Mozun was attacked by fake crying bag

Black Cliff.

The land of the fallen.

A young man in white was drawing something on the black ground, and the scarlet cinnabar painted a large area of ​​land.

After finishing the last stroke, the young man raised his head, revealing a beautiful face with a handsome complexion. The young man looked too young. His skin was extremely white, almost bloodless, and his peach blossom eyes were hazy and affectionate. , but his lips were as red as if he had just sipped blood, the dazzling impact made his handsome face a little more morbidly glamorous.

The young man in white rubbed his wrist, swept across the weird pattern he had just drawn, and raised a smile, "I would like to call it perfect."

"It shows that Your Excellency is as confident as ever."

Another deeper and more pleasant voice came from not far away from the young man in white.

The young man in white tilted his head and looked at the man in black behind him, "This only shows that Lord Mozun will hit people as always. You should learn to find the shining points in me."

"For example." The man in black with half-closed eyes indifferently raised his eyes, and the slight laziness disappeared with the other's eyes raised, and the deep, bottomless eyes carried an intimidating coercion.

Like something bright.

good question.

Facing the cold gaze of the other party, not only was the man in white not even a little bit afraid, but he also carefully analyzed what was shining about him.

"Aren't I gentle and considerate? Am I not considerate?" Ji Xuan blinked, looking like a harmless little white flower.

If Ji Xuan said something else, Huo Wuyan might agree with it, saying that he was gentle and considerate, that would be pure nonsense, Huo Wuyan sneered, and was too lazy to continue talking to him.

The person dressed in white and black is none other than Ji Xuan and Huo Wuyan who came to Heishanya to take advantage of the geomantic omen. The two of them arrived here two days ago, because the place is too cloudy and there is no one there. Come on, even if someone comes, they will practice on the outside. Ji Xuan simply waved his hand and circled a piece of land in the inner circle for himself, which is specially used to draw the summoning formation.

In the realm of comprehension, most of the people in the cultivation world wanted to summon the dead souls in formations, supplemented by summoning banners and bells. Ji Xuan's way of summoning souls was very different. He actually created an altar directly.

Ji Xuan's explanation for this is that they used to be able to summon the undead with the undead spell, but now it is different from the past, and the differences between the two regions are too great. compromise.In fact, Ji Xuan's physical body is still too weak now, his original body can't bear it nine out of ten, and irreversible accidents are very likely to occur.This is inhumane, so he simply didn't say it.

Ji Xuan only briefly read the content of the original work, and the timeline was chaotic. He was not sure whether Bai Zizhuo and the ghost king would come here, so he simply asked Huo Wuyan to protect him. The soul calls back.

Controlling living beings and letting them die is definitely against the sky. In the past, Ji Xuan would never have done such a thing. That world pays attention to laws, and for a magician like him, the higher the magic power, the more able to comprehend it. When it comes to the power of law, that world is a world of peer-to-peer exchange. If you want to get something, you have to pay the corresponding price. Things like resurrection are likely to shorten your life or at the cost of something in yourself. , in Ji Xuan's view, it is an extremely uneconomical thing.

The reason why Ji Xuan is so rampant in the world here is not because he failed to comprehend the laws of nature, but because he was not simply resurrecting Emperor Zun Siheng. Simply resurrecting the other party is a thankless task. Ji Xuan is not that stupid yet, he has a more suitable method, which is refining.

There are puppets in this world, and it is not uncommon to refine corpse puppets for one's own combat power. What Ji Xuan is doing now is to attract the opponent's soul while refining the opponent, as long as the opponent does not fully His soul was scattered, going up to Kyushu and down to the blue sky, down to Huangquan, as long as there was even a trace of remnant soul, Ji Xuan could attract him.

Under the cold moon, the young man in white put a tall man with a frosty face and icy eyebrows in the middle of the altar, and then made a long cut in the palm of his hand. Ji Xuan did these actions simply and neatly. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes after he finished, and the crispness just now didn't seem hardened.

Bearing his physical tears, Ji Xuan worked tirelessly and began to draw another formation standing in the void based on blood.

Excessive blood loss made his already pale complexion even more ugly, thin layers of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his black hair was scattered and sticky on his jade-like face.

Ji Xuan was absolutely in a state of distress at this time, his eyes were full of lucid water, his neck was slender and fragile, but such a beauty who would shed tears physiologically at the slightest wound, when there was not enough blood on her hands to draw a formation, she turned out to be an abnormal The sharp water blade went down and made a deeper gash in his hand than before.

Yingying's blood oozes from his hands, Ji Xuan's face is pale, his eyes are already red from excessive tears, but his movements of drawing the formation with his hands are extremely steady.

The young man's face was bloodless, and his clothes were so weak that he looked like a single plum in the snow. His fragility and a sense of coldness and arrogance from his bones were intertwined to form a treacherous and beautiful painting.

On the outskirts of the Fallen Land, Huo Wuyan, who was sitting on a boulder and knocking stones casually with his hand, paused for a moment, his indifferent expression instantly became extremely cold, and an uncontrollable palpitation made him frown slightly. Accompanied by a slight dizziness.

Their contract is obviously much better, and they will no longer double the dangerous information to another person like before. Then what is Ji Xuan doing now, the reaction of the contract can be so violent.

The man in black with cold eyes frowned fiercely, and in a blink of an eye, there was no sign of him in the same place.

Ji Xuan's final formation has already drawn most of it. Seeing that the blood on his hand was not enough again, he took a lot of pills for the third time in the dizziness, and then changed his hand to take blood. Undead spells are not good at this point. What are you doing? They all look very bloody. This top-level refining method requires nearly half of the blood of the refiner. Although Ji Xuan's current body is weak, he belongs to a cultivator anyway, and there are pills to continue his life, otherwise Just such a little blood can cost Ji Xuan half his life.

In the distance, Huo Wuyan, who had just disappeared in the periphery, looked at Ji Xuan's peaceful defeat, and even his face that was faintly blue due to excessive blood loss.

Ji Xuan always had a smile on his lips, but it was the first time that Huo Wuyan noticed that this person with such a picture-like eyebrows and eyes would have a cold aura when he didn't open his mouth. Two-faced, who would have thought that Ji Xuan, who seemed to be saving his life, would immediately die when he became crazy.

Huo Wuyan looked at Ji Xuan for a long time before asking: "Are you finally deciding to drag me to die together?"

While drawing the complicated and treacherous formation, Ji Xuan blinked his eyes twice, and the cold and hard arc of his lips slightly turned up, softening the icy breath.

Ji Xuan really wanted to tell Huo Wuyan that he would not die, and that this level would not lead to the same death. Although he was relieved, the dizziness, fatigue, chest tightness, palpitation and other discomforts caused by excessive blood loss made Ji Xuan's hands faint. It looks so stable, the body is hypoxic, and the blood supply to the brain is insufficient, if it weren't for the elixir hanging on Ji Xuan, he would definitely have passed out of shock at this time.

He was already a little blurry, afraid that if he said a word, his hands would shake, and the achievements in the middle of the night would be wasted.

Even if he really wanted to appease Huo Wuyan, Ji Xuan held back and continued to draw the formation with monstrous evil spirit with his blood.

Huo Wuyan looked at it for a moment, then disappeared in place and returned to the previous periphery.

The strong smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose for a long time, and Huo Wuyan frowned impatiently.

He can naturally stop Ji Xuan's behavior, but Ji Xuan knows what he is doing, he is a person who cherishes his life, so he doesn't even have such a small size, if Huo Wuyan forcibly stops it, it is somewhat disgusting, and he likes someone This is not good, you will subconsciously stand on the other side's point of view to think about the other party's possible emotions.

The gathering of yin and baleful qi, one can tell at a glance that someone is doing something not easy, and what Huo Wuyan worried about has finally come true. How can there be no demonic cultivators and ghost cultivators in such a place where yin qi gathers.

The giant doll with all kinds of strange looks smiled and said, "Is this someone summoning something inside?"

Another devil with a ghost face and fangs said: "The sacrifice looks delicious, it smells so good, I really want to take a bite."

"I want to eat."

"Eat him eat him."

More and more things are attracted by Ji Xuan's formation, even if Huo Wuyan has arranged the formation in advance, it can't hinder the transmission of that breath.

The ghosts were ready to move, but they didn't dare to take a step forward, because there was a man in black clothes holding a sword on his face.

With the loss of more and more blood, Ji Xuan finally completed the formation. With the completion of the formation, the gate of life opened, and countless living souls wanted to escape from it, but they were forcibly suppressed by a force, unable to move .

After completing the formation, Ji Xuan staggered slightly, almost unable to stand up.

The extreme dizziness made him want to rest, and even his will became blurred.

Not so good, Ji Xuan looked at the sky covered with dark clouds and purple lightning flashed by, and it was really impossible to hide and keep a low profile when things from the magic world were displayed here.

Ji Xuan quickly knocked down several pills to restore his spiritual power and heal his blood-losing body.

After a while, Ji Xuan, who closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, seemed to notice something, and suddenly set up a formation to hide Emperor Siheng's body, and then looked in a certain direction.

It was a person Ji Xuan was quite familiar with, with a face like a pretty girl, with complicated and weird ghost patterns on his face, this person was Suliu, the ghost king who was supposed to die at Ji Xuan's hands.

"Are you surprised to see this king?"

"It's okay, I just didn't expect to meet at this time." Ji Xuan was calm on the surface, but in fact he was a little unsteady on his feet.

The ghost king looked at him with a smile, as if he had already seen through Ji Xuan, "It depends on how well you can deal with this king this time?"

The ghost king seemed to have expected that Ji Xuan would die by his hands.

Ji Xuan sighed, "Your Majesty the Ghost King, you seem to have forgotten that I am not alone."

Of course the King of Ghosts knew that there were thousands of ghosts restraining Huo Wuyan, and Huo Wuyan would definitely not be able to come here in a short time.

With confidence, he approached Ji Xuan step by step. Ji Xuan sighed, bit the elixir in his mouth, and held a black staff in his hand, a dark magic looming above the staff.

Su Liu's complexion changed slightly, and he was about to move, but his body seemed to be caught by something. There was a sound of piercing through the air, and a black and narrow sword struck straight.

Huo Wuyan has rushed over!