Five ghost people showed their ceramic dolls at the same time.

These multi-colored ceramic dolls, after falling from the white rope, touch the ground with their feet and come to life.

The grinning little mouth, the giggling sound, the big red dotted face with the pale face, it looks like a strange picture, and these little ghosts are squirming. Moving his little arms and legs, he twisted towards Liang Muyan.

This seemingly slow action lasted only a few seconds, and after three breaths, the five-seven-thirty-five colorful ceramic ghost dolls spun rapidly like meteor bullets.

The black gas that emerged from them kept intertwining in the air, and the strong smell of corpses made Liang Muyan's already hallucinatory eyes even more confused, and he even felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

Five Qingtian swords of the same size, as if sensing that the people who needed protection were now in danger, so the five big swords became larger almost at the same time, so big that these five swords just surrounded the city by Liang Muyan.

A protective ring made up of blinding sword light.

Even this could not be stopped, the effect of isolating the ghost sound was not obvious, and the thirty-five ceramic ghost dolls made by the spirit were emitted outside the sword array, and the giggles Liang Muyan heard clearly.

Moreover, she also discovered that the black gas spit out from the ghost doll's mouth was the sword light that was constantly eroding the Qingtian Sword.

When the black qi wrapped the sword light of the Qingtian Sword, the dark blue sword light emitted by the Qingtian Sword turned into white light, and then from white light to gray fluorescence, and the width of the sword body was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The contest between the spirit weapon and the spirit weapon not only depends on the strength of its own spiritual power, but also depends on whether the weapon holder can transmit his own spiritual power to the spirit weapon when the spirit weapon is exhausted.

Enables the artifact to maintain a combat state and achieve the effect of slashing the opponent's artifact.

The contest between the spirit weapons is not only a contest of the ability of the spirit weapon itself, but also a contest of the holder's ability.

At this time, the five Qingtian swords flew upward, and the three swords narrowed the protective circle against Liang Muyan.

Liang Muyan saw the two blue sky swords flying out, fighting with the black aura floating in the air, and the screams of porcelain dolls came from them, and she saw two blue lights and black aura colliding with each other.

The blue light quickly interspersed around the black aura, trying to disturb the black aura that was constantly gathering here, but it had little effect.

Because of the heavy night of this night, coupled with the dark clouds gathering all over the sky, and the incantations that kept reciting from the mouths of the five ghost Taoists, they were all urging more resentful spirits to gather towards the roof of the Xiangshan Villa.

Soon, the clones of the two Qingtian Swords exhausted their spiritual power and disappeared into the air.

The other three, although Liang Muyan couldn't tell which one was the original body of the Qingtian Sword, her blurred eyes looked at the crisis situation in front of her, and suddenly shed two somewhat shameful tears.

The sharp dagger was still in her palm, probably tears washed away the remaining filth in her eyes, and for a moment her eyes became clear, and she could see the form in front of her clearly.

A blurry image buried deep in her memory popped out of her mind.

A man and a woman sat on a glacier on the white side, watching the ever-changing colored aurora in the sky, and a giant sword stood beside the man.

"I heard that this sword of yours recognizes the Lord?"

"No, the sword has spirituality, and the longer anyone stays with it, the more it listens to whom."

"And if I'm in danger one day, will it come to my rescue?"

"Definitely, you're someone who has had a blood alliance with it, and you're half a master." The man replied very seriously.

And the woman was laughing at this time. Hot Spot Library

This laughter gave Liang Muyan an illusion that it seemed to be herself.

Blood Pact.

Yes, with blood as a medium, when the sword spirit is insufficient, she can absorb her martial arts spiritual power, even if her martial arts spiritual power is low, at least it can temporarily delay the time, no matter how bad it is, it is much better to die from the exhaustion of martial arts spiritual power than to die in the mouth of the resentful spirit.

Thinking of this, Liang Muyan grabbed the dagger in his hand without hesitation, slashed the dagger in the palm of his hand with the dagger, stood up straight, raised his bleeding right hand, and shouted at the sky.

"Here comes the sword."

With a whoosh, the three Qingtian swords merged into one, and the handle flew into Liang Muyan's right hand.

The blood flowing from the palm of Liang Muyan's right hand was sucked away by the Qingtian Sword without falling, and the sword body with a faint blue light instantly gave birth to many red stripes.

These red stripes converged towards the tip of the sword, and suddenly the weather changed drastically, and the black clouds that had been approaching before gathered rapidly in the direction pointed by the tip of the Qingtian Sword at a faster speed.

Even the Five Ghost Dao people, who had been standing still, looked up at the sky at the same time.

Whirlwinds, thunder, lightning, all in hand.

A powerful whirlwind blew the thirty-five ceramic dolls into a black whirlpool, the center of which was accompanied by incessant thunder and lightning.

The light of lightning, like thorny claws, grabbed the ceramic dolls, and a terrifying scream came from the center of the whirlpool.

These ceramic dolls are just ghost dolls and do not yet have the ability to speak, and for them, the expression of pain and joy is presented to the public with exclamations.

Although he couldn't tell the emotions hidden in these voices, watching them gradually turn into ashes, Liang Muyan knew that these ghost dolls were dead.

It's completely gone.

At this time, Liang Muyan also felt that his strength was disappearing, and his body was weakening.

Her eyes bulged outward, her hair turned gray, and her pretty face was wrinkled.

She is aging, at the cost of the depletion of martial arts spiritual power, Liang Muyan is aging.

Qingtian Sword did not stop absorbing the only spiritual power in Liang Muyan's body, but became even more presumptuous.

There is such a saying about the sword spirit recognizing the master, if the master's strength is not strong enough, he will be devoured by the sword qi spiritual power, and the blood alliance ceremony will become a tragedy for the sword spirit to devour the master.

At this time, Liang Muyan is developing towards the form of this tragedy, but she can't manage so much, at least she can die well.

However, when she clearly felt that her spiritual power was passing quickly, this pain was like a sharp knife, piercing back and forth in her body.

All the internal organs were fatally injured at the same time.

The painful feeling was finally released by her, only to see Liang Muyan raise his head to the sky, shouting loudly.

"Ah~!"

The tearing sound was mixed with extremely painful emotions, the sky and the earth changed, and a crackling thunder flashed.

Li Siwen, who had been meditating in the room without being disturbed by the outside world, suddenly opened his eyes.