My Master is Lin Zhengying

Wen Cai hurriedly opened his mouth, holding the remaining half bowl of blood, his face full of worry.

Qiu Sheng was still practicing, unable to separate himself, he could only look at Nan Chen worriedly.

Xiaoyu, who was looming not far away, was also extremely worried.

However, under the sun, she dared not approach at all.

Uncle Jiu also raised his eyebrows and said:

"Wen Cai, let Nan Chen bite on a piece of wood, lest he bite his tongue!"

"It's the master!"

Wencai acted hastily.

He picked up a burning log on the ground, but he didn't think it was dirty, so he let Nan Chen bite it with his mouth.

Uncle Jiu also said in a deep voice beside him:

"Nanchen, hold on.

It will pass in a while! "

After finishing speaking, he said to Qiusheng Wencai again;

"You two start, proceed to the next step!"

Qiu Shengwen didn't dare to neglect.

Continue to practice.

Qiu Sheng waved the mahogany sword, urging the talisman.

Wen Cai picked up the remaining half bowl of blood and poured it directly on the scarecrow's head.

In the end, Qiu Sheng twisted a spell.

Immediately shouted in a low voice:

"Hurry up as a decree, decree!"

As soon as the words fell, the talisman came out of his hand.

"Boom" burst out.

In an instant, Ben was the scarecrow lying flat beside Nan Chen.

But after the spell erupted, his body trembled.

In addition, Nan Chen found that there seemed to be a surge of energy in his body.

Following the surging of this breath, wisps of black smoke emerged from his nostrils.

The black mark on his back also gradually became lighter and faded as the black energy exited his body.

And those black air, guided by Qiu Sheng, meandered towards the scarecrow next to him.

Then it was sucked into the body little by little by the scarecrow.

As the black smoke left the body, Nan Chen felt a lot more comfortable all over.

That kind of biting cold, that kind of terrible pain.

At this time, it actually weakened, and my hazy mind seemed to return to my body a little bit.

But on the other side, Qiu Sheng's face turned blue, and he couldn't breathe.

The hand that raised the mahogany sword was trembling constantly.

At this time, he is leading the transfer of this puppet technique.

Such a technique consumes a lot of mana.

In addition, Qiu Sheng's Taoism is not high, so it is still a little bit reluctant to do this kind of ritual now.

But Qiusheng was also stubborn, he just gritted his teeth and persisted.

Especially after seeing Nan Chen's situation gradually improving, he has no intention of giving up.

Nan Chen's pain also gradually weakened.

Sanity returned, and the feeling of dizziness reappeared.

However, it is also constantly decreasing...

This is a sign of improvement.

Looking at the scarecrow next to him, he began to tremble after continuously inhaling the black energy of Nan Chen.

As if it was coming to life.

Such a scene is very frightening to watch.

Fortunately, Huangtian paid off, under the overall command of Uncle Jiu.

Finally, after twenty minutes, the last ray of black air left Nan Chen's body and entered the scarecrow's body.

And on the scarecrow's chest, a black mark was formed.