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Wu Ling was suspected. The most nervous thing was not her, but the old Wu family.
Wu’s old man was fainting in the past, and he was unbelievably blinded by Wu Ling.
Wu Ling is calm, "for the first time, there is no problem in theory."
No one else believes that Wu Ling believes in one sentence.
The robe male bites his teeth and seems to want to say something, blushing his face, and finally did not say it.
The Taoist said: "So, let's consider other options."
The three men excluded Wu Ling, and did not pull on Ye Qing, they took care of themselves.
Wu’s old man pressed his chest and pointed to Wu Ling.
Wu Ling did not say anything, but focused on continuing to complete the remaining part of the law.
Ye Qing stood on the edge of the formation.
A few minutes later, with a bang, one thing crossed the arc in the sky, and a slamming sound fell to the ground.
The things that landed rolled on the ground for two laps and stopped moving.
It was a slick head, no hair, no nose, no ears, and the whole head seemed to be a round, flesh-colored sphere. Only those eyes are black and white.
The nose and ears were not cut off, but they fell into their heads in a strange way, fitting them on their heads, as if they were born so deformed.
However, ten minutes ago, this was a solemn monk's head.
When the crowd saw the head, there was another bang in the sky. This time it was the head that was flying, but it was smashed, leaving only the flesh and bones inside.
Then there is the third head, which disintegrates in the air, as if it is accurately dissected and divided, and the skin, bones and muscles are separated and land on the ground.
Everyone's face is extremely ugly.
The head of the fourth monk did not appear.
The other of the two monks walked back from the road he left, and all of them were blood.
"That's a monster...we are going to die...we are going to die! Hahahahaha!" The monk laughed and opened his hands as if to hug something.
A dark shadow suddenly passed over the sky.
A giant bird with a wingspan of more than three meters did not know where to fly from, flicking through, and directly smashed the head of the monk.
The monk’s headless body swayed and fell to the ground.
The big bird spread its wings and sent out the sound of an eagle that pierced the clouds.
I kept looking up and looked at the giant birds that disappeared after flying into the sky.
Is this also an illusion?
What is the monster here on the ground? Really a ghost?
What happened here reminds me of the Junyi Hotel. Weird and ridiculous, illogical.
Is it something similar?
However, everything that happened here seems to have some strange styles.
I can't say it, this is a kind of...
"Completed." Wu Ling stood up and looked good. She looked at other people, "I am now calling to appear."
Others are undecided.Wu Ling did not wait for other people to give a positive answer. He walked to the edge of the formation, kneeling on his knees, cutting his wrist with a knife, and dripping blood on the outer contour of the array, while muttering strangely language.
I only think that this language is familiar, although I can't understand it at all, but I definitely heard it.
As Wu Ling continued, the formation changed to red.
In her chanting, she had more praying and praying. Her head was raised and her eyes closed facing the blue sky.
The wound on the wrist is not deep, the blood is dripping down, with a sense of rhythm.
The color change of the array is also gradual, full of a changing charm.
As the color of the array is completely transformed, a direct sunlight comes from the sky. Just as the dark clouds are penetrated by the sun, only that bunch of sunlight falls on the center of the formation.
This scene is a bit magical.
My heart is full of expectations, and I believe that Wu Ling can succeed.
Look at other people, except for Ye Qing's face, I can't see it. Others are expecting the same as me. I believe it may not be.
Wu Ling’s voice was abruptly interrupted.
Other people have not responded, but I turned my head and looked at Wu Ling next to me.
This should not end like this, my instinct is like this. It's like a foreign song, I don't understand the lyrics inside, and I hear the tune and know where it is the end. It is not yet at the end.
It was also this moment that I remembered where this familiarity originated.
It is the scripture of the Wu family, or a spell.
It is not the Wu family now, it is the ancient Wu family.
Maybe the two spells are not exactly the same, but they use the same language, dialect, and may be some kind of dialect in ancient times.
No matter what, it is now interrupted.
Wu Ling opened his eyes and a wound appeared on the bare neck.
She coughed and caught the blood from her throat.
I really didn't expect Wu Ling to have this situation.
The amount of bleeding, it is like Wu Ling was cut throat!
My heart leaped wildly, and the first reaction was to find Ye Qing for help.
Ye Qing was indifferent and stared at the sun.
The thorn is ringing.
In the sun, the carpet was torn open, under the carpet, one hand stretched out
come out. That hand is full of holes.
The big head climbed out from under the carpet. His eyes were gone, his mouth was wide open, and the nails and metal rings on his body were gone.
Ning Guowei and others screamed in panic.
In this sound, the big head is drilled from under the carpet and stands in the sun.
On his body, every hole spurted out a red liquid.
For a moment, I actually thought this guy became a human fountain.
My consciousness was gone for a moment and was pulled back by Ye Qing’s laughter.
I looked at Ye Qing and didn't see his face, but I didn't get it wrong with the laughter.
Ye Qing looked down at Wu Ling.
I also quickly looked at the past.
Wu Lingxi was on the ground, his hand still licking his throat, but there was no longer a spurt of blood like a spring.
"What did you call out?!" The robe man was angry and shouted.
Wu Ling could not answer.
I kneel beside Wu Ling and try to see her wounds.The bloodshed seems to have stopped, but Wu Ling’s expression looks painful, his face pale and his body tremble slightly.
"Dead, dead again..." Ning Guowei said to himself, the whole person looks like crazy.
The few staff members couldn’t help but ran out.
The human body fountain is over and the sun is gone. The dry body fell on a carpet full of blood, and a little blood was splashed.
"If you give up, I will take over now. Give you five minutes, leave here." Ye Qing said.
"It’s just this little girl who failed. I haven’t given up yet,” said the robe man.
The voice was just on the road, only listening to the "嘶嘶" sound, the short sword held in the man's hand in the robe became two colorful snakes, which slammed into the robes of the man's face and bit his two eyes.
"Ah--" The robe man made a scream, and with both hands, pulled out the two snakes from their own eye sockets, and even pulled out their own eyeballs.
He made a painful cry and stared at his own eyes. The skin on his face gradually revealed the blue veins, but it was not a normal color, and from the head, these blue veins appeared on the neck and back of the hand.
These strange symptoms may have spread all over the body covered by clothes.
His voice became hoarse, his body twitched twice, and he slowly fell to the ground, motionless.
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