time, and fell to the ground weakly, his face distorted and deformed by pain was facing Zhang Liang, his eyes were about to burst out, his tongue was stretched straight in his open mouth, and his saliva flowed a little, but he was already dead of anger.

Zhang Liang felt a churn in his stomach, and this terrifying expression made him want to vomit. Daniel Zhang didn't dare to look up when he was stuck in his arms, and the whole person seemed to have been frightened and fainted.

Song Ling looked at the ancient sword that had returned to calm, his face was a little ugly, and the corners of his eyes twitched. He gritted his teeth and stretched out his right hand again to suck a captive, urging Fa to suck out a cloud of white light, and threw it over. At this point, his waving arm was not as powerful as the first time.

After receiving this white light, Gu Jian trembled again, but the trembling time was slightly longer than the last time, but it finally returned to calm.

Song Ling shouted unwillingly, sucked a captive again, gritted his teeth and pulled away with his right hand. After a long time, another ball of white light appeared on his hand, but Song Ling's face was unusually red, and the fine crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were gradually revealed.

The ancient sword trembled again after receiving it. This time the trembling situation became bigger and bigger, and as the ancient sword trembled, there was a trace of white light on the sword body that slowly dispersed outward.

Song Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief. According to the secret method records at home, when the ancient sword was beaten into the first living soul, this white light should have been emitted, who expected that it would be able to appear after pumping three souls in a row. Song Ling smiled bitterly in his heart, he didn't expect that the price required for this secret method would be such a fight, and whether his "White Dragon Soul Possession Technique" would be able to persist to the end.

Shaking off these chaotic thoughts, Song Ling's eyes froze, and he continued to extract the soul of the captive and walked towards the ancient sword sacrifice.

It was enough to extract the souls of five people, and the ancient sword hummed softly, and the white light emitted cleanly. At this time, the ancient sword suddenly dimmed, no longer emitting a single light, allowing the fine red line to invade quickly. Slowly, the blade began to glow faintly red. At this time, the captives at Song Ling's feet were only the two Zhang Liang brothers.

Song Ling's wheezing voice was already like a bellows, sweat flowing on the re-revealed ravine, but there was relief in his tired and slender eyes.

"The front edge is scattered, and the sword soul is reforged"

Song Ling struggled with the last of his strength and stretched out his right hand again. Daniel Zhang, who threw himself in Zhang Liang's arms, flew upside down, and his head was detained in Song Ling's hand.

Zhang Liang's eyes were split, and he roared loudly.

"Grass you fucking old brute! Let go of my brother! ”

He was answered by Daniel Zhang's miserable howl.

A cloud of white light appeared in Song Ling's hand again, but Daniel Zhang's half-sized body collapsed softly on the ground and never got up again.

Looking at Song Ling, who was about to wave Bai Guang out, Zhang Liang's heart burned by despair, pain and anger finally collapsed, and the whole person didn't know where the strength came from, and his arms broke the rope that bound him together, and pounced on Song Ling viciously like a tiger, and his mouth also let out a mad roar.

After Song Ling threw out this ball of white light with his right hand, he swung back and slammed his heavy palm on Zhang Liang's face. Zhang Liang felt as if he had been hit by the old man before, and his body was pulled upside down two or three meters away, and he rolled four or five times.

Daniel Zhang's life soul gradually merged into the ancient sword body, and the faint red light suddenly won a big victory, and the blood-like light reflected everyone on the spot couldn't open their eyes.

"Bluestone! Quick, quick, drop your blood on the sword。。。。。 This doll's soul has entered the ancient sword, your blood is fused with his soul, the sword, the sword is yours。。。。。。 Song Ling seems to have run out of oil, and it is so difficult to say it in just one sentence.

Song Qingshi's expression was complicated. He was thrilled that the moment had finally arrived, but his grandfather's miserable appearance made his heart uncomfortably tight.

Ancestor, I will not let your sacrifice be disappointed. The Song family, the revival of self begins!

Song Qingshi's steps were firm and heavy-bearing, and he walked towards the ancient sword. As he walked, he cut his palm with a long knife, and slowly stretched out his hand with blood to grab the ancient sword floating in the air.

Catch it, the fate of the Song family has changed since then Song Qingshi thought so and closed his eyes

Hard and cold to the touch

So smooth!

When he opened his eyes, he grabbed a red wine glass with a faint stain of wine.

Two figures slowly walked out from the depths of the woods, one tall and one short.

Gao's face was gloomy and ugly, his eyes scanned the situation here, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Song Ling, you old immortal thing, you can think of such a way to hurt the heavens and reason, you are not afraid that the thunder will smash you!" ”

Song Ling's already miserable old face was even more gray at this time, and he squeezed out a few words with trembling lips.

"Haishan Cadre!"