Yan Hui was at the end of his rope and began to compromise on the current situation, and he explained with rare interest: "It's normal that you don't know this thing, I still picked it up by chance during the trial, and I rummaged through all the deep books in the sect, and I only learned a little bit."

It's all nonsense, I feel that the people in front of me are half-understood, Jiang Futing stood there calmly, continued to listen to his vague introduction, the steps under his feet took two steps back, and there was still room to move behind, not so narrow as to die.

But this kind of thing is the sect?

His eyes flashed, and while listening to the nonsense of the people on the side, he roughly determined his activity space, which was about one square meter in front and back.

The wound on his fingertips showed no signs of clotting at all, and the blood was constantly being withdrawn from his body, although the amount was not large, but if he lost it like this for a long time, his body would definitely not be able to hold it.

When he looked up again, Yan Hui had already walked over, as if he saw his intentions: "Don't always think about running, none of the three of you can leave, and you will have to rely on you to completely activate him for a while, if you have any last words, you can tell me about them then." He said with a despicable smile: "Even if you say it, no one will make it happen for you."

Anyway, both horizontally and vertically are going to die.

Jiang Futing looked at him calmly, and when he heard the other party say his ending, he calmed down, and asked unhurriedly, "What is the energy on it?"

Yan Hui followed his question, looked at the inconspicuous piece of iron again, and once again a strong greed surged in his eyes: "Eternal power."

The power of eternity? Sounds like a mysterious and ancient power?

Jiang Futing frowned, so that he could understand why the ghost qi on his body would react so strongly to this thing.

Before he could think too much, he heard Yan Hui say something hurriedly: "It's time."

When he raised his head, the other party just put away his mobile phone, took out three yellow talismans and pasted them on the pictures and texts at the feet of the three of them.

After shaking off his robe, he sat down cross-legged, and Yan Hui began to recite the long and cumbersome runes in his mouth.

Before the words fell, the black flames on the candlesticks around them burst into a foot high.

The heart-rending wail of pain suddenly continued to surround the closed basement like a magic sound, and Jiang Futing's ears were full of high-decibel wolf howls.

Jiang Futing only felt a violent palpitation, his body suddenly became weak, the sharp pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow erupted at this moment, and the speed of blood loss from his fingers was accelerating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

An even stronger smell of blood began to waft through the dark and dreary room, and the charms at the feet of several people followed the runes below with a sudden glow.

The original dark red pattern under his feet, with Jiang Futing as the center, gradually became vivid, as if it had been infused with majestic vitality, and began to be active.

The blood continued to rush up the stone pillar at a cheerful speed, and the suspended iron became more and more excited as it absorbed the continuous supply, and the vibration emitted a high-frequency hum.

Jiang Futing felt his eardrums

He was about to be pierced, his ears were clutched, his body was so weak that he could no longer stand, he couldn't help but crouch down, wailing and high-frequency clanging mingle, and he even felt his soul being torn apart.

This mental anguish caused him to spread a feeling of being engulfed from the depths of his consciousness.

As the body cools down with the loss of blood, all senses begin to be deprived.

He clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth to maintain the last of his sobriety.

The schoolbag he was still carrying on his back, he felt extraordinarily heavy for the first time, and he was a little breathless.

The feeling of weakness made him feel a little fluttery, as if he was stepping on a cloud, and when his soul was attacked, the backlash of the seal followed through his body and spread over his entire soul.

He stubbornly braced himself on, moving his knees because of the sore knees, trying to hold on as long as he could.

"Smack!" Something fell out of the gap in his bag, grazed his ear, and fell to the side.

Jiang Futing raised his heavy eyelids and looked at the person in front of him, Yan Hui was closing his eyes at the moment, and his expression was focused on the broken runes.

Looks like he can't just stop.

Jiang Futing slowly shook his head, his vision was a little clearer, and his eyes looked at the thing that had just fallen to the ground, which was a triangular charm.

He suddenly remembered something, and clenched the spell as if he were clutching the last shred of hope.

This was the summoning charm that Bai Tang secretly stuffed to him when he met Bai Tang for the first time, and he didn't know if it was true or false at the time, and he casually stuffed it in his backpack, and after so long, he forgot that there was such a thing.

"Bai Tang." The dry and clear voice of speech was particularly abrupt in this noisy and chaotic room, Jiang Futing's slender knuckles were pale without a trace of blood, even if they were pinched tightly, they couldn't see a little red in their fingers when they were deep into the place.

Except for the blood-stained spell, nothing had changed in the room, only the rolling power of the iron on the stone pillars was even more turbulent.

He'll come.

Jiang Futing's dark eyes were unusually determined to stare at the charm in his hand, and he didn't know where the trust and certainty came from.

Just as his blood flow was increasing and the contents of the iron were about to surge, a strong wind suddenly blew in the room.

The fierce flame on the candlestick was suddenly reduced by a lot of pressure, and then a powerful force came closely.

This kind of crushing of power made him have a tendency to bow his head, but it was relieved a lot by the continuous ghostly energy on his body.

In the next second, a familiar white figure appeared in front of him.

At the same time, Yan Hui, who had been sitting cross-legged in front, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the people who were blocking Jiang Futing's eyes with fear and vigilance.

Only then did Jiang Futing notice that Bai Tang was still dragging a person at his hand, and that person was exactly the same as Yang Mu lying on the ground, and he had kept his distance when he was in the hotel before and didn't notice it.

Now when I look at the past, I find that this gentle Yang Mu is not called

Sucked.

"How are you?" Bai Tang didn't turn around, but just listening to his cold voice and the coercion emanating from his body, Jiang Futing could feel the anger on his body.

"It's fine." Jiang Futing took a deep breath, only felt more comfortable when he spoke, and then reminded: "Pay attention to that scrap iron."

Bai Tang followed his prompt, and then turned his head and took one more look at the thing in the middle.

Jiang Futing looked up and just caught a glimpse of his side face, and Bai Tang's bright eyes were burning with anger at this time.

After Bai Tang glanced at the things around him, he turned to Yan Hui, who slowly stood up.

Yan Hui patted the dust-stained robe, glanced at the paper figure he was dragging in his hand, and then looked at him carefully: "I can't see that you are coming very quickly."

Bai Tang didn't reply to him, he casually threw the paper figure in his hand over, and at the moment he threw it, the paper man was affected by the fluctuation of the energy in Bai Tang's hand, and all the ghost qi attached to the paper was dispersed, and it turned into a small piece of paper in the blink of an eye, which slowly fell, but at the moment when it was about to fall to the ground, it floated to the edge of Ji Ruyun, who was like a dead man.

"I can't see that you're good at playing, you've fooled me for so long." Bai Tang sneered, "My friend, you dare to move, haven't you thought about the consequences of moving?" ”

Although Yan Hui was jealous, he was not really afraid, and looked at him with a heavy gaze: "People block killing, Buddha blocks killing Buddha!"

Then he hooked his hand, and the female ghost, who had been guarding outside, quickly entered the iron gate, looking at Bai Tang with resentful eyes.

"Arrogance." Bai Tang narrowed his eyes dangerously, the last time he fought with this female ghost, he felt that something was wrong, until he ran into the paper man again.

He originally wanted to investigate something along the paper man, but he was a little ghostly that day to track down, but he didn't expect to be used by the other party to transfer him away for a moment of carelessness!

The power in Bai Tang's hand churned wildly, and the female ghost's eyes began to show a trace of timidity.

Yan Hui felt a strong sense of oppression from the power accumulated in Bai Tang's body, he originally thought that the female ghost's memory had shown all the strength of this man, but now it seems that it was restrained at that time.

"Stop him and buy me time!" Yan Hui suddenly took a few steps back.

The female ghost rushed out quickly at the same time and took the lead in seizing the opportunity.

Bai Tang dodged agilely, different from Jiang Futing's embarrassment just now, just a relaxed body floated to avoid the female ghost's attack.

At this time, Yan Hui stared at Bai Tang's side, and began to chant the mantra in his mouth again.

The chaotic screams and buzzing sounded in everyone's ears like a wave again, and Jiang Futing's already fragile body, under this just few seconds of relaxation, gave the enemy a chance to invade quickly.

He curled up on the ground in pain, his soul feeling like it was about to collapse.

Bai Tang subconsciously frowned, he felt that something was wrong the last time they met, and the strange power on the female ghost seemed to have a certain immunity to him.

But now there is this strange unseen power everywhere, and there is a faint tendency to curb itself.

It's very rich, it's very

Overbearing, Bai Tang threw out a spell and hit the female ghost accurately.

"Ah!!h The other party suddenly let out a terrible scream, but the next second he quickly recovered and attacked him like a thunderbolt.

This female ghost is obviously much stronger than the last time we met.

He glanced at the piece of iron that Jiang Futing had just reminded him of, this kind of power was obviously not on this little Taoist priest's own body, and taking so many soul and life blood sacrifices must be to stimulate that thing.

Quick!

After Bai Tang's heart was settled, his fingers quickly changed his handprints, and the majestic power flew out from his fingertips, turning into three.

One rushed directly at the female ghost, one pounced on Yan Hui, and the other rushed directly at the iron block of the stone pillar.

At the moment when the ghost qi crashed into the iron, "Boom! "The whole house shook like an earthquake.

The rubble of the nearby stone wall was directly annihilated, and the ghost fire on the candlestick was directly evaporated, and after a few seconds, the dust flew up.

After the dust settled, Bai Tang's eyes were stunned, and when he looked at the iron block, his face rarely revealed a shock that Jiang Futing had never seen.

In Jiang Futing's impression, Bai Tang is always light and light, even if he encounters something he is not good at, he is only perfunctory and serious, this kind of surprise is something he has never seen.

(End of chapter)