Xiao Liu immediately agreed and asked Beixuan, Mu Fan and He Xiaopang to back away five meters away.
He skillfully cleaned up the surrounding gravel, and then buckled down two pieces of charred charcoal.
Using both hands together, began to draw some kind of magic circle on the ground.
Mu Fan opened his eyes wide, staring intently at Xiao Liu's hand, trying to figure out what kind of magic circle he was drawing.
Xiao Liu buried his head and said nothing, sketching with both hands deftly.
The two pieces of black charcoal show different patterns, the left hand outlines the backbone of the magic circle, and the right hand outlines the runes in the magic circle.
After about ten seconds, switch hands.
After exchanging hands three times in succession, a regular octagonal magic circle appeared in front of everyone.
Moreover, it happened that Liu Yanhe, who was sitting on the ground, was placed in the center of the formation.
Mu Fan gave a wry smile, Xiao Liu's technique was too fast, he couldn't see how the magic circle was formed.
Moreover, the eight corners of the magic circle are densely covered with such complicated lines, which makes people dizzy.
Liu Yanhe raised his head and glanced at the magic circle, then nodded slightly.
Xiao Liu began to pick up the firewood around him, and then covered them layer by layer on the blurred footprints of the fugitives.
Finally, a box of matches was handed to Liu Yanhe.
Liu Yanhe struck a match and lit the firewood covering the fugitive's footprints
Hurrah
The orange flames began to stir.
At the same time, he opened his thin lips and began to chant
"Great spirit master, omniscient and omnipotent god, I am your devout believer, and I am the light and shadow surging under your brilliance."
"Led by my blood, may your will favor the lost lamb"
As he spoke, Liu Yanhe's thumb slid across the edge of the silver button, and a small bloody gash was cut on the thumb.
He dripped blood from his thumb into the flames.
Hearing a "bang", the flame on the firewood suddenly rose to a height of more than two meters
The bright red color is like a priestess wearing a red robe twisting her enchanting waist, and the permeating fire makes a strange burning sound, like a devout priest whispering holy scriptures.
Seeing this, the three of Beixuan all stared wide-eyed, with surprised expressions on their faces.
They all felt a huge fluctuation of spiritual power permeating the four directions, covering the four fields.
Mu Fan secretly thought that the psychic is the awakened person who signed a blood contract with the corpse crow.
But so far, no corpse crow has appeared beside Liu Yanhe
How is he going to track the fugitives
While Mu Fan was thinking about it, the magic circle drawn by charcoal ash suddenly changed.
The cumbersome black lines seem to come alive, they twist, twist and crawl like spirit snakes
The original magic circle with a radius of five meters shrinks toward the center at a speed visible to the naked eye
In a blink of an eye, they all poured into the bright red flames.
With the sound of the flames burning, Liu Yanhe took off the cloak on his head, revealing his gray hair.
chant again
"The ashes of the charcoal will seal the memory of the earth, and it will melt all things in the fire, dedicated to the wise guide"
"Guider of wisdom, partner of clay, and surging light and shadow, I call you in the name of the psychic"
As soon as the voice fell, Liu Yanhe's gray hair twisted and turned into a black and white crow
quack
It rolled its bright black eyes and landed on Liu Yanhe's shoulder.
Liu Yanhe opened the crystal bottle, took out the inner lining fragment of the fugitive, and threw it into the bright red flame.
The lining cloth was burned to ashes in the flames, and a wisp of reddish smoke permeated the air, entering the mouth of the corpse crow.
At this moment, Liu Yanhe's pupils disappeared instantly, and the whites of his eyes covered all his pupils
His body froze in place, motionless.
At the same time, Corpse Crow's eyeballs glowed with a cloudy and deep brilliance, and that look was exactly the same as Liu Yanhe's
"flashing edge"
Corpse Crow Soars