Shen Yun shook with one hand, broke away from the gray squirrel, and flew to the side with a "whoosh".

Despite the loss of the shackles of the demon rope, the gray squirrel still lay tremblingly in the center of the circle, not daring to move, his eyes showing fear.

Shen Yun's eyebrows raised slightly, and with a slight stroke of one hand on his fingertips, a bloody mouth was suddenly cracked, and he flicked the formation again, only to see a drop of blood flying out, instantly suspended above the center of the magic circle.

There are words in his mouth, and he punches out the trick and blends in that drop of blood.

The blood suddenly woke up as if it were awakened, and the strange movement gradually turned into a miniature, blood-red pentagram array.

After the blood circle was formed, a rich dark aura emanated.

"Squeak, squeak!"

The gray squirrel became more nervous, fidgetily walking back and forth.

However, it was very afraid of the surrounding wall of mana light, and only dared to turn around in a small open space in the center, and did not dare to touch the wall of light of the magic circle at all.

Shen Yun pointed to the void, only to see the blood circle slowly falling, falling towards the gray squirrel's head.

The gray squirrel was even more frightened, screaming strangely to avoid this blood circle, and even his eyes were red, crashing into the wall of light of the magic circle that he didn't dare to approach before.

Just touched, it was immediately bounced away.

The gray squirrel let out a scream, faintly wounded.

Seeing that the blood circle was about to sink into the gray squirrel's head, the gray squirrel suddenly turned over out of thin air.

"Whoosh".

The blood circle disappeared into the gray rat's body.

The gray squirrel fell to the ground and fell unconscious.

Shen Yun frowned slightly, although the blood magic circle entered the body of the ghost beast, it might also be successful in recognizing the master, but the effect was not as good as entering the head of the ghost beast.

However, the matter has come to this point, and I can't care about anything else for the time being, so I can only cast a spell first and complete the ceremony.

The magic circle continued to overflow with mana, turning into points of light, and burrowing into the gray squirrel's body like a falling star.

The gray squirrel immediately woke up, but like a nightmare, it couldn't move at all, but the look of resistance in its eyes was even greater.

Shen Yun's face was gloomy, he didn't expect this little gray squirrel to be so resistant to the ceremony of recognizing the lord?

The points of light flew into the gray squirrel's body one after another, due to the resistance and struggle of the other party, Shen Yun felt that his divine sense was consumed rapidly, and the gray squirrel in front of him also became weak at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, the gray squirrel fell to the ground and fell unconscious again.

The Soul Contract Circle completed its mission, turning into stars and dissipating.

"It's done?" Shen Yun's eyes showed doubt, and he looked at the gray squirrel lying on the ground with great weakness. No matter what his strength is, this is the first ghost beast he captured, but I don't know if the ceremony was successful.

Shen Yun silently operated the ghost trick and tried to communicate with the gray squirrel.

I saw the gray squirrel raise his head, looked around blankly, and suddenly found that the magic circle had disappeared, and suddenly let out a cheer, dragging his weak body and about to escape.

It's just that it's so weak that it drags on the ground.

Shen Yun let out a long sigh, looking disappointed.

Just now, the ghost trick couldn't contact the gray squirrel at all, and the ceremony of recognizing the Lord failed.

Generally speaking, if you want to subdue a ghost beast, you only need your own divine sense to be stronger than the opponent.

Shen Yun is currently cultivating at the fourth level of spiritual silence, and his divine sense is much stronger than that of a second-level gray squirrel, but why is it so resistant to recognizing the Lord?

Shen Yun pondered for a long time, but he never understood the essentials. Roughly speaking, I think that it may not be the pressure caused by the lack of coercion, but the nature of the ghost beast is unwilling to admit the master, and of course, there is also some luck involved.

With a wry smile, he looked at the gray squirrel that was moving slowly and trying to escape, rolled his hand, and put it into the ghost bag.

Although this submission failed, after a while, it can come again.

It's just that this gray squirrel is so weak, and when it recovers, it will take at least a few months, and even if it succeeds in recognizing the Lord, I'm afraid it won't play a role in this big competition.

However, Shen Yun was reluctant to throw it away, thinking in his heart that if he really couldn't catch a better one, he could only take it back and try it.