A gust of cold wind blew, Gong Ning shivered, and there was an eerie chill all over his body, he opened his eyes slowly, but he couldn't see anything, his eyes blinked a few times, his eyelashes shaved on a piece of cloth, and he suddenly realized that his eyes were covered by a black cloth.

He wanted to take off the black cloth, but found that his arms were also tied, and he subconsciously wanted to escape, but his feet couldn't move, and his feet were cold, as if he was not wearing shoes.

Gong Ning was shocked, he recalled the scene before he fainted, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, could he really be sacrificed by the spirit blood? He had always sealed other people's souls and used them to refine weapons, and now he was actually going to be turned into a sacrifice slave of the spirit blood sacrifice by others, could this be the legendary retribution, right?

On Gong Ning's old face, his shriveled lips raised a wry smile, he is old, he has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for decades, and he has deceived many masters, but now he is planted in the hands of a teenager, he is really unwilling!

Stabilizing his mind, Gong Ning thought about it, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he felt the spirit of the instrument he was refining, and a terrible thought flashed in his heart: "Or, I still have a chance to turn the tables." ”

Since Gu Jun had the idea of wanting to sacrifice Gong Ning with spiritual blood, he secretly notified Baihu to come and help. Just as Gong Ning was fleeing, he just caught up with the white tiger coming from outside the west gate of Wenjiang City, and it was purely expected.

If you want to make a blood sacrifice, you have to build an altar, which takes some time, and the sacrifice process is quite tedious and difficult. It's a pity that Gu Jun doesn't know how to sacrifice living beings with blood, otherwise, he wouldn't use the blood sacrifice to force people to submit every time.

This time, Gu Jun didn't want to make a swear word again, after all, it was an old man who was summoned, and it was really difficult to use a swear word as a sacrificial speech. I can't say it, I will use this old man to swagger and deceive in the future, so I naturally have to use a decent sentence as a sacrifice.

So Gu Jun secretly decided that no matter how difficult the process of this spiritual blood sacrifice was, he must control his mouth at the moment of the spiritual blood sacrifice to ensure that his words can not only meet the heart of the slave, but also be decent enough.

The white tiger became a coolie to dig mountains and stones, and the ink frog became a carpenter to cut wood and obtain materials. It was almost late at night, the bright moon was in the sky, a silver glow was sprinkled on the glade, the white tiger and the ink frog were silently building the altar, with indescribable complex emotions in their hearts, and they didn't know whether to sympathize with the same people, or to gloat that there was a slave like themselves after the schadenfreude.

After the altar was built, Gu Jun also bathed in the small river in the forest, wearing a moon-white robe to make his angular face a little softer, standing with his hands in the moonlight, looking particularly holy, quite the style of the presiding priest.

With the experience of the Spirit Blood Sacrifice Ink Frog, Gu Jun consciously became familiar with the road, so he started the Spirit Blood Sacrifice to Gong Ning in full swing.

The black cloth on Gong Ning's eyes was removed, and the moonlight shone softly on his face, making his eyes a little uncomfortable.

At this time, he had been tied to the altar by the five flowers, and within the range of his head being able to turn, he saw Gu Jun's figure standing in the direction above his head.

He closed his eyes, with an expression of closing his eyes and waiting for death, wanting Gu Jun and the others to be less defensive against him.

Gu Jun began to recite the sacrificial text as he had done last time when the spirit blood sacrificed to the ink frog.

This sacrificial text was silently memorized by the White Tiger when it was sacrificed by the spirit blood, and it was naturally the words he scolded with Ban Yuan at that time. Gu Jun read it smoothly, but Gong Ning listened awkwardly, the corners of his mouth twitched again and again, and he was secretly suspicious in his heart, no matter how he listened to it, he felt that this sacrificial text was weird, and he didn't know what Gu Jun wanted to do to himself.

Gong Ning knew that this was his last chance, and he could only succeed and not fail, otherwise he would become a slave, and life would be worse than death. Therefore, he let the sacrificial text pop out of his left ear and his right ear, without thinking about his own intrigues in his heart.

When the sacrificial text was read to the critical place, Gu Jun's sword finger swept the center of his eyebrows, and a drop of crystal blood slowly oozed out from the center of his eyebrows, floating on the altar leisurely, condensing but not scattering, turning in a ~ circle, rippling with stacks of blood light, and falling on Gong Ning's body in wisps, as if to draw out Gong Ning's spiritual blood and merge with it.

The sacrificial slaves of the Spiritual Blood Sacrifice had to speak during the sacrifice. Only by speaking can you confide your inner thoughts, even if it is angry words, lies, or swear words, it doesn't matter, as long as it is words, there is the intention of the speaker, and this intention naturally comes from the soul, as long as the priest catches this sentence and responds to it, it can lead to the spiritual blood of the sacrificial slave to merge with it. Even if it is a creature with a strong soul, it can control the spiritual blood from breaking out of the body, and it will form a soul mark on its forehead because it speaks, and once the spiritual blood of the priest hits the mark at the right time, then the spiritual blood sacrifice is considered a success.

Gong Ning naturally didn't have the strength of the ink frog, he could prevent his spiritual blood from breaking out of his body, he didn't speak, he just laughed, laughed wildly, laughed wantonly, and Gu Jun shuddered when he laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at you for being ignorant, how dare you perform a spiritual blood sacrifice on a refiner like me!"

Gu Jun couldn't help Gong Ning speak, but he didn't expect Gong Ning to say such a sentence, anyway, the sacrificial slave who was sacrificed by the spirit blood was always in no good mood, no matter what he said, Gu Jun didn't care, the true yuan in his body was drumming, and he was about to sacrifice the sacrifice of the spirit blood sacrifice, Gong Ning's boots, feather fan and the blue turban actually flew out of the storage bag on his waist, gathered on the altar and burst open, and there was a shock in the space, and the dense soul breath surged towards him like a tide......

Gu Jun was shocked in his heart, and wanted to withdraw his spiritual blood, but found that his spiritual blood seemed to be imprisoned by the soul breath in the space?!

"How so?!"

Gu Jun could feel his soul twitching in his body for a while, and an indescribable sense of fear swept through his body, and he thought of the spirit of Gong Ning's refining instrument in a flash of light, and his brain couldn't help but explode - "Could it be that Gong Ning wants to use my spiritual blood on the occasion of the sacrifice?!"

Thinking of this, Gu Jun's scalp was numb, and he couldn't care about the sacrificial ceremony of the spiritual blood sacrifice anymore, so he stepped out with an arrow step and directly reached out to grab his spiritual blood.

However, the space seems to be transparent, but it is full of soul energy, Gu Jun wants to get close to his spiritual blood, it is as difficult as trekking through mountains and rivers, obviously using a thousand miles of feet, but it is as slow as if the whole body is being pulled up and down, and he can't take a step at all, and he can't stretch out his hand.

In fact, even if such an accident happened, the ritual of the spiritual blood sacrifice was still in the process of being initiated, and because Gong Ning opened his mouth to speak, his spiritual blood had already been born from the center of his eyebrows, but it was blocked by the soul power in the space, and Gu Jun's spiritual blood could not fuse his spiritual blood at all. The two drops of spiritual blood hung in the air like this, less than a zhang apart, but they were difficult to touch together.

The white tiger saw the danger of the matter and wanted to step forward to help, but he was timid, after all, Gu Jun's spiritual blood was hanging in the air, if it moved, even if it was a roar, it could shatter Gu Jun's spiritual blood, causing his soul to be damaged, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

The ink frog was also anxious, he had heard Gu Jun comment on Gong Ning's instrument spirit, and knew that Gong Ning, the old man, was scheming, and was very afraid that Gu Jun would suffer a big loss, at this moment, if there was no Gu Jun's spiritual blood floating in the air, it could completely open its mouth and suck it in one breath, regardless of whether it was soul or spiritual blood, it would all be swallowed into its stomach and digested, and now it could only stretch out its tongue and try its best to reach the two pieces of spiritual blood, no matter whose spiritual blood it was, as long as it reached one, it would have to turn around. However, the tongue of the ink frog is the same, the speed of stretching out is fast, but it is difficult to take it back, the soul breath in the space seems to be extremely complex, Rao is tongue is the most flexible part of the ink frog, and it has also become sluggish, and it is difficult to get close to the two drops of spiritual blood.

Just when Gu Jun, White Tiger, and Ink Frog were all helpless, Gu Jun's spiritual blood moved in mid-air!

Gu Jun's heart trembled, and he muttered, "Don't ......"

Gu Jun's spiritual blood seemed to be pushed away by the soul breath in the entire space, avoiding Gong Ning's spiritual blood and slowly pushing it onto Gong Ning's short fighting vest.

Gu Jun stumbled, only to feel that the strength of his body was taken away, his mind was blank, everything in the outside world was cut off from him in an instant, and his eyes were full of smoke, and the wisps were dense, as if he was in an extremely dense smoke-colored net......

Gu Jun covered his chest, a burst of suffocation made him almost suffocate, the air was so thin that he had to gasp for breath, his ears were full of piercing screams, and he really couldn't hear the words if he didn't listen carefully:

"Master!Master!What's wrong with you?!" was the voice of the ink frog, "Wake up! Your spiritual blood has been put into his vest by that bastard old man!"

"Gu Jun! Gu Jun, wake up quickly!" this was the voice of the white tiger, "The old man's back can actually give birth to flames, the altar has been burned red by him, your spiritual blood has dripped into his smoky vest, I don't know what he is doing!"

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Gu Jun suddenly said: "Is he going to refine me into an instrument spirit?!" (To be continued.) )