"It's none of your business!" Xing Tao said, with a wave of his right hand, a scarlet iron chain tied all three of them together, and the prisoner cow loosened the three and turned into a golden diamond. Into Xingtao's sleeve.

"Damn, do you think a mere iron chain can lock us?" At this time, the long-silent laugh Jingtian shouted in vain. With his voice, his thin body changed rapidly and became more and more serious. The stronger the stronger, the longer even the height.

Lines of scarlet meridians emerged on the surface of the body, and the whole person was like a ferocious demon god.

"drink!!"

Laughter shaking the sky and yelled, plucked up strength, and shocked.

"Wow!!"

The iron chain that locked him shook slightly, showing no signs of breakage.

"How is it possible? How could there be such a strong iron chain in this world? What material is it made of?" Xiao Ao Shi suddenly exclaimed when he saw that his elder brother couldn't get rid of the iron chain with his full force.

"Idiot!!" Linglong laughed in Xing Tao's mind, "This is the mysterious fire chain that our Wu Clan has spent countless efforts to refine, and even the pure fire of the eight wild fire dragon can withstand it, just your little skill. I want to break free too!?"

Xiaosanxiao saw this and understood that as long as Xingtao didn't untie the chain, they would never escape. He immediately asked: "This is the ancient city of Loulan. What do you want to do when you bring us to the remains of the dragon turtle?"

Xingtao looked at the three of them and said faintly: "Smile, don't you notice it? Although you took away all the essence of the dragon tortoise back then, there are still some faint remnants here. Why did you clearly have it back then? It’s done so cleanly, but now it’s filled with the essence of dragon tortoise?"

"Dragon tortoise can be resurrected?" Xiaosanxiao exclaimed.

"Most of the essence of the dragon turtle is on the three of you. If I take your blood sacrifice, maybe I can completely resurrect the dragon turtle!" Xing Tao said, directly took out a large basin, and then directly lifted Xiao Ao Shi up. bloodletting. Then he followed the same pattern with Laughing Jingtian and Laughing Sanxiao.

After a while, the blood of the three of them was completely drained by Xingtao. Yin Hong's blood swayed gently in the basin, and a strong **** breath filled this stone chamber.

"Dragon tortoise's essence is not only contained in the blood, there are still a lot of residues on their corpses!" Linglong reminded in time.

"I know, but when I'm going to use the spirit call, I will naturally be able to summon all the remaining essence of them!" Xingtao responded, and then took out the brush that used to perform the witchcraft before, and put it on this. Only the red pen was soaked in blood for a while, and then he lifted it up.

Holding the pen, Xingtao slowly drew the first stroke next to the stone platform of the dragon turtle remains. The bright colors gradually extended on the originally flat ground, and Xingtao's steady hand drew blood symbols one after another.

More and more **** strokes, centered on the stone platform where the dragon turtle corpse is located, gradually appeared around, and a strange and **** array had already appeared.

Xingtao’s pen is obviously also a treasure made by Xingtao according to the method of southern Xinjiang witchcraft. The blood sucked by this pen is painted on the ground by Xingtao. The blood is actually condensed and not dried, and the color is fresh and moist. At the corners and corners, there was not a trace of blood spattered out, and the picturesque place was a prison, and the blood was steadily circled in it.

With the movements of the stars, the **** patterns on the ground gradually became more complex. Some of these weird patterns looked like livestock and beasts, some looked like birds and big birds, and some weird patterns that couldn't be seen at all. One after another appeared, and none of them were the same.

There is only one thing in common, that is, these patterns are all connected to each other, from the blood painted on the ground, more and more, but the color of the blood falling on the ground seems to be brighter than the blood.

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The pattern array formed by these blood paintings was smeared by Xing Tao intently one by one. This fresh blood color grew from nothing, from less to more, and gradually converged into an elliptical ring with a radius of three feet. At this moment, except for the dragon tortoise, the surrounding area had changed into a blood color.

Numerous strange patterns, large or small, that are connected together, gleaming with **** light. At first glance, they look like a crisscross river, with bright red and lively blood swimming happily like in blood.

Flowing from one place to the other, turning back from the end, like a gentle tide, endless.

"Xingtao, your talent is really very good. This soul-attracting formation is fast and stable. Even in our Wu Clan, few people can do this!" Linglong exclaimed.

In the ground, the intertwined bright red gradually converged on the ground under his feet. He slowly stretched out his hand, and drew the last stroke with a pen dipped in blood. The final completed pattern is the same as the first blood picture drawn before. , Connected together.

With the completion of this stroke, what appeared in front of him was a completely connected blood array, **** channels all over the ground, and countless blood was imprisoned in it. And those fresh blood, as if under the influence of invisible force, began to flow in the same direction almost at the same time on the flat ground, and there was no trace of pen marks that broke away from the blood.

It flows from this end to the other end, and then flows back from the connected channels, forming a weekly cycle of itself, endless, endless. With the flow of blood, a hint of gold flashed in this crimson blood, which is exactly the essence of dragon tortoise being slowly activated.

Xingtao groaned for a moment, stretched out his palm, and put the red pen upright in front of him, with the red fine hairs on the end of the pen pointing downwards. From the red pen, there were residual blood droplets, condensed into beads, and after struggling for a while on the fine hairs, Falling silently, blending into the **** river in front of him.

At the same time, with a move with his right hand, some of the blood remaining in the pot of blood was completely integrated into this **** river.

Xingtao looked at this river of blood intently, suddenly calm in the stone chamber!

His eyebrows were slowly raised, his eyes slowly lit up, and the blood in the magic circle in front of him seemed to be stimulated, and the speed of the rush suddenly increased.

The hand holding the pen slowly fell, and quickly touched the ground, just three inches in front of a river of blood on the outermost periphery. When the slender red hair touched the ground, it didn't even bend. The whole ground suddenly turned into soft water. This pen chased into the ground so slowly and silently.

The atmosphere of the scene in the stone room slowly became weird. Accompanied by the faster and faster **** river, a faint whistling sound was gradually emitted. The faint blood energy followed the red pen deep into the ground, and gradually moved from this method. The formation rose, and later merged with the faint dragon turtle essence from the stone platform, enclosing the dragon turtle's corpse.

Xingtao released his hand holding the pen, and the deep curse sound began to reverberate in this stone room. Between the chun. of Xingtao's mouth, slightly but frequently uttered a strange tone after another, his hands seemed to follow an inexplicable melody, slowly stretched into the air, his five fingers formed into claws, and he gently waved.

The whistling sound in the stone room is getting louder and louder. On the ground, the blood river in the magic circle is already turbulent at this moment. Waves are flowing crazily above and below, and bursts of ghost power roar from the blood river. .

Suddenly, Xingtao spit out a sharp howling, his hands clasped his five fingers like claws, and he grabbed into the blood river with a "poof".

Almost at the same time, the surrounding stone room seemed to cease to exist. The square stone walls and the upper and lower slate floors suddenly became empty, like being in a must-see, vast sky outside, with nothing to rely on.

He only heard the sound of dragons and phoenixes, Huo Dan did, swarming from all directions, brilliant red light, burst out from the red blood array, and soaring into the sky. In the red light swaying, countless red shadows were panicked, as if they were attracted to this place by an invisible huge force, they couldn't help but scurried everywhere, but they couldn't get out of the red light curtain anyway.

"This world is so weird. After death, people really don't have any souls. Now they are summoned by pure dragon tortoises, phoenix remnants, and essence!!" Linglong exclaimed, "Xing Tao, except for dragons." In addition to the tortoise essence, all the essence of the phoenix must also be accepted, and a lot of things will be saved when the phoenix is ​​resurrected in the future!!"

"Got it!!" Xing Tao responded.

It’s a waste of energy to perform this soul-recruitment just now, and this is not the world of "Zhu Xian", but the world of "Feng Yun". It is more difficult to perform immortal cultivation in this world. So when facing Linglong, Xing Tao just copes with the ordinary Said.

In the field, countless dragon turtles and phoenix essences roared and danced in the red light. These essences were all bit by bit, transformed into small dragon turtles and little phoenixes roaring. After a while, they were all red light. The rebounding essences probably knew that they couldn't get out of the trap, and turned their heads to roar and roar at the Xing Tao sitting at the front of the circle.

Xingtao didn't look at these angry dragon turtles and phoenix remnants too much, and slowly raised his eyes, staring between the stone platforms under the red light and on the remains of the dragon turtle. He waved his arms abruptly, his left hand was still like a claw, but the five fingers of his right hand changed.

"Roar!!"

There seemed to be a dragon roar echoing in the dragon turtle's corpse. There was a red golden halo on the dragon tortoise.

Almost at the same time when Xingtao pointed at the remains of the dragon tortoise, the countless dragon tortoises and the remnants of the phoenix in the soul-evoking formation were urged by invisible power, but they all rushed towards the dragon tortoise corpse like a tide.

In an instant, the golden light and blood were flourishing, and the remains of the dragon tortoise trembled violently. The remnant soul of the dragon tortoise and the remnant of the phoenix surged from all directions, repeatedly impacting, fiercely impacting, and the scene was crazy. And under this scene, the sea of ​​red blood in the blood-colored array, the red light became more and more fresh, and the blood roared, almost boiling!

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As if unable to bear this remnant soul, the faint golden light on the dragon tortoise shell gradually dimmed, and was submerged in this group of ghosts. After a short while, there was a sharp sound, and a golden light slowly appeared above the dragon tortoise shell, just like a dragon. The turtle form, if looming, if intermittent, vacillating in mid-air.

This is the remnant soul gathered in the dragon tortoise shell over the years.

Seeing this, a trace of joy flashed across Xingtao's face, and he shouted:

"Duh! The remnant soul comes out of the body, and the spirit returns. Huangquan Jiuyou, the soul is attracted!"

The four-sentence tactics Xingtao was drinking was full of breath and awe-inspiring awe, as he drank with his voice, the red light blasted away, and the whole stone room was covered in an instant. There was another roar all around. At this moment, there were countless dragon tortoises and phoenix forms flying in the air in the roaring sound.

"boom!"

As if it never stayed for a moment, as if the electric light passed through the sky unstoppable, the surrounding scenes turned back to the stone room again. In the red demon curtain, when countless remnants of souls were flying, the light smoke on the dragon tortoise shell was surrounded by countless remnants. Surrounded by souls, golden lights slowly appeared one after another.

Xingtao still waved his hands in mid-air, and at the same time, his loud voice reappeared: "Gathering spirits as gods, uniting gods and searching for spirits, is one body!"

Following his words, the countless golden lights that appeared in the air flew out, slowly approaching the dragon tortoise shell, and gradually merged with the golden light on the dragon tortoise shell.

Vaguely, a beast shape gradually appeared.