As soon as the clay figure was put down, the soul pounced, mistook the clay figure for Ding Xiaocong, and viciously drilled in. Ding Xiaocong immediately picked up a needle and pricked it on the back of his hand, and after being stained with some blood, he poked into the clay man's heart.

This soul descended was temporarily rooted, and then Ding Xiaocong continued to pinch the clay figure, his hand speed became faster and faster, and the clay figure he pinched out became more and more ugly.

When the large army arrived, there were small footprints on the floor, and he didn't raise his head, he casually put down the second clay figure, pricked the next soul with a needle, and then continued to pinch.

The third soul came too quickly, Ding Xiaocong seemed to be a little too late, he simply drew a spiral on the lime beside him. The soul descended to smell the breath of the living, and immediately screamed and pounced, and a small whirlwind rose from the gray ground.

Luring away the third soul descendant, he pinched it a few times, blocked the clay figure that had just been pinched in the way of the fourth soul descending, nailed it smoothly, and then continued to pinch tightly. The situation seemed to be very urgent, and the soul was coming more and more densely, but he was always unhurried, and when he was too busy, he temporarily led away, and there were more and more clay people around him who were pierced in his heart.

From slow to tense, as the soul descends one by one, the rhythm gradually becomes calm. Finally, all the footprints were cut off, and there was a circle of clay figurines around him.

Next, he took out a stack of small round mirrors from his bag, distributed them one by one, and placed one in front of each clay figure. At this time, Ding Xiaocong was already completely immersed in the spell, his expression was focused and there were no distractions, his movements became more and more smooth, and he was like flowing water, only listening to a dense crisp sound of "Ding Ding Ding", and a circle of clay figures all fell.

It is difficult to nail the ghast spirit with a needle, but before the medicinal properties of the clay man evaporate, these soul descendants will treat the clay figure as Ding Xiaocong and will not take the initiative to come out, and when they realize that something is wrong, the mirror will give them a doubt, all of them, don't think of any of these things before dawn.

Solve these soul drops, Ding Xiaocong immediately stood up, ready to rush out of the door and go to the top floor, it is not a way to be beaten passively like this, since he has judged the position of the other party, it is better to come face to face and fight to the death.

As soon as he stood up, he immediately noticed the abnormality, turned his head to look at the window, and saw a pale figure hanging upside down against the windowpane. Being able to interfere with his thinking at such a distance, Ding Xiaocong knew that the real evil had come.

There was also a situation in the window on the other side, this time it was a short-haired man, and the two evil ones hung upside down outside the window, one left and one right, looking at Ding Xiaocong coldly, motionless. Ding Xiaocong hurriedly collected his thoughts, he didn't dare to act rashly, he had never seen such a strong soul as vicious, no wonder Lin Doudou and Lin Nan would be scared like that.

Slowly sitting down again, Ding Xiaocong began to hum the ghost sound softly, firstly to interfere with the two evil descendants, and secondly, to shake his soul and try to offset the disturbance of his soul.

At this moment, there was a noise in his ears, as if he was on a lively street, Ding Xiaocong's heart sank, it was broken! The ability of this soul descending master still exceeded his expectations, and there would be so many soul descendants!

The next moment, Ding Xiaocong hurriedly opened the witch's eye, only to see one soul after another coming out of the opposite wall, all black in color, with malignancy, I am afraid that the number is not hundreds! The ability of these soul descents is not strong, but the number is too much, coupled with the evil descents outside the windows on both sides, it can simply form an army of soul descendants, with his current soul power, it is impossible to withstand it at all, and there is no spell that can deal with so many at the same time.

What to do?!

The first time he fought with someone in his life, he met such a master, and Ding Xiaocong's confidence began to waver.

Seeing the dense soul descending towards him, Ding Xiaocong's eyes were red, if he was alone, he would not hesitate to choose to retreat, but Lin Doudou and Lin Nan were still in the back room, he had no choice but to carry it head-on.

There is only one way - the Blue Dragon Red Blood Great Array that I just learned from Venerable Zhang Chengyu!

Glancing back at the back room, Ding Xiaocong took out a knife from his bag and cut it on the veins in his right elbow, and under the strong blood pressure, the hot blood immediately spurted out, and a little blood splashed on his face.

The so-called "Green Dragon Red Blood Array", the material used to cast the spell is its own blood.

This formation was created by Zhang Chengyu himself, which combines Zhu Youshu and Taoism plus some ancient methods, which is extremely powerful, and the loss is even more amazing, even Zhang Chengyu himself has only used it once in actual combat, Ding Xiaocong has no choice but to fight this time.

The veins were cut, and after the first blood spurted out, the blood pressure immediately decreased, and the hot blood flowed down Ding Xiaocong's arm, and when it snaked to the palm of his hand, he stretched out his two fingers and formed a sword, bent down and pointed on the floor.

Smelling the blood, the souls immediately went insane, and even the two leaders outside the window came in through the windowpanes, instinctively allowing them to chase the blood of the living.

Ding Xiaocong's bloody fingers pointed to the ground, and immediately began to sketch quickly.

He held the ground with his left hand, and his right hand kept winding and outlining, and runes composed of blood appeared, these runes were connected end to end, and the gestures were continuous, all in one go.

Gradually, the runes were combined into a dragon tail, which continued to extend upwards, and the scales and spines appeared, and Ding Xiaocong used his own blood as the pigment to draw a dragon!

The dragon's body was rapidly extending upward, and Ding Xiaocong kept humming ghost sounds to cheer up his spirits and resist the dizziness caused by blood loss. As he painted, he shivered, blood loss would cause cold, but that wasn't the main cause, those ghasts had all entered the unfinished array.

The stronger the malignancy of the soul, the heavier the yin qi on the body, so many evil spirits gathered around him, Ding Xiaocong now feels like falling into an ice cave, so cold that it is difficult to control himself.

Hundreds of souls descended into the Qinglong Red Blood Array, chasing fresh blood, that is, chasing Ding Xiaocong's fingers, at this time, as long as he pauses slightly, all the souls will instantly enter his body, his soul can't resist at all, and his death in an instant is considered light.

Enduring the biting cold, Ding Xiaocong's eyes widened, desperately maintaining the speed of sketching, in his own eyes, a layer of frost had formed on the surface of his body, and the breath exhaled was white, as if he was in the polar region.

At this time, he not only has to fight against cold and dizziness, but more importantly, he maintains his memory, as long as he makes a wrong stroke, the great array will be abolished, and he himself will be doomed immediately. Under this pressure, he forgot to be afraid, and just desperately locked his memory, concentrating on sketching, and did not dare to be distracted in the slightest.

The ghost sound kept going, but by this time it had become a trill.

At this time, the red-blooded green dragon had already completed most of it, and the final dragon head began to gradually take shape. From the depiction to the present, Ding Xiaocong's fingers have never left the ground, and the stroke of Jackie Chan is incredible.

At this moment, Lin Doudou exclaimed behind him: "Shallot, what are you doing?!" ”

Lin Doudou sensed that something was wrong in the back room, and ran to the door boldly, and an extremely bloody scene unfolded in front of her eyes. The large living room was like purgatory, a dragon composed of hot blood twisted and twisted, occupying the entire floor, and Ding Xiaocong, whose face was pale, was still sketching on the ground with one hand!