Wu Ling was suspicious, and the one who was most nervous was not her, but the old man of the Wu family.

The old man from Wu family looked like he was about to faint, and glared at Wu Ling in disbelief.

Wu Ling was calm, "It's the first time I use it, there's no problem in theory."

No one else believed Wu Ling just because of a word.

The man in the robe gritted his teeth and seemed to want to say something. He turned red and didn't say it in the end.

The Taoist priest said, "As it happens, let's consider other plans."

The three people excluded Wu Ling and did not pull Ye Qing up, so they started discussing on their own.

The old man from Wu pressed his chest and pointed at Wu Ling.

Wu Ling didn't say anything, but just focused on completing the remaining part of the formation content.

Ye Qing stood on the edge of the formation and watched.

A few minutes later, with a whoosh, something drifted across the sky and landed on the ground with a bang.

The landed thing rolled twice on the ground and stopped moving.

It was a bare head, no hair, no nose, ears, and the whole head seemed to be a round flesh-colored sphere. Only those eyes were clearly black and white.

The nose and ears were not cut off, but were strangely trapped in the head, fitting on the head, as if they were born to be deformed.

However, more than ten minutes ago, this was still the head of a monk with a solemn appearance.

When everyone saw the head clearly, another sound came from the sky. The head that flew here was also the head, but it was skinned, leaving only the flesh and blood inside.

Then the third head disintegrated in the air, as if it was accurately dissected, the skin, bones and muscles separated and fell to the ground.

Everyone's faces were extremely ugly.

The fourth monk's head did not appear.

Another of the two monks walked back from the road where he left in a daze, covered in blood.

"That's a monster...we're all going to die...we're all going to die! Hahahaha!" The monk laughed, his hands spread out, as if he wanted to hug and greet something.

A black shadow suddenly flew across the sky.

A giant bird with a wingspan of more than three meters flew over from somewhere, flew past like lightning, and took away the monk's head.

The monk's headless body shook and fell straight to the ground.

The big bird spread its wings and flew high, and also made a sound of eagle crying that penetrated the sky.

I kept tilting my head and watching the giant bird that disappeared after flying into the sky.

Is this an illusion?

What is the monsters falling to the ground here? Is it really a ghost?

What happened here reminds me of Junli Hotel. It is weird and ridiculous and 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...

"It's done." Wu Ling stood up, looking at the others, "I'm starting to summon it now."

Others didn't comment.

Wu Ling did not wait for the other people to give a positive answer, walked to the edge of the formation, knelt on both knees, cut his wrist with a knife, and murmured strange words while dripping blood on the outline of the outer ring of the formation.

I just think this language is familiar. Although I can't understand it at all, I must have heard it somewhere.

As Wu Ling continued, the formation turned red.

Her chanting was filled with prayer and the smell of prayer, her head also raised, her eyes closed and her face towards the blue sky.

The wound on the wrist is not deep, and the blood is dripping drop by drop, with a sense of rhythm.

The color change of the formation is also gradual, full of a changing charm.

As the color of the formation was completely changed, a ray of sunlight shot straight from the sky. It was like a dark cloud penetrated by the sunlight, and only that beam of sunlight fell right at the center of the formation.

This scene is a bit magical.

I was full of expectations and I believed that Wu Ling could succeed 100%.

Looking at the others, except for Ye Qing's face, I can't see them. Everyone else has the same expectations as me, and I believe it may not be possible.

Wu Ling's voice suddenly interrupted.

The others had no reaction yet, but I turned my head suddenly and looked at Wu Ling next to me.

It shouldn't end like this, my intuition is like this. It's like a foreign song, I don't understand the lyrics in it, and I know where the ending is when I listen to the tune. It's not over yet.

It was also at this moment that I remembered where this sense of familiarity came from.

It is a scripture or mantra from the Wu family.

It’s not the current Wu family, but the ancient Wu family.

Maybe the two mantras are not exactly the same, but they are in the same language, dialect, and may be some ancient dialect.

Whatever it is, it is now interrupted.

Wu Ling opened her eyes and a wound appeared on her exposed neck.

She coughed and covered the blood gushing out of her throat.

I really didn't expect Wu Ling to have this situation.

The amount of bleeding was like Wu Ling had his throat slit!

My heart was beating wildly, and my first reaction was to ask Ye Qing for help.

Ye Qing was indifferent and stared at the sunshine.

There was a stinging sound.

In the sun, the carpet was torn apart, and one hand was stretched out under the carpet. The hand was full of holes.

The big guy crawled out from under the carpet. His eyes disappeared, his mouth wide open, and the nails and metal rings on his body disappeared.

Ning Guowei and others shouted in panic.

The big guy came out of the carpet in this sound and stood in the sun.

Red liquid spurted out of every hole on his body.

In an instant, I actually felt that this guy turned into a human fountain.

My consciousness was distracted 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 heard the laughter just now.

Ye Qing looked down at Wu Ling.

I also quickly looked over.

Wu Ling knelt on the ground, covering his throat with his hands, but there was no longer blood spurting out like a gush of spring.

"What did you call out?!" the man in the robe roared angrily.

Wu Ling couldn't answer.

I squatted beside Wu Ling and tried hard to observe her wound.

The bleeding seemed to stop, but Wu Ling's expression looked very painful, his face was pale, and his body was trembling slightly.

"Die, die again..." Ning Guowei muttered to himself, looking like he was crazy.

The staff could not bear it anymore and ran out.

The human body fountain has ended and the sun has disappeared. The shriveled human body has fallen into the carpet soaked with blood, and a little blood beads have splashed.

"If you all give up, I will take over now. Give you five minutes to leave here." Ye Qing said.

"It's just this little girl who failed. I haven't given up yet." said the man in the robe.

As soon as he was speaking, he heard two "hissings". The dagger held in the man in the robe turned into two colorful snakes, which ejected onto the man in the robe and bit his eyes.

"Ah" the man in the robe screamed, and with both hands, he pulled out the two snakes from his eye sockets, and also pulled out his eyeballs.

He let out a painful cry and covered his eyes. The skin on his face gradually showed blue veins, but they were not normal in color, and these veins also appeared on the neck and back of his hands from the head.

These strange symptoms may also be covered with the body covered by clothes.
Chapter completed!