The efficiency of Yuan Chengzhen and his disciples was beyond Xiao Fan's expectations.
A small Qimen Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams Formation was centered on Huang Qingyun's bedroom. It was arranged in less than an hour. Yuan Chengzi called out all the five proud disciples hidden in the dark, and added himself to do it himself.
, very fast movement.
Of course, the most important thing is that their array tools are ready-made and there is no need to be re-sacrificed.
Yuan Chengzi explained to Xiao Fan that it was because he had a similar idea at the beginning, and was afraid that a large formation would not be able to suppress the evil spirit that was descending from the blood, so he prepared to set up another auxiliary formation.
Unexpectedly, it really came in handy.
Of course, Xiao Fan was not idle during this period. Yuan Cheng Zhenren led his disciples to set up formations in the inner room, but he turned around the hospitality villa where he lived. He didn't know that he was a whole hour.
What are you doing?
Only Yuan Chengzi felt a faint wave of formations faintly from the other side of the villa.
It is estimated that Xiao Fan has also taken certain defensive measures in his residence. This is reasonable. Xiao Fan's current behavior is actually equivalent to being an enemy of the "Bugu Sect". The Grand Master of Mojiu has returned.
Luo Jiabang, when he is personally in charge of Mojiu Manor, there is absolutely no harm in being careful.
Huang Qingyun's bedroom became very vigilant. The furniture in the bedroom was moved aside, clearing the middle position. Huang Qingyun sat cross-legged in the middle, Xiao Fan sat opposite him, Yuan Chengzi and Ji Qingsha shared the
Two corners.
The others were gone.
Several disciples of Yuan Chengzi were still responsible for the vigilance on the periphery and protected the two large formations at the same time to prevent anyone from making trouble at critical moments.
Xiao Fan still has a floral shirt, big shorts, barefoot wearing a pair of casual leather shoes, sitting cross-legged opposite Huang Qingyun, but he is solemn and has no influence at all because of his hippie-style clothing.
Chu Hong's "Qiankun Cauldron" was sacrificed in front of Xiao Fan. A little blood dripped into the cauldron, and in a short while, an extremely strong and bloody smell spread inside the room.
Ji Qingsha stared at Xiao Fan's movements with her eyes fixed on her face, with a slight worry on her face.
A similar situation was just experienced once not long ago, but the blood drop in Fan Le's body was planted many years ago. At that time, Fan Ying was still a junior master who had just started, and the power of the head he fell was limited.
Several years have passed, Fan Ying's cultivation should have increased a lot. It can be seen from Huang Qingyun's painful torture that the power of blood reduction has increased greatly.
Although Xiao Fan has a profound magical style, he has never dealt with the surrender master before. The possibility of failure is not only high.
Failure to solve the technique is often more dangerous than failure to perform the technique.
Yuan Chengzi also looked serious, put his hands in his big sleeves and secretly grabbed a talisman. Whenever an accident occurs, he will immediately sacrifice the talisman to suppress the monsters.
Surprisingly, this time the blood drop was tempted to seduce it very smoothly, and it was far less troublesome than Fan Le's drop.
When the bloody smell floating out of the "Qiankun Cauldron" was so strong that it was a certain extent, a bloody light flashed on Huang Qingyun's forehead, and a bright red face gradually emerged from his body, condensed into shape in the air, and a pair of blood-colored eye beads
He stared at the "Qiankun Cauldron" in front of Xiao Fan. The personified greed appeared on his face, as if something inside the "Qiankun Cauldron" was very attractive to it.
A look of horror flashed in Yuan Chengzi's eyes.
Unexpectedly, Wuji Sect has such a magic weapon that can easily lure the head-reducing that is seed into the body. This is simply a magic weapon that specializes in restraining the head-reducing technique.
Seeing that the monster was lured out so quickly, Ji Qingsha was also quite surprised. When she thought about it, she suddenly realized that it was so hard to relieve Fan Le. The key was that the head-reducing technique had been entangled in his body for too long, and it had even been
It became a part of his body, and it was of course much more difficult to lure it out. In recent years, Fan Ying has been taking a different approach in order to pursue the power of the head-reducing technique. The power of blood drop has increased a lot, and at the same time,
, but it also has considerable flaws.
For example, if the monster is not stable enough, it may be one of its defects.
Xiao Fan raised his head and looked at the blood-red face lightly, with his eyes facing each other. The face suddenly shrank back suddenly, as if he was full of fear for Xiao Fan, and he was stumbled forward.
Ji Qingsha's eyebrows raised again. Could it be that this ghost was actually psychic? She could feel that Xiao Fan had a pure yang treasure like the "Tiangang Mirror" and was the nemesis of all evil ghosts?
Xiao Fan's face remained unchanged, and he muttered something in his mouth, and the bloody smell floating out of the "Qiankun Cauldron" became more and more intense.
After a moment of stalemate, the ghost finally couldn't resist the temptation. With a sharp ghost cry, he rushed towards the "Qiankun Cauldron", opened his bloody mouth, and wanted to swallow the "Qiankun Cauldron" in one mouthful. "Qiankun Cauldron" with great momentum.
The tripod "light shines brightly, and a bright red chaotic pattern emerges. In a flash, it turns into a huge silk screen, wrapping the ghosts in it.
The ghost was shocked and immediately became violent, twisting and struggling desperately, trying to break free from the blood net. The shrill sound of ghosts made people's hearts feel cold.
Seeing that the blood-colored silk screen ejaculated from the "Qiankun Cauldron" began to twist and deform, it seemed that it could be escaped by ghosts at any time. Yuan Chengzi raised his eyebrows and wanted to use the talisman in his hand to help Xiao Fan with his arm.
"disease!"
With a loud shout, Xiao Fan's five fingers with his right hand were in the shape of a tiger's claw and suddenly grabbed forward. In the air, a huge blood-red palm emerged out of thin air, grabbing the ghost struggling desperately.
Down.
The ghost seemed to know the power of the palm, and then screamed again and retreated suddenly. As a result, the blood-red wire mesh once again shone brightly, wrapping the desperate ghost, and suddenly pulled into the "Qiankun Cauldron".
The sound of ghosts cries came to an abrupt end, and the entire bedroom suddenly became extremely quiet.
With a "thump", Huang Qingyun, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly fell to the ground, motionless, as if he had fainted.
Xiao Fan ignored Huang Qingyun, raised his palm and the mini "Qiankun Cauldron" came to his hand. He looked at it carefully for a few seconds, nodded with satisfaction, and then turned his hand back, and the "Qiankun Cauldron" disappeared.
Yuan Cheng Zhenren was overjoyed, put away the talisman in his hand, bowed to Xiao Fan, and laughed: "Congratulations to Master Xiao, the task is completed. It's really amazing! I admire you, admire you..."
Xiao Fan smiled and said, "It's just a lucky person, I dare not be accused of Yuan Chengzhen's misunderstanding."
"Minister Xiao, don't be humble. Tonight, I'm very eye-opening. I really didn't expect that my Taoist magical power could still be used like this. From now on, Yuyang Temple has another unique skill, all of which are worshipped by Xiao
Given by the real person, haha…”
What makes the old Taoist priest happy laugh?
At this time, Huang Qingyun, who seemed to faint, woke up again, struggled to sit up straight, bowed deeply to Xiao Fan, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you for your kindness in saving your life. Huang Qingyun is still unable to repay Xiao Zhenren's great power even if he is broken into pieces. kindness."
Huang Qingyun's words were indeed from the heart. Sometimes, the sudden death was not terrible, but the torture of being extremely itchy and life was worse than death, but it was really unbearable for humans to bear.
Xiao Fan reached out and gently supported him, saying gently: "Mr. Huang doesn't have to do this. Being kind to others and accumulating merits is the rules of my Wuji Sect. I dare not violate the teachings of the ancestors of all generations."
Huang Qingyun raised her head, looking grateful, not sure what to say.
At the same time, in a large mansion not far from the Huang family, in a terrifyingly decorated secret room, a middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged on a wooden couch, with his hands folded on his lower abdomen. Close your eyes and rest.
The lights were not turned on in the secret room, just before the wooden couch, an oil lamp was lit on a small black table. The lights flickered and turned off, illuminating the shadow of the middle-aged man on the wall, making it look very strange.
The moment the face of the ghost was collected by the "Qiankun Cauldron", the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, his eyes suddenly opened, his face full of doubt.
"What's going on?"
The middle-aged man muttered to himself.
Feeling suddenly lost contact with blood drop.
This large mansion not far from Huang Mansion is the residence of the Fan family. This gloomy middle-aged man is naturally Fan Ying, the current parent of the Fan family.
It has not happened to him that the person who fell to the head suddenly lost contact. Generally speaking, the person who fell to the head will die and the head technique will become invalid. Or the head technique will be reduced. The person is too far away from him, and this kind of telepathy will be cut off.
Could it be that Huang Qingyun is dead?
Or maybe he ran away from Luojia City and ran away overnight?
It seems that neither of these possibilities is very big.
Fan Ying knew about the blood descending technique he had put on. Although it was very powerful, with the old man from Yuyangguan, Huang Qingyun was not dead so quickly, and he should be able to survive for a few more days. As for the cracking, it is Don't even think about it, Fan Ying is very confident in his stubborn technique.
Fan Ying also felt it was unreliable when she left Luojia City. At this moment, Huang Qingyun probably had become a bloody monster, right? It was just a terrifying look. Where could she run?
Besides, what's the use of going to another place? It's not a dead end!
But why did the contact suddenly be cut off?
Fan Ying pondered for a moment, but couldn't figure it out. A fierce light flashed in her eyes and muttered something in her mouth. An obscure mantra echoed gently in the secret room.
A gust of cold wind suddenly blew in the secret room, and a blurry figure appeared in front of the wooden couch out of thin air.
This figure is extremely blurry, as short as a child, swaying in the cold wind, as if it may disappear at any time.
"Go, go to Huang's house to check it out. Pay attention to the old man who is bullied and try to avoid him. If there is anything wrong, come back soon!"
Fan Ying whispered, as if talking to a very familiar person.
Another gust of cold wind blew by, and the vague ghost disappeared out of thin air.