The high efficiency of Yuan Chengzhen and his disciples also greatly surprised Xiao Fan.

A small Qimen Nine Palace Bagua Array, centered on Huang Qingyun's bedroom, was arranged in less than an hour. Yuan Chengzi called out the five proud disciples who were hiding in the shadows, plus himself, and he did it himself, and his movements were extremely fast.

Of course, the most important thing is that their array weapons are all ready-made, and there is no need to re-refine them.

Yuan Chengzi explained to Xiao Fan that it was because he had similar thoughts at the beginning, and he was afraid that a large array would not be able to suppress the evil qi of blood falling, so he made preparations for deploying another auxiliary formation.

I didn't expect it to really come in handy.

Of course, Xiao Fan was not idle during this time, Yuan Cheng Zhenren led his disciples to set up a formation in the inner room, but he circled around the hospitality villa where he lived for a whole hour, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Only Yuan Chengzi faintly felt the slightest fluctuation of the formation on the side of the villa.

It is estimated that Xiao Fan has also taken certain defensive measures in his residence. This is reasonable, Xiao Fan's current behavior is actually equivalent to being an enemy of the "Immortal School". In the case that the great master of the Mogu has returned to Rakhabang and is in charge of the Mogu Manor in person, there is absolutely no harm in being careful.

Huang Qingyun's bedroom became heavily guarded. The furniture in the bedroom has been moved to the side, clearing the middle spot. Huang Qingyun sat cross-legged in the middle, Xiao Fan sat opposite him, and Yuan Chengzi and Ji Qingsha were divided into two corners.

The others were gone.

Several disciples of Yuan Chengzi are still in charge of guarding the periphery. Guarding the two large arrays at the same time to prevent anyone from making trouble at critical moments.

Xiao Fan still wears a floral shirt and big pants. Wearing a pair of casual leather shoes barefoot, sitting cross-legged opposite Huang Qingyun, he was solemn and dignified, and he was not affected in any way by his hippie-style clothing.

The red "Qiankun Ding" was sacrificed in front of Xiao Fan, and a little blood bead dripped into the Ding, and after a while, the strong and incomparably bloody gas spread in the room.

Ji Qingsha stared intently at Xiao Fan's movements. There was a slight worry on his face.

A similar situation had just been experienced by her not long ago, but the blood in Fan Le's body fell. It was planted many years ago, and at that time, Fan Ying was still a junior head lowering master who had just started for a long time, and the power of the head drop was limited. Now that several years have passed, Fan Ying's cultivation should have increased a lot. It can be seen from Huang Qingyun's painful torture. The power of the blood drop is greatly increased.

Although Xiao Fan's technique is profound, after all, he has not dealt much with the head lowering master before, and the possibility of missing is not only there, but also relatively high.

Missing a hand during a solution is often more dangerous than a miss during a procedure.

Yuan Chengzi also looked stern, put his hands in his big sleeves, and secretly grabbed a talisman, as long as there was an accident. Immediately sacrifice the talisman to suppress the monster.

Surprisingly. This time, the lure of blood surrender turned out to be very smooth, far less troublesome than when he surrendered for Fan Le.

When the bloody qi wafting out of the "Qiankun Ding" was thick to a certain extent, the blood on Huang Qingyun's forehead flickered, and a bright red grimace gradually poked out of his body, condensed and formed in the air, and a pair of blood-colored eyes firmly stared at the "Qiankun Ding" in front of Xiao Fan, and the ghostly face showed anthropomorphic greed, as if there was something in the "Qiankun Ding" that had a great attraction to it.

A look of horror flashed in Yuan Chengzi's eyes.

I didn't expect that Wujimen also had such a magic weapon, which could easily lure out the head-lowering implanted in the body, which was simply an artifact that specialized in restraining the head-lowering technique.

Seeing that the monster was lured out so quickly, Ji Qingsha was also quite surprised, and when she thought about it, she suddenly became surprised. At the beginning, it was so hard to relieve Fan Le, and the key was that the head lowering technique had been entangled in his body for too long, and it had even become a part of his body, and it was of course much more difficult to lure it out. In the past few years, Fan Ying has blindly gone sideways in order to pursue the power of the head-lowering technique. The power of blood drop has increased a lot, but at the same time, it has also had a lot of flaws.

For example, the lack of concentration of monsters may be one of the defects.

Xiao Fan raised his head and looked at the blood-red grimace lightly, looking at each other. The grimace suddenly shrank back, as if he was full of fear of Xiao Fan, and he didn't dare to move forward.

Ji Qingsha's eyebrows were raised again, could it be that this ghost thing was already psychic, and he could feel that Xiao Fan was carrying a pure yang treasure like the "Tiangang Mirror", and he was the nemesis of an evil ghost?

Xiao Fan's face remained unchanged, there were words in his mouth, and the bloody aura wafting out of the "Qiankun Ding" became more and more intense.

After a moment of stalemate, the ghost finally couldn't resist the temptation, and with a sharp ghost scream, he rushed towards the "Qiankun Ding", opened his bloody mouth, and wanted to swallow the "Qiankun Ding" in one gulp. The "Qiankun Ding" shines brightly, and a bright red chaotic pattern emerges, and in an instant, it transforms into a huge silk net, wrapping the ghost in it.

The ghost creature was startled, and immediately became furious, twisting and struggling desperately, trying to break free from the shackles of the blood net, and the terrible ghost roar stabbed people's hearts with chills.

Seeing that the blood-colored silk net shot out of the "Qiankun Ding" began to distort and deform, and it seemed that it might be possible to be extricated by the ghost at any time, Yuan Chengzi lifted his eyebrows, and wanted to sacrifice the talisman in his hand to help Xiao Fan.

"Hurry!"

Hearing only a loud shout, Xiao Fan's five fingers on his right hand formed the shape of a tiger's claw and grabbed forward violently. In mid-air, a huge blood-red palm emerged out of thin air, grabbing the desperate ghost creature down.

The ghost seemed to know the power of this palm, and with another scream, it suddenly retreated. As a result, the blood-red silk mesh once again shone brightly, wrapping the desperate ghosts, and suddenly pulled into the "Qiankun Ding".

The sound of the ghost screaming stopped abruptly, and the whole bedroom suddenly became extremely quiet.

With a "poof", Huang Qingyun, who was sitting cross-legged, fell to the ground suddenly, motionless, and seemed to have fainted.

Xiao Fan ignored Huang Qingyun, raised his palm, and the mini "Qiankun Ding" was in his hand, looked at it carefully, nodded with satisfaction, and then backhanded, the "Qiankun Ding" disappeared.

Yuan Cheng Zhenren was overjoyed, put away the talisman in his hand, bowed his hand to Xiao Fan, and laughed: "Congratulations to Xiao Zhenren, it's done." It's amazing! Admire, admire, ......"

Xiao Fan smiled and said, "It's just a fluke, I don't dare to be a real person like Yuancheng." ”

"Xiao Zhenren, don't be modest, tonight, I'm an eye-opener. I really didn't expect that my magical powers could be used like this. From now on, Yuyang Guan has another stunt, all thanks to Xiao Zhenren, haha......"

The old Taoist priest smiled very happily.

At this time, Huang Qingyun, who seemed to have fainted, woke up again, struggled to sit up straight, bowed deeply to Xiao Fan, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you Xiao Zhenren for saving your life, Huang Qingyun can't repay Xiao Zhenren's great kindness with broken bones." ”

Huang Qingyun's words are indeed from the heart. There was a time when sudden death was not terrible, but the kind of torture that was so itchy that life was worse than death was really unbearable.

Xiao Fan stretched out his hand and gently said, "Mr. Huang doesn't have to be like this. Being kind to others and accumulating merit is the rule of my Wuji Gate. The teachings of the ancestors of the past generations dare not be disobeyed. ”

Huang Qingyun raised his head, his face full of gratitude, and he didn't know what to say.

At the same time, in a large mansion not far from Huang's house, in a terrifyingly arranged secret room, a middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged on a wooden couch, his hands folded on his lower abdomen, and his eyes were closed.

There was no electric light turned on in the secret room, but in front of the wooden couch, there was an oil lamp lit on a small black table, and the light flickered on and off, reflecting the shadow of the middle-aged man on the wall, which looked very weird.

The moment the grimace was collected by the "Qiankun Ding", the middle-aged man raised his head suddenly, his eyes opened suddenly, and his face was full of doubt.

"What's going on?"

The middle-aged man muttered to himself.

Feeling, I suddenly lost contact with the blood fall.

This big mansion, not far from the Huang Mansion, is the mansion of the Fan family. This gloomy middle-aged man is naturally Fan Ying, the current parent of the Fan family.

The sudden loss of contact with the head of the person who descended on the person was not unheard of for him. Generally speaking, when the person who has been decapitated dies, the decapitation technique becomes ineffective. Or if the person who is beheaded is too far away from him, this telepathy will also be cut off.

Could it be that Huang Qingyun is dead?

Or did he run away from the city of Rakha overnight?

It seems that neither of these possibilities is very large.

Fan Ying knew in his heart that the blood lowering technique he had under was certainly very powerful, but with Yuyangguan's bull-nosed old way coming forward, Huang Qingyun had not died so quickly, and he should be able to survive for a few more days. As for cracking, don't even think about it, Fan Ying is very confident in her head-lowering technique.

Leaving Luojia City, Fan Ying also felt unreliable. At this moment, Huang Qingyun is afraid that he has already become a freak covered in blood, right? It's terrifying, where can you run?

Besides, what's the use of running away to a foreign country? It's not a dead end!

But why was the connection suddenly severed?

Fan Ying pondered for a moment, not knowing the point, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, words were in his mouth, and an obscure spell echoed softly in the secret room.

A gust of wind suddenly blew in the secret room, and a vague figure appeared in front of the wooden couch out of thin air.

The figure was extremely vague, short as a child, swaying in the wind, as if it could disappear at any moment.

"Go, go to Huang's house and have a look. Pay attention to that bull-nosed old way, try to avoid him, if there is anything wrong, come back immediately! ”

Fan Ying commanded in a low voice, as if talking to someone she knew very well.

Another gust of wind blew, and the vague ghost disappeared into thin air. (To be continued......)