Chapter 625: Under the sea of blood is my hometown
I cannot believe all the things in the diary, but I cannot refuse to believe them.
Wu Xian also finds it difficult to determine which sentences were written by Xu Qing when he was awake, and which sentences were arranged by Xu Qing, who became evil spirits.
But at least one thing is certain.
The moon is the key!
If one day Wu Xian can return to the world in his hometown, then the moon is his most concerned point.
Wu Xian walked out of the cellar. There was nothing worth exploring in this village, so he began to return the same way.
Wu Xian walked very slowly on the way back, holding a flower gun, poking here and touching there, it was like traveling in a scenic spot, and it seemed like remembering every view of it. In my mind.
If this was not a village on the verge of destruction, but a village with beautiful scenery in Xinshu, Wu Xian would have been in a better mood.
Wu Xian soon passed through the thorny forest and returned to the open space outside the village.
The ghost-faced man on the stage was dancing strangely, and he had recovered from the influence of black dog blood and foul breath.
However, what surprised Wu Xian was that the ghost-faced man did not pursue Wu Xian and wanted to put ghost makeup on Wu Xian's face. Instead, he looked very relaxed and sang on the stage as he did before. The same, but the same chilling tune.
'Draw ghost faces, make ghost money, blood is salty~'
'Play evil songs, play evil strings, and the sound of sad drums and gongs is continuous~'
' 'Recognize yin relatives, form yin connections, and the flesh and bones produce evil bodies and cause cold~'
‘Gather evil spirits, become evil immortals, dive into the sea of blood and enter the underworld abyss…’
The content of the song made Wu Xian’s hair stand up, and he felt a little uneasy.
If the content of the previous song is about introducing why you want to draw a ghost face, then this song is more like telling what happens to a person who has been drawn with a ghost face.
Wu Xian decided not to indulge the ghost-faced man anymore. A poker in his hand burned one-third, and then he pointed at the ghost-faced man, and a blue light appeared on his fingertips!
Crack!
A blue lightning was emitted from Wu Xian's hand and hit the ghost-faced man directly, leaving a white smoke trace in the air.
This is the small thunder mantra. Like the true fire mantra, it is one of the basic mantras and can release three attacks.
Because of the enhanced Taoist practice, the small thunder curse used by Wu Xian was slightly thicker than the small thunder curse released by Su Huisheng.
After the ghost-faced man was hit, he fell on the stage, but instead of crying out in pain, he laughed wildly.
"Hehe, hehe...hahahahaha!!"
This harsh and distorted laughter made Wu Xian realize that something had happened without him knowing it, so he quickly jumped onto the stage and drew the second tube of black dog blood when he comforted Hei Gu last night. , slashed into the ghost-faced man's body and asked the ghost-faced man sternly.
"Say! What are you laughing at?"
The ghost-faced man twitched and smiled at Wu Xian with a grim smile: "You should laugh with me, because you are about to become harmonious. I am the same. You will return to your hometown with me, not in a dream, but in reality! "
As soon as I heard this, Wu Xian felt cold all over his body. The limbs began to become numb, the flesh and blood under the skin began to be out of control, and a strange aura was rushing into the Fengfu acupoint at the back of the brain...
"No, you want to turn me into an evil spirit, Two steps are needed to cut blood with a knife. I have been protecting my face all the time. You have no chance to complete your ghost face! ”
The ghost-faced man did not answer, but just laughed wildly.
Wu Xian had no choice but to add another small thunder spell to his body. After a lightning light, the body of the ghost-faced man was blown to pieces, but his laughter did not disappear, but continued to be the same It tangled around Wu Xian like a nightmare... The sound rotated and fluttered around Wu Xian, and finally frozen in his ears.
"Who told you that I should draw a ghost face on my face?"
"Who said again, I must do it when I draw a ghost face?"
"Who said that I must do it when I draw a ghost face?"
" Where are you painting? ”
The sound came from Wu Xian's shoulder. He immediately turned his head and used all his strength to tear open the clothes that had been scratched by thorny branches on his shoulder.
A uneven face appeared there at some time. There were countless scars on this face. These scars formed the outline of Guiyan, and the space in the scar was applied again Bloody and white pigments!
After seeing this face, Wu Xian's head buzzed, and his breathing almost stopped.
"It's the thorny forest!"
When Wu Xian was passing through the thorny forest, his shoulder was scratched by branches, and he lost consciousness. At that time, he didn't take it much, only When this is a natural trap formed by plants in the blessed land being affected by evil spirits.
However, unexpectedly, the ghost-faced man used these thorny branches to complete the "knife cutting" process on Wu Xian's shoulder without realizing it.
When Wu Xian broke the branches, the blood spurted out from the branches was the process of "blood smearing"!
When I was about to arrive in the village, the ghost-faced man suddenly appeared, just to force Wu Xian to speed up and add more scratches to his body, thereby ignoring the abnormalities on his shoulders!
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
The man with ghost face stopped when he chased the village entrance. I'm afraid it was not because he could not enter the village, but because the effect would take effect after drawing the ghost face for a while, so he just stopped chasing him...
The grimace on the shoulder said to Wu Xian with a sarcastic laugh: "You can never escape from your hometown, just like you can never get rid of your face. Time is up, and it's time for the wanderer to return home..."
"Ah... I'm taking it off."
Wu Xian was very regretful. Perhaps because he easily repelled the ghost-faced man with black dog blood and dirty characters twice, he had a feeling of the ghost-faced man in his heart. contempt.
In order to investigate the information of the dream world, he let the ghost-faced man go and wanted to wait until the world ended before solving it.
But in fact, this evil spirit, which is not even a great evil spirit, is unexpectedly difficult.
Wu Xian's fingers and toes began to become numb. Hoarse and uneasy songs came from his ears. Blood gushed out of thin air from his mouth. The salty and fishy taste was extremely delicious. A strange shadow appeared around him. He stretched out his palm to make friends with him.
And ahead of him, the earth suddenly cracked, and the cracks were filled with thick blood.
Wu Xian's body, driven by inexplicable power, gradually walked towards the crack. The ghost face on his shoulder said to Wu Xian in a bewitching tone:
"Jump down, the sea of blood Next, it is your hometown! "
Wu Xian tried hard to control his body, but his limbs no longer obeyed his orders, and the ghost face was on him, so he couldn't use Xiao Lei Curse to cut.
Therefore, if Wu Xian wants to survive, he only has one way left.
"Lingbao Tianzun, comforting his body, disciple's soul, and the mysterious inscriptions of the five internal organs. The blue dragon and white tiger, the team battles are numerous, the vermilion bird and the black trunk, the body shape of the guard..."
Accompanied by chanting the spell The sound, a pocket of Wu Xian's body burned spontaneously without fire.
"The magical mantra of body purification!"
The bloody sky was suddenly torn apart, and a dazzling light fell from the sky and fell on Wu Xian's body...
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(This chapter ends)