Big man

The high efficiency of Daoist Yuan Cheng and a group of prostitutes was beyond Xiao Fan's expectation.

A small Qimen Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams array centered on Huang Qingyun's bedroom was completed in less than an hour.Yuan Chengzi called out the five proud women who were hiding in the dark, plus himself, he did it himself, and his movements were extremely fast.

Of course, the most important thing is that their formation weapons are all ready-made, and there is no need to re-sacrifice.

Yuan Chengzi explained to Xiao Fan that it was because he had a similar idea at the beginning, fearing that a large formation would not be able to absorb the evil energy from the blood, so he made preparations for deploying another auxiliary formation.

Unexpectedly, it really came in handy.

Of course, Xiao Fan was not idle during this time. The real Yuan Cheng led the policemen to set up formations in the inner room, but he circled around the villa where he lived for a whole hour without knowing it. What is he doing.

Only Yuan Chengzi faintly felt the fluctuation of the formation at the villa.

It is estimated that Xiao Fan has also taken certain defensive measures in his residence.This is reasonable, Xiao Fan's current behavior, in fact, is equivalent to making an enemy of the "Bu Gu Sect".Now that the Great Master Mojiu has returned to Luojiabang and sits in the Mojiu Manor in person, there is absolutely no harm in being careful.

Huang Qingyun's bedroom became heavily guarded.The furniture in the bedroom has been moved to one side, leaving a space in the middle.Huang Qingyun sat cross-legged in the middle, Xiao Fan sat opposite him, Yuan Chengzi and Ji Qingsha occupied two corners.

Everyone else was gone.

Yuan Chengzi's officers were still in charge of guarding the periphery, guarding the two large formations at the same time to prevent people from making trouble at critical moments.

Xiao Fan was still wearing a floral shirt, big pants, and wearing a pair of casual leather shoes barefoot. He sat cross-legged opposite Huang Qingyun, but he looked dignified, and he was not affected by his hippie-style clothing in the slightest.

Chu Hong's "Qian Kun Cauldron" was sacrificed in front of Xiao Fan, a drop of blood dripped into the cauldron, and after a while, an extremely strong bloody smell permeated the room.

Ji Qingsha stared at Xiao Fan's movements intently, with a slightly worried look on her face.

She had just experienced a similar situation not long ago, but the blood drop in Fan Le's body was planted many years ago. At that time, Fan Ying was still a junior head drop master who had just started, and the power of the drop head drop was limited.Now that several years have passed, Fan Ying's cultivation should have increased a lot, as can be seen from Huang Qingyun's painful torture, the power of blood drop has greatly increased.

Although Xiao Fan's technique is advanced, after all, he has not dealt with the head-down technique of the head-down master before, the possibility of missing is not only high, but also relatively high.

It is often more dangerous to miss when performing a spell than to miss when performing a spell.

Yuan Chengzi also looked serious, with his hands folded in his big sleeves, he secretly grabbed a talisman, and whenever something unexpected happened, he would immediately sacrifice the talisman to kill the monster.

Surprisingly, this time the surrender of the blood was very smooth, and it was far less troublesome than the surrender for Fan Le.

When the bloody aura wafting from the "Qian Kun Ding" was strong to a certain extent, Huang Qingyun's forehead flickered with blood, and a bright red grimace gradually protruded from his body, condensing and forming in the air, a pair of blood-colored eyes Staring firmly at the "Qiankun Cauldron" in front of Xiao Fan, there was anthropomorphic greed on the ghost's face, as if there was something in the "Qiankun Cauldron" that was very attractive to it.

A look of astonishment flashed in Yuan Chengzi's eyes.

Unexpectedly, there is such a magical weapon in Wuji Gate, which can easily extract the head-bending technique planted in the body. This is simply a magic weapon specially designed to restrain the head-bending technique.

Seeing that the monster was pulled out so quickly, Ji Qingsha was also quite surprised, after thinking about it, it suddenly dawned on her.It took so much effort for Fan Le to surrender. The key is that the head-down technique has been entangled in his body for too long, and it has even become a part of his body. It is of course much more difficult to extract it.In the past few years, in order to pursue the power of the head lowering technique, Fan Ying blindly took a slant.The power of the blood drop has increased a lot, but at the same time, it also has a lot of flaws.

For example, the lack of concentration of monsters may be one of the defects.

Xiao Fan raised his head, looked at the blood-red grimace lightly, and his eyes met.The ghost face suddenly shrank back suddenly, as if full of fear towards Xiao Fan, he hesitated to move forward.

Ji Qingsha's eyebrows raised again, could it be that this ghost is already psychic, and can feel that Xiao Fan is carrying a pure yang treasure like the "Tiangang Mirror", which is the nemesis of all evil ghosts?

Xiao Fan's expression remained unchanged, he muttered words, and the bloody aura wafting from the "Qian Kun Cauldron" became more and more intense.

After a moment of stalemate, the ghost finally couldn't stand the temptation. With a sharp ghost cry, it rushed towards the "Qiankun Cauldron", opened its bloody mouth, and wanted to swallow the "Qiankun Cauldron" in one gulp. The brilliance of the "Qian Kun Ding" was shining brightly, and a bright red chaotic pattern emerged, and in an instant, it transformed into a huge silk, wrapping the ghost in it.

The ghost was startled, and immediately became violent, twisting and struggling desperately, trying to break free from the shackles of blood, and the shrill ghostly chirping made people feel chills in their hearts.

Seeing that the blood-colored thread shot out from the "Qian Kun Ding" began to distort and deform, and it seemed that the ghost might escape from the trap at any time, Yuan Chengzi raised his eyebrows, and wanted to sacrifice the talisman in his hand to help Xiao Fan.

"disease!"

Hearing a loud shout, Xiao Fan's five fingers on his right hand formed the shape of tiger's claws, and he grabbed it forward suddenly.In mid-air, a huge blood-red palm emerged out of thin air, and grabbed the desperately struggling ghost.

The ghost seemed to know the strength of the palm, screamed again, and retreated suddenly.As a result, the blood-red thread once again shone brightly, wrapping the desperate ghost, and suddenly pulled into the "Qian Kun Cauldron".

The ghost screaming stopped abruptly, and the entire bedroom suddenly became extremely quiet.

With a "plop", Huang Qingyun, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly fell to the ground, motionless, and seemed to have passed out.

Xiao Fan ignored Huang Qingyun, raised his palm, and the miniature "Qiankun Cauldron" was in his hand. After carefully looking at it for a few times, he nodded in satisfaction, and turned his backhand again, and the "Qiankun Cauldron" disappeared without a trace.

Daoist Yuan Cheng was overjoyed, put away the talisman in his hand, bowed his hands to Xiao Fan, laughed loudly and said, "Congratulations to Daoist Xiao, you're done. It's really amazing skills! Admiration, admiration..."

Xiao Fan smiled, and said: "It's just a fluke, I dare not be ridiculously praised by Yuan Cheng."

"Don't be humble, Reverend Xiao. Tonight was an eye-opener. I never thought that my Taoist supernatural powers could be displayed like this. From now on, Yuyang Temple will have another unique skill, all thanks to Xiao Given by the real person, haha..."

The old Taoist smiled happily.

At this time, Huang Qingyun, who seemed to have passed out, woke up again, struggled to sit up straight, bowed deeply to Xiao Fan, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you, Master Xiao, for saving your life. kindness."

Huang Qingyun's words really came from the heart.Sometimes, the sudden death is not terrible, but the torture that is extremely itchy and life is worse than death is really unbearable for human beings.

Xiao Fan stretched out his hand and gently supported him, and said gently: "Mr. Huang doesn't have to be like this. Being kind to others and accumulating merit are the rules of my Wuji Sect. I dare not disobey the teachings of the ancestors of the past."

Huang Qingyun raised his head with a grateful face, not knowing what to say.

At the same time, in a mansion not far from Huang's house, in a secret room that was arranged eeriely, a middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged on a wooden couch, with his hands folded on his lower abdomen. Here, close your eyes and rest your mind.

The secret room didn't turn on the light, just in front of the wooden couch, an oil lamp was lit on a small black table, and the light flickered on and off, reflecting the shadow of the middle-aged man on the wall, which looked very strange.

The moment the grimace was picked up by the "Qian Kun Ding", the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, his eyes opened suddenly, and his face was full of doubts.

"what happened?"

The middle-aged man muttered to himself.

In terms of feeling, he suddenly lost contact with Xuejiang.

This big mansion not far from Huang's Mansion is the residence of the Fan family.This gloomy middle-aged man is naturally Fan Ying, the current head of the Fan family.

It's not unheard of for him to lose contact with the lowered head who was on the victim's body.Generally speaking, if the person whose head was lowered dies, the head lowering technique will also become invalid.Or if the person whose head was dropped is too far away from him, this kind of telepathy will also be cut off.

Could it be that Huang Qingyun is dead?

Or, he stayed away from Luojia City and fled overnight?

It seems that these two possibilities are not very big.

Fan Ying knew very well about the Blood Falling Technique he had performed, and it was very powerful, but with the presence of the old man with the nose of Yuyang Temple, Huang Qingyun didn't die so quickly, and he should be able to linger on for a few more days.As for cracking it, don't even think about it. Fan Ying is very confident in her head lowering technique.

Leaving Luojia City, Fan Ying also felt unreliable.At this moment, Huang Qingyun might have turned into a freak covered in blood, right?Where can you run to with a scary look?

Besides, what's the use of going out of town?It's not a dead end!

But why is the connection suddenly cut off?

Fan Ying pondered for a moment, lost her mind, her eyes flashed fiercely, and she muttered something, an obscure incantation echoed softly in the secret room.

A gust of wind suddenly blew in the secret room, and a blurry figure appeared in front of the wooden couch out of thin air.

This figure was extremely vague, short like a child, constantly swaying in the dark wind, as if it might disappear at any time.

"Go, go to Huang's house. Pay attention to that old man with a nose, and try to avoid him. If there is anything wrong, come back immediately!"

Fan Ying ordered in a low voice, as if she was talking to someone she knew very well.

Another gust of wind blew by, and the vague ghost image disappeared without a trace. (To be continued.)