Wu Ling was suspicious, and it was not her who was most nervous, but the old man of the Wu family.

The old man of the Wu family looked like he was about to faint, and glared at Wu Ling in disbelief.

Wu Ling was calm, "The first time I use it, there is no problem in theory." ”

None of the others believed Wu Ling's words.

The man in the robe gritted his teeth, as if he wanted something, blushed, and didn't come out in the end.

The Taoist priest said: "In that case, let's consider other options." ”

The three of them excluded Wu Ling, and they didn't pull Ye Qing up, so they discussed it on their own.

The old man of the Wu family pressed his chest and pointed at Wu Ling.

Wu Ling didn't have anything, just focused on continuing to complete the remaining part of the formation content.

Ye Qing stood at the edge of the formation and watched.

A few minutes later, with a thud, something crossed an arc across the sky and fell to the ground with a thud.

The thing that landed on the ground rolled twice and stopped.

It was a sleek head, with no hair, no nose, no ears, and the whole head looked like a round, flesh-colored orb. Only those eyes, still black and white.

The nose and ears were not cut off, but strangely sunk into the head and fit into the head, as if they were born with such a deformity.

However, ten minutes ago, this was still the head of a monk with a solemn appearance.

When everyone saw the head clearly, there was another sound in the sky. This time it was also the head that flew in, but it was stripped of the skin, and only the flesh and bones inside remained.

Then came the third head, which disintegrated in the air, as if it had been precisely dissected, and the skin, bones, and muscles were separated and fell to the ground.

The faces of the people were extremely ugly.

The head of the fourth monk did not appear.

The other of the two monks walked back from the path he had left behind, covered in blood.

"It's a monster...... We're all going to die...... We're all going to die! Hahaha! The monk laughed and spread his hands as if to hug something.

Suddenly, a dark shadow swept across the sky.

A giant bird with a wingspan of more than three meters flew from somewhere, swept by like lightning, and directly took the monk's head.

The monk's headless body shook and fell straight to the ground.

The big bird spread its wings and flew high, and it made the sound of an eagle chirping through the clouds.

I kept my head up, looking at the giant bird that flew into the sky and then disappeared.

Is this also an illusion?

What is the monster falling here? Is it really a ghost?

What happened here reminds me of the Junli Hotel. Grotesque, absurd, illogical.

Is it something like that?

However, everything that happens here seems to have some strange style.

I don't come out either, it's a ......

"It's done." Wu Ling stood up and looked in good spirits. She looked at the others, "I'm starting to summon it to appear now." ”

Others were noncommittal.

Wu Ling didn't wait for the others to give an affirmative answer, walked to the edge of the formation, knelt on his knees, cut his wrist with a knife, and muttered strange words while dripping blood on the outline of the outer circle of the formation.

I just think it's a little familiar, and although I don't understand it at all, I'm sure I've heard it somewhere.

As Wu Ling continued, the formation turned red.

There was more of a taste of prayer and prayer in her chanting, and her head was tilted up, and her eyes were closed to the blue sky.

The wound on the wrist was not deep, and the blood was dripping down drop by drop, with a sense of rhythm.

The change in the color of the formation is also gradual, full of a charm of change.

As the color of the formation was completely transformed, a ray of sunlight shone directly from the sky. It was like a dark cloud being pierced by sunlight, and only that ray of sunlight happened to fall in the center of the formation.

There's something magical about this scene.

My heart is full of expectations, and I am 100% confident that Wu Ling can succeed.

Looking at other people, except for Ye Qing's face, I can't see it, everyone else has the same expectations as me, I believe it may not be.

Wu Ling's voice interrupted abruptly.

The others didn't react yet, but I turned my head sharply to look at Wu Ling next to me.

It shouldn't end like this, my gut feeling is. It's like an outer song, I don't understand the lyrics in it, and I know where the ending is when I listen to the tune. It's not the end yet.

It was also at this moment that I remembered where this familiarity came from.

It's the Wu family's scriptures, or spells.

It's not the current Wu family, it's the ancient Wu family.

It may be that the two spells are not exactly the same, but they are in the same language, dialect, maybe some dialect of ancient times.

Whatever it was, now it's interrupted.

Wu Ling opened his eyes, and a wound appeared on his bare neck.

She coughed, clutching the blood gushing from her throat.

I really didn't expect Wu Ling to be in such a situation.

The amount of bleeding is as if Wu Ling's throat was cut!

My heart was beating wildly, and my first reaction was to ask Ye Qing for help.

Ye Qing was indifferent, staring at the beam of sunlight.

There was a stabbing sound.

In the sunlight, the carpet was torn open, and under the carpet, a hand reached out. That hand was full of holes.

The big guy crawled out from under the carpet. His eyes were gone, his mouth was wide open, and the nails and metal rings on his body were gone.

Ning Guowei and the others shouted in panic.

The hunk was in this sound, burrowing out from under the carpet and standing in the sunlight.

Every hole in his body spewed red liquid.

For a moment, I actually thought that this guy had turned into a human fountain.

My consciousness wandered for a moment, and was pulled back by Ye Qing's laughter.

I looked at Ye Qing and didn't see his face, but I didn't hear the laughter right now.

Ye Qing looked down at Wu Ling.

I also hurriedly looked over.

Wu Ling knelt on the ground, his hand still covering his throat, but there was no longer blood spurting out like a spring.

"What did you summon?!" The robed man roared angrily.

Wu Ling couldn't answer.

I squatted beside Wu Ling, trying to examine her wounds.

The bleeding seemed to have stopped, but Wu Ling's expression looked painful, his face was pale, and his body was trembling slightly.

"Dead, dead again......" Ning Guowei muttered to himself, and the whole person looked like crazy.

The staff couldn't bear it anymore and ran out.

The fountain of the human body is over, and the sunlight is gone. The shriveled human body collapsed into a blood-soaked carpet and splashed a little of blood.

"If you all give up, I'll take over now. Give you five minutes to get out of here. Ye Qing said.

"It's just this girl who fails. I haven't given up yet. The robed man said.

As soon as he spoke, he heard only two "hiss" sounds, and the short sword held by the robed man turned into two colorful snakes, which catapulted into the robe man's face and bitten his eyes.

"Ahh

He let out a cry of pain and covered his eyes. The skin on his face gradually revealed green tendons, but they were not normal colors, starting from his head, neck and the backs of his hands.

The body covered by clothing may also be full of these strange symptoms.

His voice became hoarse, his body twitched twice, and then he slowly fell to the ground, motionless.