Sorcerer

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The bloody figure in the sky began to breathe slowly, and bursts of throbbing spread outward, rippling like waves in the night.

This seems to be the artistic conception of the exploration class.

Wu Maxi observed for a while, then sped up the movements of her hands, her ten fingers flickered, and all kinds of materials and runes quickly returned to their positions. With the formation of the last light slash, the fuzzy orange light flashed away, and the whole The array was activated, and it disappeared into the stripped ground without any trace.

This array is called "painting the ground as a prison", the layout is simple, and the power is not too much, but it is enough as a temporary camp.

Wu Maxi then used the spiral cone to shoot towards the bloody figure in the sky.As soon as the bloody figure touched the spiral cone, it immediately dispersed into a red cloud, following the trajectory of the spiral cone and counterattacking.

Wu Maxi's eyes tightened, Wujiao flew out of the elephant ring in an instant, collided with the red cloud, and was immediately invaded by the red cloud. The dark brown body emitted a dazzling red beam of light, reaching the dark sky, matching the red cloud. The moon phase echoes.

Wu Maxi frowned as she looked at the vision in front of her, the red light made his face look solemn.He weaved a curse to cast out corpses, but as soon as the artistic conception touched Wujiao's body, he encountered a strange resistance, like a scaled lake reflecting golden light, preventing the curse from expelling corpses from encroaching on Wujiao's body.

Weird mood.

Wu Maxi felt that the blocking force was not too strong, and was about to use the corpse-expelling curse to forcefully squeeze into Wujiao's body. After thinking for a while, she gave up this plan and left Wujiao in the center of the formation. A piece of animal skin was covered on it, and the weaving retreated into the array with the wind into the night, hiding in the darkness outside, watching the black horn in the center of the array.

Bloody light leaked out from under the animal skin and shot straight into the dark sky, just like the giant Chinese watch in the Great Xia Palace back then.

Under the illumination of the blood-colored beam of light, the night wind seemed to stop suddenly, and the sound of insects only sounded once or twice after a long time. In the frozen night wind, it was extremely dry.

A figure suddenly appeared on top of a broken wall, standing silently, the black clothes hang down straight like cast iron, motionless.

The man wore a dark red slender mask on his face, which looked weird and alluring under the moonlight.A pair of eyes hidden behind the mask glowed with blue light, and they fell on Wu Jiao.

The man looked at it for a moment, then stretched out his right hand. Under the moonlight, the palm of that hand was slender and beautiful, and the movements of the five fingers were soft and smooth, as if pinching an invisible orchid.

A ray of dark red rose above the middle finger, gradually condensing into a tiny red cloud.With a flick of the man's finger, the little red cloud floated up, as if being sent by the breeze, it slowly drifted towards Wujiao.

A dim yellow light barrier suddenly appeared on the periphery of Wujiao, blocking the red cloud outside.

"what!"

With a light "Huh" that seemed to be there, the man in black flipped his palm, changing into three or five graceful hand shapes in succession, as elegant and light as a flower blooming, and finally pinched the two fingers of his food thumb, and the entire hand shape changed drastically, sharp as an eagle's peck, The green light in the eyes of the man in black also suddenly became sharp, like an eagle staring at its prey.

The red cloud suddenly changed its shape, and instantly condensed into a sharp blood-colored spike, piercing towards the dim light barrier, making a sharp friction sound.The light barrier became distorted under the attack of the blood thorn, and was quickly punctured, and then the blood thorn penetrated into the light barrier, pierced through the animal skin, and pierced towards the black horn under the animal skin.

"Whoosh!"

With a sharp piercing sound, Wumaxi, who was hidden in the dark, launched a surprise attack, and shot a sharp arrow at the man in black, approaching the man's abdomen in an instant.

The man in black suddenly turned into a red mist, and the sharp arrow passed through the red mist without hindrance, and shot straight into the depths of the night sky.

The red mist slowly dissipated in the night sky, and there was no one on the ruined wall.

Wu Maxi's eyes flashed with a stern light.

After being entangled in the darkness for so long, although Wu Maxi didn't suffer, she didn't take any advantage either.

The mood of the other party is somewhat similar to that of Huo Bihai, blood is everywhere, but if you think deeply, you will find the difference between the two.Huo Bihai's artistic conception is essentially a celestial phenomenon, but covered with a layer of blood, while the artistic conception of the man in black is obviously different from the celestial phenomenon.

This artistic conception is somewhat similar to a certain mysterious character in "Journey to the West".

In "Journey to the West", there once appeared a very strange character, who was called the blood king by the author.The blood king intercepted and killed the messenger sent by Zha Yuhou, and also plotted against Jianshuangcheng's vanguard. The last time he appeared was a life-and-death fight with Gu Zi hiding in the jungle, and disappeared into a blood mist.In the end, the author didn't explain which faction the blood king belonged to. He appeared and disappeared out of thin air, just like a mystery.

The artistic conception of the man in black in front of him is almost the same as the artistic conception of the blood fog that the blood king finally disappeared.

Wuma Xi remained calm, and quickly weaved into the night with the wind, penetrated into the darkness, and patrolled around the battlefield.

It's just that the other party seems to be proficient in the art of invisibility in the dark. Since the mist, there has been no movement or sound, and it seems to have disappeared out of thin air. Wu Maxi searched around, but found no trace or sound.

Wu Maxi did not relax her vigilance, and hid in the darkness, quietly waiting for the other party to appear.

Time passed quietly while waiting, and the blood-colored beam of light on Wu Jiao's body had already dimmed.

A slight wind blew up in the night, carrying the intermittent chirping of insects, cruising east and west among the ruins.

I don't know when it started, a faint smell of blood began to disperse in the night sky, vaguely absent.Wu Maxi quickly noticed this change, and became more vigilant.

A wild rat swaggered ahead, staring at a pair of pitch-black eyes, and staring at Wumaxi from a distance of less than one meter, his eyes were full of sinister and bloodthirsty.

The smell of blood suddenly became stronger, and the vitality in those small eyes suddenly disappeared, and then two thin bloody threads shot out from the eye sockets, attacking Wumaxi in a magical arc, and entangled Wumaxi in an instant. Ma Xi's arm, like a cold, blood-colored poisonous snake, walked upstream along the arm.

Wu Maxi immediately sacrificed the Jingzhe, and the whole body flashed with lightning, and the blood snake was immediately crushed, turning into drops of blood and dispersing in the air.The blood beads in the air instantly condensed into dozens of thin needles, stabbing at dozens of acupuncture points on Wu Maxi's body.Wu Maxi bounced back with the spirit of the fox spirit, and those thin needles immediately merged into a thin line, chasing Wu Maxi closely.

Wu Maxi leaped up a broken wall from the darkness, and then twisted and slid back into the darkness below. The bloodline behind her also slid across the broken wall like a poisonous snake, chasing Wu Maxi closely. Ma Xi's figure plunged into the darkness, and then jumped out of the darkness one by one, crossed a broken wall, and disappeared into the darkness again.

There was a burst of thunder from the darkness, followed by silence, and a moment later, Wu Maxi's figure bounced out of the darkness, followed by the blood line.

One person and one line were chasing among the ruins, Wu Maxi's figure was as vigorous as a fox, but the blood line behind her was like a poisonous dragon, with agile turns and endless pursuit.

Wu Maxi jumped and fled among the ruins with the spirit of the fox spirit, but she still couldn't get rid of the entanglement of the blood line. She smashed it several times, but in an instant, the blood line would re-condense, and faintly There is growing momentum.

Such entanglement is not an option.

Wu Maxi stopped suddenly, and a cone smashed the blood into a blood mist, and then the spirit fox flashed, jumped over the blood mist, and ran towards the way it came from.The blood mist behind him quickly condensed into a blood thread, chasing after Wumaxi like a maggot attached to a bone.

After jumping over a few broken walls, the formation of painting the land as a city reappeared in front of my eyes.

Wu Maxi speeded up and ran towards the array, ready to enter the array and defend the city.

As a half-toned Zi Jingjing Xiu, it is a very shameful thing to be forced out of the darkness.However, the opponent's detection method is really too weird, and it can't please him in the dark, so he can only protect himself first.

Wu Maxi stepped closer to the formation, and immediately realized something was wrong.

In the void around the body, hundreds of drops of blood instantly condensed out of thin air, emitting a dark red gleam, arranged like stars, and shot towards Wumaxi's nearly a hundred acupuncture points like shooting stars.

Shentang, Geguan, Soul Gate...

Acupoints were invaded by blood beads one after another.

The Yizhu seems to be bound by ropes, each acupuncture point is invaded, and the strength of the binding is strengthened.

Yi Zhi whirled wildly in the void of consciousness, and instantly weaved into the artistic conception of a big bow. The whole body was thrown horizontally to the left with an extremely twisted momentum, as if being knocked into the air by a running monster.

Hundreds of drops of blood instantly hooked up into a net, twirling wildly and chasing after him.

A waking sting mood was instantly woven into shape, the sound of thunder erupted in the blood net, current flowed along the net, and various red and blue lines were distorted in space.

After Wu Maxi's feet landed on the ground, she rolled several times in a row to eliminate the momentum. When she looked back, the blood net and power grid behind her had already dissipated, and no trace could be seen.

Whoa!

The ground under his feet suddenly split, and a fountain of blood gushed out, climbing up along Wumaxi's feet, like a blood python with its mouth wide open, devouring it step by step from bottom to top, and approached Wuma in an instant Xi's waist.

Wu Maxi tried to escape by jumping with the spirit of the fox, but just as soon as she left the ground, she was pulled back forcefully by the blood python.

In the mouth of the blood python, dense blood threads formed quickly, like extremely thin earthworms, eroding into the skin along the pores, which made Wu Maxi feel itchy.

Wu Maxi let out a muffled snort, and there was a bit of madness in her eyes.

The artistic conception of the spiral cone is continuously woven, like flying shuttles, going against the trend of the blood python and hitting the ground.

The fluctuation of spiritual power on the blood python dissipated immediately, and quickly began to solidify. In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a crimson rock, freezing Wumaxi inside from the chest down.

The compact attack stopped suddenly, and the movement between the sky and the earth stopped for an instant, as if everything had frozen along with the blood python.

Wu Maxi was like a blood-colored stone pillar, standing alone on the spot, looking around with cold eyes.

The ruins in front of me were as red as blood, just like the bloody night thousands of years ago, except that the cries of those condemned prisoners were gone.

It was eerily quiet, with one heartbeat after another.

A black figure stood quietly under a broken wall, looming, like a strange relief at the gate of hell.