"Xiaohuan, what are you going to do!"

In Yunmo's memory, it was rare for Zhou Zhou Xian to be so anxious, so that before he looked back, he could imagine how distorted his old face was. Yunmo smiled, imagining that Xiaohuan accidentally broke some of his treasures, which made him so angry, but he was helpless.

But Yunmo, who was about to turn around and was shocked by the strange scene in front of him, couldn't help but turn abruptly with a pale face, and ran to Zhou Xian's side in three steps and two steps.

But the old man and the young man, although they were both sweating in a hurry, they both hesitated and did not dare to take the last step forward.

An invisible wave of qi was like a transparent film, gently retreating the two of them, and although both of them could easily break through its barrier, they shook their heads in unison and did not move.

And Xiaohuan knelt beside the young man in the Incense Valley. The robe of Yunmo wrapped around his body was lifted open, revealing the chest of the man's **. A white and tender little hand, with a slender finger that separated a gap and continued to flow blood, trembled, and traced a strange and strange pattern on the man's heart.

"Eh......" Zhou Xian's words just came out, but he was afraid of disturbing Xiaohuan, so he hurriedly swallowed the words in his mouth, and his old face was red, but Yunmo, who was close at hand, could clearly see his beard, trembling.

This is the spell of "Soul Harvesting"! Although it was the first time I saw it, this strange pattern, the blood line that had never faded and flowed faintly with dark light, made Yunmo confirm what Xiaohuan was doing for the first time, and he couldn't help but be anxious.

"Little girl doesn't know how thick the sky is!" Yunmo's mind suddenly remembered the roar that the ghost king had made to his little junior sister Tian Ling'er on Liubo Island. Although he doesn't know this way, he also knows the matter of the soul, which is dangerous and abnormal, don't say that Xiaohuan is still a little girl who has not grown up, and even an experienced old wizard behind the mana, he will not easily use such spells!

You must know that witchcraft is ferocious and hurts the body, and it can easily damage Yang Shou, let alone cast a spell on the dead!

Birth, old age, sickness and death are just the way of heaven and earth, how can it be reversed by manpower, and what is the difference between it and going against the sky!

Xiaohuan is still young, and he doesn't understand the danger, so he thinks about it and does it. However, Zhou Zhou Xian and Yunmo deeply understood the difficulties, not to mention how to find this man's soul among the thousands of fierce spirits in the Nine Hidden Realms, just because he had just launched the "Nirvana Mantra" and burned his soul in exchange for powerful power, and now it is unknown how many of these three souls and seven spirits are left.

Zhou Zhou Xian paced around in a panic, and the appearance of the fairy wind bones in the ordinary world had already been thrown away, and he was so anxious that he didn't realize that he had pulled out a lot of the well-maintained white whiskers on his chin.

But Yunmo, the only witness, didn't have the heart to laugh at him at all, he called out the Immortal Sword Soul countless times in his heart, but that guy seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep again, and there was no news.

Seeing that as Xiaohuan was about to finish drawing the wonderful symbol, Yunmo was so anxious that his mouth was dry, and the water in his body seemed to have almost turned into sweat this night, seeping out of his forehead.

But they didn't dare to go over to stop her, the magic circle had already been laid down, the ceremony was going on, and if it was forcibly interrupted by an external force, no one knew what would happen. But it is foreseeable that the backlash of Xiaohuan is definitely not small.

The wind is blowing.

The fallen leaves that floated from nowhere were sent to Xiaohuan from afar, swirling around her, spinning and turning, and finally when they were about to land, they "snapped" and were torn to pieces by the invisible stirring force.

At the same time, Xiaohuan trembled his arm and finished drawing the figure with the last stroke.

The mysterious light was faintly reflected, and the small village, which was still extremely hot when the fire was about to be extinguished, was unconsciously enveloped by a chill.

The cold is not biting, but it is extremely cloudy, as if a gust of yin wind blows out from the person's body, but the house in the distance is still burning, and the firelight is reflected in a clear blue color for some reason.

As the wind gradually rose, the surrounding air seemed to have some kind of unknown change, when Xiao Huan's mysterious incantation word after word was recited, there seemed to be some invisible substance in the air, making a fine, like a group of snakes "hissing", Yunmo sensitively noticed that although Xiao Huan was still in front of her eyes, the space she was in seemed to be temporarily peeled out, connected to another unknown mysterious place.

Like a deep door, it breathes a chilling breath.

Xiaohuan turned her back to the two of them, her thin shoulders trembled, Yunmo could imagine how pale her face was, maybe her big eyes were full of tears. But she didn't say a word, she still didn't hurry, and recited the scriptures calmly.

As she read out word by word, the air seemed to boil, and a trace of black gas appeared out of thin air, circling around Xiaohuan's small body, like a vulture foraging for food.

With Yunmo's eyesight, he could clearly distinguish that the twisted and swirling black qi was a complete or incomplete soul.

Xiaohuan used his own essence and blood as a medium to launch a secret spell, and he actually took the soul that had just passed away within a radius of several miles back from the Huangquan Road!

Being able to do this step is enough for Zhengming Xiaohuan to be above the ghost cultivation, how talented it is, just this point that she can do at a young age is already a realm that many adult wizards can only envy!

But when she was young, her spiritual power was too shallow, and although she relied on her aura-filled blood to detain these new souls, it was only the end of it. Her body had begun to shake slightly, and the whirlwind that was protecting her was getting weaker and weaker!

Those souls that had turned into black mist, approaching like vultures, flashing with bloodthirsty light!

Zhou Zhou Xian gritted his teeth and took out a crumpled and old talisman paper from his arms.

And Yunmo, seeing that he couldn't get a response from the Absolute Immortal Sword Soul, he didn't care about the danger, and slowly probed his divine sense carefully, counteracting the invisible whirlwind.

As soon as he made contact, he couldn't help but feel the sky spinning, and his divine consciousness was swept and swirled by a strong force, merging into the black qi composed of souls. Seeing that the impact on Xiaohuan was not great, Yunmo ruthlessly put all his divine sense into it, trying to identify the faces of those souls.

In his opinion, only by retrieving the soul of the man in the Incense Valley as soon as possible and ending this ceremony as soon as possible, Xiaohuan could be safe as soon as possible.

However, since several people had died in this village under the hands of the Immortal Hall killers just now, some of them had even separated their souls, and the shadows were blurred together, and even Yunmo had a lot of effort to find the soul of that Incense Valley disciple.

It's just that his soul is different from others, ethereal and almost transparent, like a puff of green smoke, as if it is about to disperse as soon as it blows.

"Ahem, cough, cough" Xiaohuan couldn't help but start coughing, and Yunmo, whose divine sense was thrown into black smoke, clearly saw that her white and tender face was flushed with iron blue, and a layer of rich black qi gradually enveloped her. He couldn't take care of it in a hurry, so he pulled the soul of the disciple of the Incense Valley and pushed it in front of Xiaohuan.

Xiaohuan opened one hand, grabbed the soul in the void, and the other little hand that was still bleeding caressed the center of the mysterious pattern on the man's chest, and pressed it!

Seeing that the ethereal green smoke slowly submerged into their bodies, Xiaohuan and Yunmo (as well as Zhou Zhou Xian, who had been nervous for a long time holding the rune paper) breathed a sigh of relief.

Yun Mo felt that strange cold aura seemed to be gradually dissipating, and was about to withdraw his divine sense to check Xiaohuan's physical condition.

But suddenly, those remaining souls did not disperse, and for some reason they all let out a sharp whistling sound and rushed towards Xiaohuan frantically!

Yun Mo looked at it, and suddenly reacted, after the young man cast the spell, there were already few three souls and seven spirits left, and what Xiaohuan recalled was only a weak soul that was about to disperse!