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Without any hesitation, Xuanhao's slender hands formed a formula, and a complex black text appeared in the air, which looked like a dragon and some kind of supernatural beast. This should be the secret of the ancient dragon people. It seems to have a trace of mystery. The writing became more and more profound in the air, and the dark red light, like red dust, loomed in the air and finally dissipated in the air.

The bell still fainted and did not wake up. He was held by Xuan Hao beside a stone. The whole person was leaning against the stone. His hands, which had no place to be placed, were placed on his thin waist. His long and straight legs were stabbed on the grass like a quiet doll.

His handsome face was no longer cold and pressing momentum. His long and narrow Danfeng eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes were placed on his lower eyelids, and his eye tail was slightly picked up. Somehow, he showed a cool and ascetic beauty. The color of his lips was a little pale, but compared with the paler one, his lips could be called crimson, and he looked vaguely attractive.

His head naturally turned to the right, and his broken hair fell down on his forehead, and his hair was disorderly put on his eyebrows and eyes. He seemed to know nothing about Xuanhao's movements.

Xuanhao's formula in the air is more and more profound, and the font is gradually becoming larger. When the font was as big as a bell's face, Xuanhao stopped accumulating strength and raised his hand to punch the text into the bell's body.

The bell's body trembled as soon as the words were typed in. His face became very pale to the naked eye, and his lips quickly faded red. His eyebrows wrinkled in an instant, and his whole face was covered with black breath.

Xuanhao's eyes closed, a pair of blood red eyes in a little hesitation is also covered. He is not very confident now. Zhong Ming's situation is not something that can be discussed with outsiders. He can only think about it by himself. The secret seal of the dragon clan just now is a secret handed down by the ancient dragon people. He has never tried it, nor can he know its power. However, this is the best way he can think of in combination with Bell's current situation.

The seal went through the body and on the heart of the bell. The heart of Zhongming is also haunted by a faint red substance. Xuanhao can clearly see the current internal condition of Zhongming through divine sense detection.

The secret seal he has just made is the one that he has racked his brains to find the most suitable for ringing bells. It can absorb and devour the evil Qi, which is a forbidden skill of the ancient dragon people. He knew these forbidden techniques only because he was the young master of the dragon clan. He became the prince of the dragon clan and the successor of the king of the dragon clan. Therefore, he would absorb a lot of knowledge that his peers could not access, including forbidden martial arts. However, ban Shu can only talk about the skin, because the dragon clan forbidding skill will not be passed on to the king of the dragon clan, and the teachers who teach him only know the skin, and do not understand its real terror and mystery.

Most of the reason why he knew the entrance guard skill was that he was awakened from the body of the demon dragon when he was sleeping in the Dragon tomb. All the Dragon families sacrificed for him. Such a huge sacrifice itself is a forbidden skill of the dragon clan. When the dragon king died, some inheritance naturally transited to Xuanhao's mind, including this forbidden skill of swallowing.

However, when he awakened, he was the only one left in the dragon clan. The inheritance he got was still incomplete, so he was a little worried now. Xuanhao is not sure how powerful the entrance guard is. He could only wring the words when there was something wrong with the forbidden technique, so as to minimize the loss of the bell.

He thought so, but when he saw that the text was finally embedded in the heart of the bell, he was a little bit broken. This cut off his original retreat. He could not crush the heart of the bell together, right?

Xuanhao was a little worried, but he was still calm. He tried to resist the anxiety and fear in his heart. He focused on the inside of Xuanhao's body and the work of the black text.

Xuanhao watched as the red material in the meridian entangled with the golden power, and then mixed with black fog. The black gradually diffused to the whole body of the bell, gradually covering the whole body of the bell.

The key point is coming. Xuanhao stares at Zhong Ming's internal meridians.

At the moment, the bell has black lines all over his body, especially on his forehead. The black lines float on the surface, like the blood vessels that are about to burst. They are more and more eye-catching on the white skin and look particularly terrible.

But Xuanhao knew nothing about it. He watched the black mist of his meridians flow slowly, covering all the red, revealing a trace of joy. He sweeps his divine sense to the heart of the bell. The complex black text is tightly attached to the outside of the heart, constantly shaking with the expansion and contraction of the heart. In the upper part of the heart, a wisp of red silk thread is involved, faintly also see a few strands of golden spiritual power. These red gradually deepened, in the heart around the confluence into the heart outside the huge black text, black faintly swing out a circle of dark red.

Xuanhao was so happy that it worked!

He continued to stare at the black text, and felt that the black text melted and absorbed the evil Qi in the master's body, and then transmitted it back to Xuanhao's body with control. Xuanhao retracted his internal vision.He felt his connection with the longzu ciphertext. However, when the accident happened unexpectedly, his heart which had just been put down was raised to his throat again.

Xuanhao suddenly heard the painful hum of the bell, and then he vomited out a mouthful of blood.

Xuanhao separated a trace of mind, staring at the various meridians of the body, opened his eyes to watch the bell. What's going on?

He was a little flustered. He let a little white who had never dealt with the experience to save his master. No one had discussed it. He was a little nervous. Now that the bell was out of order, he was at a loss in an instant. However, in the end, the reason is still there, he did not be scared to cut off the ban, but controlled the suspension of the ban.

He glanced at the whole body of the bell, then closed his eyes and put all the divine consciousness into the body of the bell. The blood that Zhong Ming just vomited is bright red, but Xuanhao doesn't know exactly where the problem is.

On the one hand, he focused on the implementation of the magic, on the other hand, he searched Xuanhao's blood. Sure enough, Xuanhao had a large meridian tangled with red material and blocked.

Seeing that all the meridians of his body had been cleaned up, Xuanhao manipulated the black words to move slowly to the Lingtai, leaving a trace of black fog to melt the red material and the spiritual power, and absorb the evil Qi.

Xuanhao has a mind for two purposes, but after all he has not practiced distraction control, so after dredging the meridians, Xuanhao immediately transferred all his divine consciousness to the Lingtai bell. The original gold of the bell chime platform was suppressed by the red fire like and liquid flowing magic gas. The red material even had countless fine lines, covering the whole platform.

This situation seems to be more than twice as serious as when I started to check the bell and confront him! What did Zhong Ming do to himself? In other words, what is the way of these disobedient and mutated evil Qi?

When Xuanhao's black words moved to the top of the ball, the red material trembled with humanity, as if feeling suppression and fear. But it still did not move. Instead, the mesh was thickened by the naked eye.

Xuanhao was very angry. Did he not know what provocation was?

He exploded in an instant, and dropped the black longzu ciphertext down to the red grid.

Xuanhao thought that it was just like cleaning up the fog on Zhong Ming himself. It was a gradual process, so he hit it without thinking. However, unexpectedly, his black text was like an oven, melting the red net.

In the end, it's just a group of magic Qi. Even if it's combined with aura, it's not human. In this case, it did nothing but shrink its grid, getting smaller and smaller, until it was completely swallowed up by the black dragon script like a whirlwind. Of course, this time, even the aura was swallowed up. The Dragon had no consciousness of doing something wrong, and even tried to swallow the aura in the Lingtai.

Xuanhao was shocked. In an instant, his divine consciousness formed a thin thread and crushed the black text with his life.

After all, he went this way. Xuanhao opened his eyes and vomited out a mouthful of blood that had been swallowed back.

The reason why ban Shu is called Forbidden art is that it can't be manipulated by human beings. Just like this incomplete forbidden technique, it will devour everything in the end, leaving nothing left. This is the magic weapon of those evil dragons. It can gain spiritual power by devouring others' cultivation, divine consciousness and even flesh and blood. Xuanhao didn't want to create such a harmful magic, so he didn't accumulate much energy when he made the seal, and he made a little improvement. He just built his ability of swallowing evil Qi and then put it into Zhongming's body. Where do you know that the longzu ciphertext will make up for and optimize itself, and even want to devour all the bells.

Once the seal is printed out, there is no way to take it back, unless the whole person is swallowed up. Xuanhao was lucky, but he didn't do it according to the original forbidden technique. He should be able to control it. However, at the last moment, he found that he could not control a greedy beast who had tasted the sweetness, so he could only crush the forbidden skill.

Xuanhao vomited blood and collapsed to the ground. He used his own divine consciousness to crush the black dragon script. As soon as the divine consciousness touched the surface of the black text, the divine consciousness was swallowed up.

Xuanhao covered his sore temple and slowly drew up a wry smile. The pain of incomplete consciousness is the kind of pain that really hurts into the bone marrow, which is unbearable. Xuanhao slowly did not have the strength to maintain that bitter smile. The incomplete divine sense penetrated into the soul, which was comparable to the sharp pain of soul tearing, and kept shaking.

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