"Let me summon a powerful, rare, high-level talisman ghost!"

Qin Bing prayed extremely sincerely. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The sacrifice of the children of the common people in front of it.,There's not a single loser.,Even if you can't recruit a good ghost.,At least you won't fail the sacrifice.。 Isn't the status of a warlock nine out of ten?

The blood-stained talisman was swept into the altar, and because of the psychic body, the talisman had a mysterious connection with Qin Bing, making him perceive the world behind the altar, and make a connection with the talisman ghosts there, and make a contract. This is also why only people with psychic bodies can participate in the sacrifice and possess talismans. The blood of ordinary people simply cannot produce such a subtle connection, let alone resonate with the ghosts.

The talisman is like a fishing hook that hangs into the sea, empty and vast in all directions. One after another, strong or weak spiritual power emerged, and spiritual power such as gold, wood, water, fire, wind, rain, thunder and lightning was surging, and there were even many spiritual powers that Qin soldiers had never heard of or seen. Qin Bing knew that it was a talisman ghost, but unfortunately, those talisman ghosts disdained the talisman move, even the talisman ghost with the weakest spiritual power fluctuation among them all shook their heads and left the talisman move.

Despised !

Just like the previous two years, Fu Ghost looked down on his qualifications, and even the lowest-level first-level Fu Ghost was unwilling to make a contract with him. Time passed, the blood on the talisman dissipated little by little, and the talisman lost its power and disappeared into powder. Immediately, Qin Bing sensed that a force was stripped from his body, and his perception of spiritual power became weak and obscure—this was the consequence of the failure of the sacrifice, and part of the psychic power disappeared, and after a certain number of times, he would completely lose his psychic body and become an ordinary person.

The crowd of onlookers began to whisper, after all, when someone else's talisman entered the altar, it would take more than ten seconds, or as little as a few seconds, and immediately a talisman ghost appeared. But now it's almost thirty seconds past, and there is no ghost yet.

"It can't be that you haven't recruited a Fu Ghost, right?"

"I think it's dawn, and the ghosts should be dispersed."

"That's right, I heard the rooster crowing just now, the day and night have changed, and the sacrifice has ended."

If it were usual, Qin Bing was afraid that he would have failed in the sacrifice and completely lost hope. But today he extorted three talismans from the scalper, that is, he has two more chances, the last two chances. However, the sacrifice just now did not recruit the Fu Ghost, and the psychic power of the body was weakened, wouldn't the chance of success be even more slim?

"I wish any of the talismans had been blind to me" - another talisman sank into the altar, like fireflies floating in the night sky, trying to illuminate the dark world, but in the end it was swallowed and drowned by the infinite darkness.

"Failed again!"

"Hahaha, the prisoner is out of play."

"A prisoner, and he still wants to be a warlock, phew!"

Qin Bing did not look back to argue, because all the language was pale and weak. The premise of letting others listen to you is not to have the ability to speak, but to have the qualifications to speak.

The third move!

One Last Chance!

It's still a dark world, boundless desolation. The first two times, I could still feel the existence of one rune after another, even if they didn't care about contracts. But this time, he couldn't even sense the ghost, because the day was dawn, and the dawn had already poured on the altar. Day and night change, yin and yang reverse.

The dark waves of black light in the altar became thinner and thinner, and the dawn sprinkled like boiling soup and snow, and disappeared in an instant. Seeing this scene, the presiding officer of the sacrifice shook his head helplessly and announced the end of the sacrifice. But at this moment, a black and white light came out of the altar.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned, it was successful, and the prisoner actually succeeded. He recruited the Fu Ghost and became a Warlock. Although I don't know how many levels of talisman ghosts this is, the people who made the mockery before all lowered their heads involuntarily and silently retreated back, lest they be remembered by the prisoner.

Qin Bing did not hesitate at all, and even feared that he would not be able to conclude the contract for a second at night, he quickly raised his blood-stained finger and swore to the sky--"Deed!" ”

Everyone stared with bated breath, waiting for the altar to sound. The talisman ghost in front of me is the existence of the finale, and it has only come out after a long time, how many levels should it be? Seven or eight? Could it be level nine? It was the highest-level talisman that had ever appeared in the sacrifice, and it was comparable to last year's city lord's daughter.

Quiet!

Quiescence!

Deathly silence!

There was no sound, and the altar made no sound.

The priest presided over a dry cough and announced: "Prisoner Zi Qin Bing, the contract is unknown, level zero!" ”

The emotions that everyone had suppressed to the extreme burst out instantly.

"Poofha, level zero, level zero Fu ghost, the most rubbish Fu ghost!"

"This rune ghost doesn't even have a body, it's just a vague spiritual power, no wonder it's called an 'unknown rune ghost'."

"A naturally incomplete Fu Ghost is also a Fu Ghost, and the prisoner will be regarded as a warlock in the future, a rare warlock through the ages."

When the crowd heard this, they laughed more and more fiercely, because they had foreseen that what happened in today's sacrifice would be recorded by the historians, spread to the nations, and even become a joke for the ages.

Qin Bing walked down the altar with his head drooped, followed by the Fu Ghost he had recruited. Unlike other talisman ghosts, which have a body and appearance as soon as they are recruited, this talisman is a hazy mist that can only be seen by a pair of eyes, as if it is underdeveloped, and is considered by everyone to be born with a cripple. However, the people who only cared about the ridicule did not notice that the big moon-like eyes of the Fu Ghost were looking around curiously, not at all like the other Fu Ghosts who were dull and unfocused.

The people who recruited the first-level talisman ghosts also raised their chins proudly, because there were people who were lower than them, more useless than them. The first-level rune ghost is just more difficult to cultivate, but it does not mean that there is no potential, on the contrary, there are many powerful warlocks in history who have been cultivated at the first level, step by step, but the foundation is extremely solid. can be born with a crippled zero-level talisman ghost, hehe, hehe, hehe......

If there was another choice, Qin Bing would not have contracted this talisman ghost. But he had no choice, giving up this talisman meant that the sacrifice failed, and he lost his psychic body and became an ordinary person. Perhaps, this is really the most wasteful Fu ghost in history, but Qin Bing doesn't care. Because of this Fu Ghost, Qin Bing can obtain the status of a warlock, even the lowest-level and most wasteful warlock, it is a hundred times and a thousand times better than the identity of a prisoner.

The presiding officer of the festival began to recite the rank and reward, and those who succeeded in the sacrifice were all given the status of warlocks, and those who came out on top were given additional rewards. For example, the commoner's son who recruited the hammer talisman ghost was given a knighthood and a food estate, and instantly became a nobleman.

Of course, the presiding officer of the festival only paid lip service, and the specific reward had to wait until it returned to the royal family. To be precise, except for the lucky one who recruited the hammer talisman ghost, everyone else present was only orally canonized, and they were not qualified to meet the royal family at all.

Qin Bing didn't expect titles, food or anything, and he was thankful that he could get a warlock status. But someone didn't let him get his wish-

"Wait! Are the people of the level zero runes also arithmetic? It's unheard of, unseen. ”

The person who spoke was a middle-aged Humpty Dumpty, almost carved out of the same mold as the Humpty Dumpty man who sold talismans at the door.

"It turned out to be Lord Huang."

"Lord Huang is the ruler of Liyang City, and he shouldn't take care of the sacrifice, and he can't take care of it, what's the matter today?"

"Don't you know, Lord Huang's only son was beaten, and the beating was so miserable, his head was swollen like a pig."

"That's Lord Huang's sweetheart, only he bullies others, how can anyone bully him? Who is so daring? ”

"Who else can ......"

People's eyes all converged on Qin Bing.