In the Prince's Mansion of Keqin County, Xuan Qi drove all the people out, including Qian Wantong, the owner of the village. With the nourishment of the formation spirit, Qian Wantong's originally weak body gradually recovered. A bowl of turtle blood nourishes every day. Not to mention Qian Wantong, who is terminally ill, even a patient with only one breath can be radiant for three months.

Qian Wantong not only had a good face, but also became full of energy. She asked Xuan Qi: "What's the matter? What's the matter? Seeing you being in a hurry and panic, are you having conflicts with whom? You said, I'll help you settle it."

Xuan Qi naturally would not tell the truth, and wanted to use this house to fight with people. Instead, he looked at Qian Wantong worriedly: "There are two yin and yang energy in the world. The yang energy has nourished you these days, but it has also attracted filthy things. There are already evil ghosts in the yard. I want to start exorcising ghosts. Within three days, no one is allowed to appear around this yard."

In supernatural metaphysics, Xuan Qi is a well-deserved expert. He said that if there is a problem here, then there must be a problem here. Such spiritual energy nourishes the body, prolongs life, and will definitely attract other filth.

Qian Wantong immediately twitched her head and said, "I know, I know." Then she seemed to be a frightened rabbit. She spread her feet and ran out. While running, she also told others: "Mr. Xuan is catching ghosts. If he doesn't come out, no one can go back to the yard. Get out of here quickly and leave quickly..."

There is a market everywhere in the mysterious theory. When Qian Wantong said this, the people who had not cooperated were all like clockwork robots, full of power and extremely rapid.

After waiting for no one in the yard, Xuan Qi walked into the back garden again. Looking at the lotus flowers that had just been transplanted in the pond and the old turtle leisurely in the green green, Xuan Qi frowned: "What kind of magic circle should we arrange in such a big place and in such a short time?"

"The other party should have just learned the skills of stealing the sect, and only practicing the art of attack, other techniques should not be practiced. We must arrange a defensive trapping array." The old man said and suddenly asked Xuan Qi: "Do you know what is the hardest thing in the Xuan Xiu era in this world?"

"It can't be a tortoise shell, right?" Xuan Qi made a random guess. However, he heard the old turtle praise him and said: "Yes, in the Xuanxiu era, the hardest one was the tortoise shell. Legend has it that the mainland was the turtle's back, and the old turtle supported all things in the world and swam in the vast sea. At that time, the sky was round and the earth was square. And the square here was called the tortoise shell."

Xuan Qi Conghui heard the old turtle say that she wanted to arrange a defensive formation. Now she mentioned the tortoise shell again, and couldn't help but guess: "Do you want to use the old turtle formation in this pool?"

The "smart" old man praised Xuan Qi, and at the same time left a piece of text in Xuan Qi's head. The ancient vicissitudes of words were uniquely heavy, and were imprinted like mountains into Xuan Qi's mind.

"Carrotto Array" Xuan Qi looked at the words in his mind and couldn't help but chant softly: "The chariot's back armor is the best in the world, with sparse and dense texture..." Xuan Qi reached out and grabbed the old turtle beside him, stretched out his finger to carve it on the tortoise shell. The true energy is like a pen, mitral as silver as ink, and the fine gold dot array eye. An ancient chariot character appears on the old turtle's back armor.

What is an ancient magic circle? It is a text carved on the stone wall. These words are either seeking peace or calculating the future. Every stroke is in line with the way of heaven, and they all form a shock with the spiritual energy of the heavens.

In the era of Xuanxiu, there were abundant spiritual energy and many treasures in heaven and earth. How could humans survive in that year and continue to strive for strength? It is because humans have extraordinary wisdom and are constantly forced to fight for life and death, and then studied the words, which are the magic circles depicted by Xuan Qi now.

As the ancient turtle character appeared on the tortoise shell, as the array of fine gold and hilarious silver began to operate, the entire tortoise shell rose from the green light, which shone little by little in Xuan Qi's pupils. The originally light turtle was as heavy as a mountain at this moment.

"This is the law that the ancient spiritual turtle should have." The old turtle laughed, looking at the descendants of the future generations, and comforted his old worries.

Seeing that this turtle was obviously different from other turtles, it was no longer moving slowly, but was as fast as the wind. Xuan Qi reached out and pushed aside, but found that the old turtle had unprecedented changes in terms of quality and density.

"This is really a step to heaven." Xuan Qi was dumbfounded.

The old turtle whispered: "Humans have become wilderness. At that time, Xuan Xiu was not called Xuan Xiu, but Wu. They used beast blood to carve the words on their bodies, and used the spiritual energy of the heavens to fight against powerful strange beasts, time and time, year by year, and finally humans subdued strange beasts, possessed civilization, and built their own city-states. The ancient witchcraft also evolved and became the later mysterious art."

Curiosity flashed in Xuan Qi's eyes, and he wanted to know the difference between witchcraft and mysterious art. The old man seemed to guess Xuan Qi's thoughts and said directly: "The biggest difference between witchcraft and mysterious art is that witchcraft requires the help of various materials and even sacrifices to drive the entire magic. Moreover, witchcraft lasts for a short time. If the enemy is beaten in one go, the wizard will become the prey of others. Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, these natural factors have a more intuitive impact on witchcraft. It is very likely that a gust of wind, or a rain, will wash away the portrayed witch formation."

"Isn't this a one-time deal?" Xuan Qi smiled with a smile on his lips: "If you can't kill others, you will be killed by others." As he said that, Xuan Qi's mouth froze: "How long can the magic circle on the back of these turtles last? If I can't kill Dovetail, then I will die."

"These witchcrafts are enough to support twelve hours. At that time, you will also carve magic circles on your body to double your combat power. In addition, the amplitude of the dragon formation is helpful. If you are not a match for Jiuwei, you will die if you die." The smart old man began to put pressure on Xuan Qi, one step at a time, one step at a time. Whether to succeed or give up is not a difficult multiple-choice question.

Xuan Qi was so excited by the old turtle that his heart and heart were full of passion. He picked up another old turtle again and portrayed it on the turtle's back like the wind. At the same time, he said with great enthusiasm: "Then I will fight with Jiuwei. The right time, place and people will take it all, and you can pinch Jiuwei to death even if you extend your little finger."

The inner demons were gone, and Xuan Qi wrote like a flying stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, wrapping with layers of spiritual energy, wrapped around the tortoise shell. In a short time, he carved all the old turtles in a pool onto the magic circle.

Xuan Qi sat cross-legged by the pond, watching hundreds of old turtles emitting a heavy aura like mountains. The night sky that had originally turned into black color suddenly rose with dazzling white light, and the formation had become a complete

Suddenly another ball of words appeared in Xuan Qi's brain, and the old man imprinted all the most important things in witchcraft into Xuan Qi's head. Xuan Qi opened his mouth and read softly: "The world has just opened, and the two qi of yin and yang are harmonious and reunited..."

Xuan Qi reached out and pulled off the clothes on his body, and suddenly a can of red blood appeared in front of his face. This was the evil blood collected by Xuan Qi, and it was also the reason why he attracted Jiuwei.

With one hand, golden sand and silver powder, all sprinkled into the blood of the evil man, Xuan Qi stretched out his hands, held the bowl with the other hand, and stretched out his fingers, sprayed the true energy into the bowl, and put his fingers into the bowl and stirred. When everything was stirred evenly, Xuan Qi took out the blood-colored fingers and began to portray them on his face according to the guidance in his mind.

The tattoos in later generations are somewhat like plagiarizing ancient witchcraft, but the spiritual power on the tattoo is too weak, far less powerful than the witchcraft portrayal.

A large circle was drawn on the forehead to represent the sun above the head. He reached out and drew the crescent moon on the back of the heart, representing the moon in the night. After staining with blood, the Big Dipper star was taped on the chest. Then Xuan Qi began to carve the simple and old characters on his arms, belly, and thighs according to the words in his mind.

The earliest herringbone appeared on the murals, and the words at that time were more like a painting, which was the hieroglyphics mentioned by later experts. The words written when human wisdom enlightenment were the most ignorant, were the most real, simple, and most able to communicate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

When a hieroglyph that appeared vividly and appeared on the belly like a stickman, Xuan Qi felt the surrounding spiritual energy like a tide, drilling into the pores around his body, his arms became thick and his heart was beating heavily.

Xuan Qi bathed the eight fingers that unexpectedly left his thumbs with blood, and then portrayed villains in front and behind him. Xuan Qi, who had a foundation in cursive, portrayed the words that were vivid and free. With the increase of herringbone, the front, back, arms and thighs, as the number of herringbone characters increased, Xuan Qi could clearly feel that his cultivation was increasing little by little.

"Roar" roared out the anger in my heart. Xuan Qi asked the old man in surprise: "Since there is such a secret method, why didn't you tell me the last time you dealt with Xuan Shenji?"

"The cultivation level of Xuan Shenji is too low, and it is not worth your use of such a secret technique." Lao Zheng continued to explain: "There is too much material to consume when performing ancient witchcraft, and the witchcraft is too domineering. Although the effect is immediate after use, it will have a period of weakness, so I didn't let you use it."

As the last stroke fell, Xuan Qi felt relieved and looked at the night sky with his fist tightly, saying, "If you are weak, I want to teach the Japanese a lesson that will never be forgotten." As he said that, he kicked his legs to the ground, his body was like the wind, and rushed towards the Shuimu Garden.

A black shadow flashed in the darkness, causing the whistling of the wind. In addition, Xuan Qi's body was painted with a lot of words like a ghostly talisman, and he looked over suddenly and looked like a ghost.

There are always a small group of people in this world who stand outside with their shoulders in their arms when others are scared and trembling, and they stand outside in the black-colored night sky with their eyes wide open, looking at Beile Mansion and waiting to see how Mr. Xuan drives away ghosts.

When the black shadow appeared, the brave people outside were scared to death and ran away in a panic. The timid person returned home and had a fever for three days. From then on, he never dared to watch the fun again
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