One Punch Man’s Unlimited Luck

"It's none of your business!" Xing Tao said, and with a wave of his right hand, a scarlet iron chain bound all three of them, and the prisoner bull loosened the three of them, turning into a golden diamond. Enter Xingtao's sleeve.

"Damn, do you think a mere iron chain can lock us up?" At this time, Xiao Jingtian, who had been silent for a long time, shouted in vain. With his voice, his originally thin body changed rapidly, becoming more and more The stronger you are, the bigger your height will be.

A series of crimson meridians emerged on the surface of the body, and the whole person was like a ferocious demon god.

"drink!!"

Xiao Jingtian yelled violently, gathered his strength, and shook it hard.

"Wow!!"

The iron chain that locked him trembled slightly, but there was no sign of any breakage.

"How is it possible? How can there be such a strong iron chain in this world? What kind of material is it made of?" Xiao Aoshi exclaimed when he saw that his elder brother couldn't break free from the iron chain even with all his strength.

"Idiot!!" Linglong sneered in Xingtao's mind, "This is the mysterious fire chain that our Wu Clan spent countless efforts to refine, and even the pure fire of the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon can withstand it, with your little skill Want to break free too!?"

Seeing this, Xiao Sanxiao also understood that as long as Xing Tao didn't untie this iron chain, it was absolutely impossible for them to escape. He immediately asked, "This is the ancient city of Loulan. What do you want to do by bringing us to the remains of the dragon turtle?"

Xing Tao looked at the three of them and said lightly: "Smile three times, didn't you notice it? Although you took away all the essence of the dragon turtle back then, there are still some residues here. Why did you clearly It’s done so cleanly, but now it’s filled with the energy of a dragon turtle?”

"The dragon tortoise can be resurrected?" Xiao Sanxiao exclaimed.

"Most of the essence of the dragon tortoise is on the three of you. If I sacrifice your blood, I may be able to completely revive the dragon tortoise!" Xing Tao said, directly took out a large basin, and then directly lifted Xiao Aoshi bloodletting. Then he did the same with Xiao Jingtian and Xiao Sanxiao.

After a while, Xing Tao drained all the blood from the three of them. Yin Hong's fresh blood swayed gently in the basin, and a strong bloody smell permeated the stone room.

"The dragon tortoise's essence is not only contained in the blood, there is still a lot left on their corpses!" Linglong reminded in time.

"I know, but when I perform Soul-calling, I will naturally be able to summon all the essence remaining on their bodies!" Xing Tao responded, and then took out the writing brush that he used to perform the witchcraft before, and put the The red pen was soaked in blood for a moment, and I picked it up.

Holding the pen, Xing Tao slowly drew the first stroke beside the stone platform of the Dragon Turtle remains. The bright colors gradually extended on the originally flat ground, and Xing Tao's steady hand drew blood symbols one after another.

More and more blood strokes, centered on the stone platform where the dragon tortoise corpse was, gradually appeared around, and a strange and bloody magic circle had already appeared.

Xing Tao's pen is obviously a treasure refined by Xing Tao according to the Southern Xinjiang witchcraft method. The blood sucked by this pen is painted on the ground by Xing Tao. At the turning point of the corner, not a single thread of blood splashed out, and the picture-like prison was firmly enclosed in the blood.

Following Xing Tao's movements, the blood-colored patterns on the ground gradually became more and more complex. Some of these weird patterns looked like domestic animals and beasts, some looked like birds and birds, and there were even some weird patterns that didn't look like anything at all. One after the other, none of them are the same.

There is only one thing in common, that is, these patterns are all connected to each other. From the blood painted on the ground, there are more and more blood, but the color of the blood that falls on the ground seems to be brighter than the blood.

Chapter 197: Calling Souls

These blood-drawn pattern circles were carefully painted by Xing Tao one stroke at a time. This piece of fresh blood grew from nothing, from less to more, and gradually gathered into an oval ring with a radius of three feet. At this moment, the area around the Dragon Turtle had turned into a piece of blood.

Numerous connected, large or small weird patterns, shining with blood-colored light, at first glance, it looks like a river with criss-crossing channels, and the bright red and lively blood swims happily like in the blood vessels.

Swelling from one place to the other, turning back from the end, like a gentle tide, endless.

"Xingtao, your talent is indeed very good. The drawing of this soul-calling formation is fast and stable. Even in our Wu Clan, few people could do this!" Linglong exclaimed.

In the ground, the intertwined bright red gradually converged on the ground under his feet. He slowly stretched out his hand, and drew the last stroke with a pen soaked in blood. The last completed pattern was the same as the first blood pattern drawn before. , connected together.

With the completion of this stroke, what appeared in front of him was a completely connected blood magic circle, blood-colored passages all over the ground, imprisoning countless blood in it. And those fresh blood, as if affected by an invisible force, started to flow in the same direction almost at the same time on the flat ground, without a trace of pen marks breaking away like blood.

It flows from one end to the other end, and then flows back from the connected channel, forming a cycle of heaven and earth, which is endless and endless. As the blood flowed, a trace of gold flashed in the crimson blood, which was the slow activation of the dragon turtle's essence.

Xingtao pondered for a moment, stretched out his palm, and held the red pen upside down in front of him, with the fine red hair on the tip of the pen pointing downwards. From the top of the red pen, there remained blood drops, condensed into beads, and after struggling for a while on the fine hair, It fell silently and merged into the bloody river in front of him.

At the same time, with a move of his right hand, some of the remaining blood in the basin of blood was completely integrated into the bloody river.

Xing Tao stared at the blood river intently, and the stone room was suddenly calm!

I saw his brows slowly raised, his eyes slowly lit up, and the blood in the magic circle in front of him seemed to be stimulated by something, and the speed of the rush suddenly accelerated.

The hand holding the pen fell slowly, and soon touched the ground, just three inches in front of the outermost river of blood. The slender red hair touched the ground, but it didn't bend, and the whole ground suddenly seemed to turn into soft water. The pen just inserted into the ground slowly and silently.

The atmosphere of the scene in the stone room gradually became weird. Accompanied by the faster and faster blood-colored river, there was gradually a faint whistling sound. The faint blood energy followed the red pen deep into the ground, and gradually disappeared from this dharma. It rises above the formation, and later merges with the faint dragon tortoise spirit emanating from the stone platform, surrounding the dragon tortoise's corpse.

Xing Tao let go of the hand holding the pen, and the low voice of chanting began to echo in the stone room. From Xing Tao's mouth, he spit out strange tones one after another slightly but frequently. His hands seemed to follow the inexplicable melody, slowly stretching into the air, his five fingers forming claws, and gently waving.

The whistling sound in the stone room became louder and louder. On the ground, the blood river in the magic circle was already turbulent at the moment, and the waves were crazily flowing, and bursts of ghost power roared from the blood river. .

Suddenly, Xing Tao spat out a sharp whistling sound, and clasped the five fingers of both hands down like claws, grabbing into the river of blood with a "poof".

Almost at the same time, the surrounding stone chamber seemed to cease to exist. The four stone walls and the upper and lower stone slab floors suddenly became empty, as if in the endless sky, golden and red, and there was nothing to rely on.

Hearing the sound of dragons singing and phoenixes singing, they rushed in from all directions, and brilliant red light burst out from the red blood formation, soaring to the sky. In the swaying red light, countless red shadows panicked, as if being absorbed by an invisible giant force, they couldn't help but scurry around, but they couldn't get away from the red light curtain no matter what.

"This world is so weird. After death, the soul really doesn't exist at all. What is summoned now is the pure dragon tortoise, the remnant soul of the phoenix, and the essence!!" Linglong exclaimed, "Xing Tao, apart from the dragon In addition to the essence of the turtle, we also need to accept all the essence of the phoenix, so that we can save a lot of trouble when resurrecting the phoenix in the future!!"

"Got it!!" Xing Tao responded.

Exercising the soul-calling method just now consumes a lot of vitality, and this is not the world of "Zhu Xian", but the world of "Fengyun". said aloud.

In the arena, countless dragon tortoises and phoenix spirits roared and jumped and danced in the red light. These essences were all bit by bit, transforming into little dragon turtles and little phoenixes roaring. The bouncing essence probably knew that they couldn't get out of trouble, and turned their heads to roar and howl at Xing Tao who was sitting at the front of the magic circle.

Xing Tao didn't look at these angry dragon tortoises and phoenix remnants, slowly raised his eyes, and stared at the remains of the dragon tortoise between the stone platforms shrouded in red light. He swung his arms abruptly, his left hand remained like a claw, but the five fingers of his right hand changed. The ring finger and little finger were curved three-pointed, the middle finger and index finger were like swords, and the thumb soared into the sky.

"Roar!!"

There seemed to be a dragon chant echoing in the dragon turtle's body. There was a red-gold halo exuding from the dragon tortoise.

Almost at the same time as Xing Tao pointed at the dragon tortoise carcass, countless dragon tortoise and phoenix remnant souls in the summoning blood array rushed towards the dragon tortoise carcass like a tide, as if urged by an invisible force.

In an instant, golden light and blood flourished, and the remains of the dragon tortoise trembled violently. The remnants of the dragon tortoise and the remnants of the phoenix rushed from all directions, repeatedly impacting and colliding fiercely, and the scene was crazy. And under this scene, the red sea of ​​blood in the blood-colored magic circle became more and more fresh, and the blood roared, almost boiling!

Chapter 198 Resurrecting the Dragon Turtle

As if unable to bear the remnants of the soul, the faint golden light on the dragon tortoise's shell gradually dimmed, submerged in the group of ghosts. After a while, there was a sharp sound, and a golden light slowly appeared above the dragon tortoise's shell, like a dragon Turtle form, faintly visible, intermittent and continuous, fluttering in mid-air.

This is the remnant soul gathered on the shell of the dragon tortoise over the years.

Seeing this, a trace of joy flashed across Xing Tao's face, and he shouted loudly:

"Hey! The remnant soul leaves the body, and the spirit returns. Huangquan Jiuyou, summoning the soul is the way!"

Xingtao drank these four sentences with awe-inspiring power, and as he spoke, the red light exploded and filled the entire stone room in an instant. There was another roar all around. At this moment, amidst the roars around, there were countless forms of dragons, turtles and phoenixes flying in mid-air.

"boom!"

As if it never stopped for a moment, like lightning passing through the sky unstoppably, the surrounding scene changed back to the stone room again. In the red demon curtain, when countless remnant souls were flying, the light smoke on the dragon tortoise shell was surrounded by countless remnant souls. Surrounded by souls, golden lights gradually appeared one after another.

Xing Tao was still waving his hands in the air, and at the same time, his loud voice reappeared: "Gathering spirits as gods, combining gods and searching spirits, they are one body!"

Following his words, countless golden lights that appeared one after the other in midair flew out, slowly approaching the shell of the dragon tortoise, and gradually merged with the golden light on the shell of the dragon tortoise.

Indistinctly, a beast shape gradually appeared.