Chapter 3 Magic Pattern Soul Eater

Mesomea put on a jacket for Jiulong and said worriedly, "Brother Jiulong, it's late at night. Let's go to rest. We have to march tomorrow!"

"Mesomea, how do you think magic lines appear on my head inexplicably, and I feel that it is an independent soul, which seems to be calling for something?" Jiulong grabbed Mesomea's hand and said melancholy.

"Brother Jiulong, maybe..." Mesomea looked at the distorted seal text on Jiulong's forehead, thought for a moment, and said slowly, "Brother Jiulong, what do you think he is calling? Otherwise, you can follow its meaning and figure out the reason!"

"It seems to be going to the site of today's war, where there seems to be something it needs!" Jiulong said without hesitation.

"Then go, maybe you can find something!"

"Good!" Hearing this, Jiulong nodded slightly, gently kissed Mesomea's forehead and said, "I'll go now. If I don't figure out the reason for the magic pattern, I can't sleep and eat!"

"Hmm!" Mesomea nodded and saw Jiulong slowly walk out of the big account.

In the dark night sky, there was a strong bloody smell. A war between 500,000 troops and 800,000 troops began unexpectedly and calmed down in an instant. Jiulong stepped on the bloody ground, with endless emotions in his heart.

Gently stroked the hotter forehead, Jiulong stepped up his pace and headed for the destination it called for.

B-ta! B-ta!

Suddenly, a creepy voice came, which seemed to be the sound of the devil chewing flesh and blood, and gusts of wind blowing, like hell on earth.

With the sound of this sound, the magic pattern on Jiulong's forehead suddenly shines, and there is a tendency to fly away again, hum! Buzz! Buzz! It's in that direction, right! In that direction! Inexplicable feeling, Jiulong couldn't help himself. A faint voice echoed in the bottom of his heart, as if there was an urgent need to go to the night sky immediately.

Brush!

Kowloon couldn't wait any longer. He was extremely flustered, but inexplicably excited. Suddenly, he stepped on the Mustang and ran to his destination crazily.

It was getting closer and closer, and the magic pattern on Jiulong's forehead became brighter and brighter. Gradually, a green light scattered out. Jiulong felt that his spiritual sense was extremely sharp, ten times more than usual, a hundred times!

Suddenly, there was a squirming figure in the perception. It was a general in armor. He lay on the ground, sucking a dead man's head in his arms, click! It seemed that he had sucked up the juice. He threw it away at will, moved his body with difficulty, and climbed onto another head. With a click, the sound was like biting the skull, followed by a click of sucking.

"What is it!" Jiulong was stunned and stopped brushing. He was a little scared. He looked around and sniffed his nose gently. The dark night sky was full of blood, "Go or not?" This question lingered in his heart. He was afraid in his heart, but his feelings were excited, "Go!"

Finally, Jiulong decided to go. Slowly, he walked towards the creepy sound step by step. The sound of chewing became clearer and clearer. Jiulong leaned his ears and his scalp was numb, but the call from the bottom of his heart was more eager.

Gradually, Jiulong approached, and the lying general didn't seem to know Jiulong was approaching. He abandoned another head, opened another head, and continued to suck, baa... baa...

Jiulong walked gently. He glanced at the battlefield and was suddenly shocked, because the general's head was empty after sucking, and he didn't even have a little brain. At this time, Jiulong was only ten meters away from the general.

Kowloon stared at the general and saw that he was still unconscious. The fear and excitement in his heart were intertwined. Slowly, he pulled out the dragon sword and the sword on his back, and slowly approached step by step, eight meters..., seven meters..., five meters..., three meters...

Jiulong stopped, but the general was still unaware of it. Jiulong took another step forward and another step forward. At this time, the general was already lying at the feet of Jiulong. Jiulong's body trembled slightly, and people always had an inexplicable fear of the unknown.

Slowly, a strong true qi was injected into the dragon sword, and the gentle sound of the knife sounded, and the sharp light flashed, swallowing the bloodthirsty light. The phoenix sword gently reached the general who gnawed on the head...

Huo Ranjian, Jiulong tried his best and suddenly picked it out! The general's body was directly turned over by Jiulong. There was a shocking wound on the man's chest. The blood had already flowed, his eyes were tightly closed, and the corners of his mouth were full of blood, mixed with white brains. Under the rendering of the night sky, it was as horrible as a fierce ghost.

"This is a corpse!" Jiulong affirmed, but his head was about to burst. He really wanted to climb on the body and learn to eat his brain like the body just now.

click!

Jiulong suppressed the desire in his heart and suddenly waved his sword. The huge dragon sword clicked and directly split the body on both sides, but it was still indifferent. Is it the body?! Is all this an illusion, or is it really a ghost? Jiulong unconsciously licked his lips, swallowed his saliva, and looked at the man's head, as if it were a big meal. He leaned forward and leaned his neck, but then he withdrew.

Slowly, Jiulong turned around and put away the dragon sword and the phoenix sword.

Wo-

Suddenly, the body's eyes opened, and only a ghost cry like the tragic death of a night cat was heard. Jiulong turned around, and the body's head suddenly twisted, and two sharp teeth suddenly ejected out, grinning and brushing! The accident happened again, and the fierce green flames suddenly appeared in those eyes, beating violently.

Ah——

The body unexpectedly rushed directly to the front door of Kowloon with lightning speed.

Kowloon was shocked, with a roar, and the golden light burst out. He kicked the ghost. This is that the magic pattern on Kowloon's head suddenly jumped. He couldn't help shouting at the ghost, "How dare you hurt my suzerain!"

Plop!

There was a green flame in his eyes, and the ghost with blue fangs suddenly knelt down, and a strong spiritual fluctuation came, "Bable participated in the Five Patriarchs!"

Kowloon suddenly reacted. He gently touched his forehead. Why should I say 'you dare to hurt my suzerain'? Then he looked at the ghost crawling under his feet and thought at a high speed. He must kill him! After such an idea, he couldn't help shouting, "Babel, die!"

"Five Patriarchs spare their lives!" Babul hurriedly kowtowed his head, but before he touched the ground, the magic pattern on Jiulong's forehead suddenly brushed it and directly covered Babble, buzzing! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! As soon as the green light enveloped Babul, he saw Babul's whole body tremble, and two green light brushed and shot on the magic pattern on Jiulong's forehead.

buzz——

The magic green light flashed and restrained the green light. Suddenly, a strong spiritual force rushed directly to Jiulong's brain and began to violently erode Jiulong's brain. Just here, the Jiulong Tower rotated again. With a buzz, the green light was directly assimilated, and the golden spiritual power flowed down and directly rushed directly to Dantian. The golden droplets are wrapped around the golden silkworm cocoon.

The magic pattern converged, and the ghost that claimed to be Babel clattered and turned into a pile of white ashes scattered on the ground. Inside, Jiulong's spiritual power became stronger. He was more familiar with everything around him. Jiulong had an inexplicable feeling. He unconsciously touched his forehead. The magic pattern was still there, but There was no more movement, and the strong sense of bloodthirsty disappeared.

"Why on earth!" Jiulong shook his head helplessly, "How to explain the magic pattern? It can devour the souls of such ghosts. If it hadn't been for the Kowloon Tower... Maybe I would have died today!"

Returning to the barracks, Jiulong was puzzled. He shot his head again and again with his spirit, but the magic pattern was motionless. It seemed that it was an innate feature. Jiulong observed internally again and saw that the golden cocoon wrapped in golden true qi drops slowly squirmed, as if it had added another The silk spirit is ordinary, and it communicates with the golden droplets very slowly. The true qi droplets beat slowly like a heart. Swallowing a trace of strong true air.