The bloody figure in the sky began to breathe slowly, and waves of throbbing spread outward, rippling like waves in the night.
This seems to be an exploratory type of mood.
Wu Maxi observed it for a while, then sped up the movements of his hands. His fingers flickered, and various materials and runes quickly returned to their positions. As the last light diagonal stroke was formed, the orange-yellow blurry light flashed away, and the entire
The array guide was activated and disappeared into the peeling ground, leaving no trace at all.
This formation is called a prison. It is simple in layout and not particularly powerful, but it is enough for a temporary camp.
Wu Maxi then used the spiral cone to shoot the blood-colored figure in the sky. As soon as the blood-colored figure touched the spiral cone, it immediately dispersed into a red cloud and followed the trajectory of the spiral cone to counterattack.
Wu Maxi's eyes tightened, and the black horn instantly flew out of the elephant ring, colliding with the red cloud, and was immediately invaded by the red cloud. The dark brown body emitted a dazzling red light beam, reaching the dark sky, and the bloody
The moon echoes.
Wu Maxi frowned and looked at the vision in front of him. The red light made his face become solemn and solemn. He weaved a corpse exorcism spell, but as soon as the artistic conception touched Wu Jiao's body, he encountered a wave of energy.
The strange resistance, like the scaly lake surface reflecting golden light, prevents the zombie curse from invading Wujiao's body.
Weird mood.
Wu Maxi felt that the blocking force was not too strong, and was about to use the corpse exorcism curse to forcefully squeeze into Wujiao's body. After thinking about it for a moment, she gave up this plan and left Wujiao in the center of the formation.
It was covered with a piece of animal skin, and the weaving was followed by the wind into the night and retreated into the array, hidden in the darkness outside, staring at the black horn in the center of the array.
The bloody light shines out from under the animal skin and shoots straight into the dark sky, just like the giant ornate watch in the Great Xia Palace back then.
Under the illumination of the blood-colored light pillar, the night wind seemed to have suddenly stopped. The chirping of insects only sounded once or twice after a long time. In the solidified night wind, it was extremely dry.
A figure suddenly appeared on top of a broken wall, standing silently, its dark clothes hanging straight down like cast iron, motionless.
The man wore a long, dark red mask on his face, which looked strange and alluring in the moonlight. A pair of eyes hidden behind the mask shone with green light, falling on Wujiao.
The man looked at it for a moment, then stretched out his right hand. Under the moonlight, the palm of his hand was slender and beautiful, and the movements of his five fingers were soft and smooth, as if he was pinching an invisible orchid.
A wisp of dark red rose above the middle finger, and gradually condensed into a tiny red cloud. The man flicked his finger, and the small red cloud floated up, slowly towards Wujiao as if being carried by the breeze.
A dim yellow light barrier suddenly emitted from the outside of Wujiao, blocking the red cloud outside.
"Huh!"
With a faint "Eh" sound, the man in black turned his palm, and continuously changed into three or five beautiful hand shapes, as elegant and light as a flower blooming. Finally, he squeezed the two fingers of his index thumb, and the whole hand shape suddenly changed, sharp as an eagle's peck,
The green light in the man's eyes suddenly became sharp, like an eagle eyeing its prey.
Hongyun suddenly changed its form, and instantly condensed into a sharp blood spike, which pierced towards the dim light barrier, making a sharp friction sound. The light barrier became distorted under the attack of the blood spike, and was soon destroyed.
It was pierced, and then the blood thorn seeped into the light barrier, penetrated through the animal skin, and stabbed towards the black horn under the animal skin.
"Whoosh!"
With a sharp sound breaking through the air, Wuma Xi, who was hiding in the darkness, launched a surprise attack. A sharp arrow was shot at the man in black, and it was close to the opponent's abdomen in an instant.
The man in black suddenly transformed into a red mist, and the sharp arrow passed through the red mist without any hindrance and shot straight into the depths of the night sky.
The red mist slowly dissipated in the night sky, leaving no trace of anyone on the ruins.
Wu Ma Xi's eyes flashed with a cold and stern light.
After being entangled in the darkness for so long, Wu Ma Xi didn't suffer any loss, but she didn't take any advantage either.
The other party's artistic conception is somewhat similar to Huo Bihai's, and blood is everywhere, but if you think deeply, you will find the difference between the two. Huo Bihai's artistic conception is essentially a celestial phenomenon, just covered with a layer of blood, while the artistic conception of the man in black
, but it is obviously different from the celestial phenomena.
This artistic conception is somewhat similar to a mysterious character in "Journey to the West".
In "Journey to the West", there once appeared a very strange character, called the Blood King by the author. This Blood King intercepted and killed the messengers sent by Zha Yihou, and also plotted against the vanguard of Jian Shuang City. The last time he appeared was
He and Gu Zizang fought life and death in the jungle, turned into blood mist and disappeared. In the end, the author did not explain which force the blood king belonged to. He appeared and disappeared out of thin air, just like a mystery.
The artistic conception of the man in black in front of him is almost the same as the artistic conception of the blood mist when the Blood King finally disappeared.
Wuma Xi remained silent, quickly weaving into the night with the wind, getting into the darkness, and patrolling around the battlefield.
It's just that the other party seems to be proficient in the art of invisibility in the dark. After the fog disappeared, there was no movement or sound, and it seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. Wu Maxi searched around and found no trace or sound.
Wu Ma Xi did not relax her vigilance and hid in the darkness, quietly waiting for the other party to appear.
Time passed quietly while waiting, and the bloody light beam on Wujiao's body had already dimmed.
A slight wind blew up in the night, carrying the intermittent chirping of insects, wandering east and west among the ruins.
I don't know since when, a faint smell of blood began to permeate the night sky, vaguely present. Wu Maxi quickly noticed this change and became increasingly vigilant.
A wild rat swaggered in front, staring at Wu Ma Xi with a pair of dark eyes, less than a meter away, his eyes full of sinister and bloodthirsty.
The smell of blood suddenly became strong, and the vitality in the pair of small eyes suddenly disappeared, and then two thin lines of blood shot out from the eye sockets, attacking Wu Ma Xi in a magical arc, and instantly entangled Wu Ma Xi.
Ma Xi's arm was like a cold-blooded snake, swimming up its arm.
Wuma Xi instantly performed Jingzhe, and lightning flashed all over her body. The blood snake was immediately crushed, turning into droplets of blood that dispersed in the air. The blood droplets in the air instantly condensed into dozens of fine needles, and shot towards Wuma Xi.
Dozens of acupuncture points were stabbed. Wu Ma Xi used the Spiritual Fox Concept to jump back, and those thin needles immediately formed a thin line, chasing Wu Ma Xi closely.
Wu Maxi jumped up from the darkness onto a broken wall, then twisted his body and dived into the darkness below again. The blood line behind him also passed over the broken wall like a poisonous snake, chasing after Wu Maxi.
Ma Xi's figure slipped into the darkness, and then a line of people jumped out of the darkness, crossed a broken wall, and disappeared into the darkness again.
There was a burst of thunder from the darkness, followed by silence. A moment later, Wu Ma Xi's figure bounced out of the darkness again, followed closely by the line of blood.
One person and one line chased through the ruins. Wu Ma Xi's figure was as strong and strong as a fox, but the bloody line behind him was like a poisonous dragon, with flexible turns and endless pursuit.
Wu Maxi used the spirit fox spirit to jump and run between the ruins, but she could never get rid of the entanglement of the blood line. She would break it into pieces after several blows, but in a blink of an eye, the blood line would condense again and become faintly visible.
There is growing momentum.
Being so entangled is not the answer.
Wu Maxi suddenly stopped and used a spiral cone to turn the blood line into a blood mist. Then the spirit fox flashed and jumped directly over the blood mist, running towards the way he came. The blood mist behind him quickly condensed into a blood line.
, chasing behind Wu Ma Xi like a maggot attached to a bone.
After jumping over several broken walls, the formation with the city drawn on the ground appeared in front of me again.
Wu Maxi sped up and ran towards the formation, preparing to enter the formation and defend the city.
As a half-hearted Zijijing cultivator, it is a shameful thing to be forced out of the darkness alive. However, the other party's detection method is too weird, and there is no way to get rid of it in the darkness, so you can only protect yourself first.
Say it again.
Wu Maxi stepped closer to the formation and immediately realized something was wrong.
In the void around the body, hundreds of drops of blood condensed instantly out of thin air, glowing with a dark red light, arranged like stars, and shot toward nearly a hundred acupuncture points of Wu Ma Xi like meteors.
Shentang, Geguan, Soul Gate...
One after another, acupuncture points were invaded by blood beads.
The Yi Zhu seemed to be bound by a rope, and every time an acupuncture point was invaded, the strength of the binding became stronger.
The branches of mind were spinning wildly in the void of consciousness, and instantly formed the image of a big bow. The whole body was smashed to the left with an extremely twisted force, as if it had been knocked away by a running monster.
Hundreds of drops of blood instantly connected into a network, spinning crazily and chasing after him.
A Jingzhe artistic conception was woven into shape in an instant, the sound of thunder erupted from the blood network, electric current flowed along the mesh, and the space was twisted with various red and blue lines.
After Wu Ma Xi landed on his feet, he rolled several times before eliminating the momentum. When he looked back, the blood network and power grid behind him had long since dissipated, and no trace could be seen.
Wow!
The ground under his feet suddenly cracked, and a fountain of blood suddenly gushes out, climbing up along Wuma Xi's feet, like a blood python with a big mouth, swallowing up step by step from bottom to top, and it was close to Wuma Xi in an instant
Xi's waist.
Wu Maxi tried to escape by leaping with the spirit fox spirit, but as soon as her body left the ground, she was forcefully pulled back by the blood python.
In the mouth of the blood python, dense blood filaments quickly formed, like extremely thin earthworms, eroding into the skin along the pores, making Wu Ma Xi feel itchy.
Wu Ma Xi groaned, with a bit of madness in his eyes.
The spiral cone artistic conception is woven continuously, like shuttles, flying into the ground against the trend of the blood python.
The spiritual power fluctuations on the blood python immediately dissipated and quickly began to solidify. In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a red rock, freezing Wu Ma Xi inside from the chest down.
The compact attack suddenly stopped, and the movement between heaven and earth stopped for an instant, as if everything was frozen with the blood python.
Wuma Xi stood alone like a bloody stone pillar, looking around with cold eyes.
The ruins in front of us are as red as blood, just like the bloody night thousands of years ago, except that there are no cries of those on death row.
It was eerily quiet, and the heartbeat kept beating one after another.
A black figure stood quietly under a broken wall, looming like a strange relief at the door of hell.dd