At this time, the surroundings were surprisingly quiet, and the beating sound of the heart mixed with the young man's muttering was unusually loud. After a while, the murmuring stopped, and the young man's tired body shook, as if his legs could no longer support the weight of his body. But soon, the boy staggered and sat down, his brow furrowed slightly, as if he was in great pain. He only felt that the world was spinning, and faintly heard the sound of ghosts crying, and almost thought that he had fallen into the entrance of hell, and his heart was desolate, and then his throat was sweet, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He rested quietly for a while, swallowed the blood foam in his mouth, and felt much better.

"Has this girl's soul been hit hard?" After a long silence, the young man tried to open his eyes, but at this time, the young man's eyes were slightly red, as if he had not closed his eyes for several days.

Cui Houqing suddenly remembered that on the day of the battle between the righteous and demons, it was the thin figure in front of him that blocked him. So the scene of that day relived in my mind, and I remembered as if three white lights had been taken away by the giant face of the sky.

"I did receive it about a month ago!"

"A month ago?" The young man's pale face thought for a moment, and then as if he had thought of something, he clapped his hands and said: "I remember, it was the day of the Great Demon War, the Demon Sect attacked the mountain in a big way, and the Pangu Axe fought against the remnants of the Demon Sect. I haven't heard of who she is, but you and I do know ......."

This sentence seemed to drain the young man's spirit, and the young man's face turned a little pale. He paused, and then said word by word: "She blocked the fatal blow for you, you are the deputy sect leader of the Demon Sect, Cui Houqing?"

Cui Houqing didn't deny it, nodded and said, "Is there a difference between good and evil in your heart?"

The young man smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said, "As the last member of the Black Witch Clan, I hope that the lives of the people in the southern Xinjiang will be destroyed, but I can't see the day when you will be killed." ”

"Do you still have a wish?" Cui Houqing's eyes flickered, and the reflected fire was uncertain.

"Originally, there was, but now that I know your identity, I don't have it. Speaking of this, the young man couldn't hold on any longer, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of black blood.

"Soon, it's too late, I'm going to perform the art of memory. The boy suddenly urged.

Wang Wenqing was cursed as early as the young man when he was exploring the soul, and he had fallen into a deep sleep, and now he was afraid that it would be difficult for outsiders to wake her up even if they screamed.

The boy staggered to his feet, pulled out a half-burned stick from the fire beside him, stretched out his three fingers and pinched the stick vertically downward, holding a pen.

The crimson blood dripped down the wooden sticks, and a strong smell of blood permeated the woods.

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

Supporting his weak body, the boy slowly stood up, but before he could stand up straight, his body had already begun to shake. Cui Houqing took a step forward and helped him from the side.

The young man glanced at him and smiled bitterly, but did not refuse.

Hold the pen and take a deep breath!

With Cui Houqing's support, the young man lowered his body, soaked the wooden stick in blood for a while, and lifted it up.

Blood slipped silently from the pitch-black place at the end of the stick, falling into the bloody field, making small ripples on the surface of the blood, rippling away.

Carrying the pen, the young man slowly walked to the side of the place where Wang Wenqing was lying with the support of Cui Houqing, and slowly drew the first stroke from the place where the roots of the tree bordered the ground.

The bright colors gradually extended on the originally flat ground, and the young man's slightly trembling hands drew blood talismans one after another. There was silence all around, but somehow, the atmosphere seemed to grow tense.

Cui Houqing looked at the side for a while, then stepped forward and slashed at his wrist like a knife, and a wound appeared that was neither deep nor shallow. Blood gushed out of the wound and dripped into the puddle of blood on the ground, mixing with the blood on the ground. Suddenly, an even stronger bloody aura spread.

More and more bloody strokes, centered on Wang Wenqing's body, gradually appeared around her, and a strange and bloody magic circle had already appeared.

What's even more amazing is that the blood is actually condensed but not dried by the boy on the ground, the color is fresh and moist, and at the corner of the corner, there is not a trace of blood splashed out, which is a picturesque prison, and the blood is firmly encircled in it.

As the boy's wheezing sound sounded again, and gradually thickened, the blood-colored patterns on the ground gradually became complex, these strange patterns, some looked like domestic animals and beasts, some looked like birds and big birds, and some strange patterns that couldn't see what they looked like at all, one after another, and none of them were the same.

Cui Houqing supported him on the side, and watched with his own eyes that 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 root of Wang Wenqing's head, Wang Wenqing's surroundings have changed into a piece of blood.

The smell of blood in the air became more and more intense, and in the woods, except for the sound of the young man's wheezing, there was no abnormal sound at all.

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 red gradually converged on the ground under his feet, and the young man's hand began to tremble at some point, as if he could no longer hold the stick.

Cui Houqing, who was supporting the young man's body, felt the pain from that tired body so obviously that even he couldn't understand what this body was because of it, and it could still hold on to it until now.

By this moment, the heavy wheezing sound had turned hoarse, and the young man's forehead was wet, but there was no sweat to shed.

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

"Poof!"

With a low voice, the wooden stick fell weakly to the side, the weight in the crook of Cui Houqing's arm suddenly became heavy, and the young man's body softened like this.

The young man gasped for a long time, and his spirit seemed to recover slightly, nodded to Cui Houqing, and motioned for him to sit down. Cui Houqing was worried, looking at the appearance of this young man, he was really afraid that this person would die if he was not careful, but at this moment, even if he was worried, he had no choice but to follow the young man's instructions, and helped him sit down, which was on top of Wang Wenqing's body.

The young man couldn't take his eyes off it, and the originally heavy wheezing suddenly fell silent, and in the woods, it suddenly calmed!

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 boy stretched out his hands to grasp the ends of the stick, broke it with force, and then reached out and threw it into the still burning fire.

Cui Houqing's eyes did not blink, staring closely at the field. Seeing that the young man rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his hands into the blood map on the ground, the low chanting voice began to echo in the night. Between the young man's chapped lips, he spat out one strange tone after another slightly but frequently, and his hands seemed to slowly stretch out into the air with an inexplicable melody, and his five fingers formed claws and waved gently.

In the field, countless yin spirits and ghosts roared and jumped and danced in the red light, there were ordinary ghosts, and there were also strange-looking mountain spirit beasts, and after a while, these ghosts that were bounced back by the red light one by one probably knew that they could not get out of trouble, and they all turned their heads to roar and roar at the young man sitting at the front of the magic circle.

The boy didn't look much at these angry ghosts, and his eyes slowly lifted to the roots of the trees shrouded in red light.

Almost at the same time as the boy pointed to the sky, the countless Yin Spirits and Ghosts in the blood array seemed to be urged by an invisible force, and although they roared angrily and unwillingly, they all rushed towards the clouds that rose into the air like a tide.

In an instant, the ghost aura was great, the stone room trembled violently, the ghost and demon power surged from all directions, repeatedly impacted, countless ghosts and creatures swarmed in, tearing the light curtain, the fierce dream impacted, and the scene was crazy. And under this scene, the sea of red blood in the blood-colored magic circle, the red light became more and more fresh, and the blood roared, almost boiling!

As if he couldn't stand this eerie ghost power, the light curtain faint golden light gradually dimmed, drowning in countless ghosts, after a moment, a sharp sound, a light smoke slowly grew above the sky, looming, intermittent and continuous, floating in the void, just look at the second half of it seems to be still in the clouds.

The young man's face, for some reason, suddenly became slightly rosy again, and his complexion was much better than just now, and even the waving arm seemed to be much more powerful.

I saw a hint of joy on his old face, and he shouted:

"Duh!

Remnant soul out of the body,

Ten souls return.

Thousands of spirits rushed,

Give me back my soul."

These four sentences of magic The young man drank was full of energy, awe-inspiring, as he spoke, the red light exploded, and in an instant it was all over the woods, Cui Houqing only felt that there was a roar all around, and the empty, gloomy, and feeling of being in the nine netherworlds just now appeared again, the difference is that at this moment, there are countless ghosts and ghosts flying around.

"Boom!"

The sky slowly lit up, and a glowing cloud appeared above her head, Cui Houqing took a deep breath, he remembered that it was this cloud that took her soul away.

It seems that he has not stayed for a moment, like an unstoppable electric light through the sky, before the two of them have come to their senses, the surrounding scene has changed back to the woods again, in the red demon curtain, when countless ghosts are flying, the light smoke on the cloud is surrounded by countless ghosts, and one after another light smoke slowly appears.

One, two, three...... Eight, nine!

Three souls and seven spirits, for the soul!

Cui Houqing's whole body trembled, the nails in his hands were deeply sunk into the flesh, and there was blood flowing down, but he didn't know it at all. In that red light curtain, there were light smokes......

He turned his head and looked at the boy.

Just a moment!

A moment would be fine!

He couldn't help but roar like this in his heart!

The flush on the young man's face suddenly receded like a tide. The corners of his eyes, surrounded by deep wrinkles, began to twitch.

The withered hands waving in the air began to tremble again. Only his voice, still so loud:

"God in the secret realm, please return the soul of the young lady, I am willing to form an army of ten thousand souls for you to drive!"

With his words, the nine light smokes that appeared in mid-air in turn flew out from the ghostly yin spirit group, slowly approaching the top of the blood array, and gradually, they merged with the ten light smokes into one.

Faintly, a human form gradually appeared.

At this moment, not only Cui Houqing, but even the young man couldn't help but tremble, and his face was excited.

The young man's face began to lose blood again, and his hands trembled even more, and in the red light of blood, he opened his mouth and said loudly:

"The soul is formed,

The spirits return to their places.

Spirits into ......"

The word "body" that remained in his throat, and at that moment before it came out, the young man's voice suddenly became so dumb, and what he emitted was only a subtle and low "hissing" sound.