In the woods, it was the middle of the night, and the yin air was in full swing.

In the faint light, that strange spell slowly unfolded.

The first drop of blood, dripping from the cut on Xiaohuan's white arm, slowly fell next to the wild dog Taoist, and then, Xiao surrounded the wild dog Taoist, with his own blood, dripping down next to the wild dog Taoist, watching her wrist slowly shake, the dripping blood on the ground, slowly forming a strange picture.

In the dense forest, as the blood-red eucalyptus gradually took shape, the faint sound of ghosts began to cry. Zhou Zhou Xian stood aside and watched, the corners of his eyes twitching slightly.

And Li Qingyun, who saw this scene above the sky, suddenly frowned at this moment.

He knew what the weird picture was.

"Soul searching? Where did Xiaohuan learn it? ”

"It doesn't seem to be an orthodox inheritance, and performing this will cost a lot of life."

Although he knew that Xiaohuan's trip was dangerous, Li Qingyun still did not rush to the rescue.

Or maybe he was watching on guard against Mr. Ghost before, but now he is curious about Xiaohuan.

Soul searching is not a simple magic, but a supernatural power that has the ability to bring the dead back to life.

There is only one great wizard in the entire Southern Xinjiang Society, and there is still a complete inheritance and cultivation for I don't know how many years it took to succeed.

Xiaohuan is now sixteen or seventeen years old, and she still follows Zhou Zhou Xian all day long, and she has almost no time to cultivate, so how did she learn this soul-searching magic?

Li Qingyun became curious.

What he was more curious about was Xiaohuan's mastery of this anomaly.

......

At this moment, Xiaohuan sat down three feet in front of the head of the wild dog Dao man.

In the secluded and dense forest, Huo Ran let out a ghost roar out of thin air, and in an instant, the entire forest roared again and again, and the yin qi swept overwhelmed. The cloudy wind gusted from all directions, blowing the surrounding trees to sway, and behind the shadows of all the branches, there seemed to be countless cold eyes staring at this place.

Xiaohuan's face was solemn, he slowly closed his eyes, a pair of white hands were clasped on his chest, and he chanted a mysterious incantation in a low voice, and after a while, his slender palm spread out on his chest, slowly lowered, and put it into the pool of blood in front of him.

The blood diagram surrounding the body of the Wild Dog Daoist suddenly lit up in an instant, and all the blood seemed to suddenly get life, and began to circulate in the diagram.

At the same time, the originally pale face on Xiaohuan's face suddenly had a bit more weird black energy.

The yin wind became stronger and stronger, and the entire dense forest seemed to be darkened at this moment, only the magic circle began to shine.

The lively flow of blood, like the most delicious delicacy, attracted countless ghosts.

The expression on Zhou Xian's face became more and more worried, he knew the danger of this soul harvesting thaumaturgy, just imagine, what a dangerous thing it should be for ordinary people to snatch souls from the underworld.

However, Xiaohuan is hindered by cultivation, and he only casts spells within the scope of this dense forest, and the impact is barely large, so he doesn't think it will alarm those underworld protectors with high ghost power, otherwise one will be accidentally targeted, which is really unimaginable.

It's just that now it seems that it is just this style of formation, and Xiaohuan also feels a little unbearable, but seeing that the black qi on her face is getting heavier and heavier, her body also begins to tremble.

You must know that this spell is not the same as when she treated the golden bottle, the soul of the golden bottle has not been exhausted, and it is much easier to collect the remnants of the soul by desire.

And this time, Xiaohuan walks in a rough and shallow way, running the most weird and difficult thaumaturgy in this ghost path, and lacks the most critical soul, even if the difficulty is only to find the soul of the wild dog Daoist in all the wandering souls in this dense forest, but it is dangerous, and it is already very human.

You must know that those two beast demons don't know how many lives they have harmed here, and I don't know how many unjust souls hovered here and failed to die.

And Xiaohuan laid out this formation, but it was clear that he wanted to take a soul into this body, how could this not make all the ghosts go crazy?

For a while, the wind and clouds changed color, and countless looming black qi rushed towards Xiao Huan, and the color of pain on Xiao Huan's face became heavier and heavier, and his complexion was almost completely shrouded in black qi.

Looking at it like this, I'm afraid that Xiaohuan won't last long, but somehow, she still refuses to give up, so many ghosts and ghosts hovering around her, or ghosts crying wolves, or begging, or fiercely forcing each other, all kinds of things, all the pain and despair in this world, all the evil feelings, as if they are about to pierce her mind, but Xiaohuan is still struggling to support, with a little spiritual power she still has left, looking for it in the endless sea of unjust souls.

If you fail this time, I'm afraid that you won't have a chance again!

Zhou Zhou Xian was already sweating in a hurry, but he didn't dare to disturb Xiaohuan, so he had to walk all over the ground, sighing.

Seeing Xiaohuan's persistence in the air, Li Qingyun's eyes flashed: "What a terrifying talent, obviously the program is wrong, but it can still be used, and it has persisted for so long with a slight aura, this... Could it be the reincarnation of a delicate witch? ”

Xiaohuan's talent startled Li Qingyun, he had obtained the inheritance of the five clans in southern Xinjiang, and the soul searching technique performed by Xiaohuan was completely visible in his eyes.

He clearly saw that the opponent's formation was flawed, if it was used by outsiders, I am afraid that it would be sacrificed to the underworld in the next second, and there was nothing wrong with Xiaohuan, what was even more terrifying was that Xiaohuan had obviously been eaten by the ghost qi at this moment, and it stands to reason that her life would be eroded by the ghost qi, but she just looked painful, but it was fine.

"That's all there is to the reincarnation of Yama."

Li Qingyun grunted, pulling Xiaobai and Lu Xueqi down quickly.

If you want Xiaohuan to continue, she may be fine, and the wild dog Taoist really can't be saved.

At this moment, Xiaohuan's face full of black gas suddenly showed a joyful color, and the right hand that was originally immersed in the blood pool magic circle suddenly stretched out, grabbed it in the air, and then put it down sharply and grabbed the right hand of the wild dog Taoist.

Immediately after that, she also stretched out her left hand from the pool of blood, and when she grabbed the void, suddenly, the ghosts and ghosts in the sky roared loudly, and they all seemed to fall into an irrepressible rage, and the ghostly aura was like iron, and in an instant, black qi shrouded in, surrounding Xiaohuan's body.

Outside the magic circle, the trees within three zhang withered, as if they couldn't bear this boundless ferocious anger.

Zhou Xian was shocked, at a loss, only to see Xiaohuan gasping for breath, several times wanted to put his left hand on the right hand of the wild dog Taoist, but the endless black qi surrounded her thickly, the ghost roared again and again, and the yin wind gusted, as if there was a strong force that made her unable to press it. And Xiaohuan's complexion became more and more ugly, his body trembled, and the corners of his mouth gradually flowed blood.

Seeing that this magic circle was about to be burned, Zhou Xian was in a hurry, and was about to rush over desperately to pull Xiaohuan away from the magic circle, although he didn't know what the consequences were, but it was always good to stay away from those ghosts.

Unexpectedly, before his body moved, a thunderbolt flashed in the air, and the next moment, a black and purple big sword was actually plunged into the chest of the wild dog Taoist.

Zhou Zhou Xian and Xiaohuan didn't see the appearance of the big sword clearly, but when they were shocked, Xiaohuan felt that the help around her was loosened, and her left hand was easily placed on the right hand of the Wild Dog Daoist.

At the moment when Xiaohuan held the wild dog's arm, he only heard a slight cracking sound, and a dark red light started from the wild dog Taoist's palm, extending downward like lightning, and in a blink of an eye, it spread all over the wild dog Taoist's body, and then, the wild dog Taoist's whole body lit up together, and after a while, it darkened again and returned to normal.

At that moment, Xiaohuan reluctantly opened his eyes and stared at the head of the wild dog Taoist in front of him, and suddenly tilted his head, and he slowly let out a breath.

Xiaohuan was overjoyed, and his spirit was relaxed, but it was suddenly dark in front of him, and the person had fainted.