Nightmare’s Call

The light red ritual formation slowly glowed on the ground.

The ceremony is like a giant circle with three triangles nested in the middle.

At the tip of each triangle, a ring of different sizes is nested. Spiritual scripts representing different meanings flashed in the rings.

At the very center of the entire ceremony, a pointer slowly turned in circles up and down, like a clock recording time.

In the summoning room in the basement, Lin Sheng stood quietly in front of the ritual formation, and placed the various materials in his hand in the formation.

The improved ritual formation method no longer has the superfluous steps that were mysterious before, and many places are replaced with simpler and more up-to-date methods.

Just like boiling water and lighting tallow candles, these two steps. Lin Sheng innovatively replaced it with boiled hairy blood.

Carefully put a pot of Maoxuewang that was still boiling in the center of the formation.

Lin Sheng picked up another piece of evening fragrance soap, which is an excellent material for simplifying the initiation language and stabilizing the progress of the ceremony.

Gently throw the evening fragrance soap into the center of the array.

The square bar of soap, like falling into the water, immediately sank into the center of the formation and disappeared.

Lin Sheng quickly lowered his head and began to sing the activation words of the summoning slowly.

In the low voice of activation, a thin transparent barrier slowly rose around the ritual formation.

This is an isolation barrier designed by Lin Sheng to prevent the call from being interrupted and disturbed. It has sound insulation and certain defensive capabilities.

With the continuous chanting of the activation words, in the formation ceremony, the pointer turned faster and faster, more and more anxiously.

Soon, three beams of red light gushed out from around the formation, all shooting into Lin Sheng's eyes.

His eyes turned blood red in an instant, his vision suddenly darkened, and he entered the summoning soul space.

In the dark soul space, light balls of different colors emerged, slowly floating in front of Lin Sheng's eyes.

There are too many light spheres, all kinds of colors and sizes, just like the stars in the sky.

Lin Sheng's thoughts moved slightly, and he began to imagine the image of the red-haired female swordsman.

Suddenly, all the light spheres slowly disappeared and faded, leaving only a dark blue light sphere, which slowly floated closer.

This ball of light is not big, only the size of a fist, but it seems that a group of black bugs are bound in it, constantly trying to break free from the control of the ball of light.

After the ball of light approached Lin Sheng, the bugs inside became more and more violent.

As if they smelled delicious food, these bugs frantically tried to break free and rushed towards Lin Sheng.

"Sure. It's polluted." Lin Sheng knew it clearly.

Fortunately, he had already expected this situation.

If it can be polluted, it must be purified.

"Only relying on my own strength, the purification of natural power is not enough, but I am not alone to bear it."

Lin Sheng took a deep breath, and his soul consciousness quickly contacted the thunder monster clone far away in Xilun.

To be exact, it's not a clone, the thunder monster over there is also him, his consciousness and soul can travel back and forth between the two places at any time.

It's like two game interfaces on one computer screen.

He's been manipulating both sides at the same time.

It's just that the thunder monster has been guarding the temple and controlling the holy pool of the temple.

The Holy Power Pool, this is Lin Sheng's biggest reliance.

His improved ritual formation has another function, that is, it can assist him to mobilize the holy power remotely and purify the summoned monsters.

The reason why he dared to summon the red-haired female swordsman of rank envoy level was because of this.

"Then. Let's start." Lin Sheng looked at the dark blue light ball. The holy power in the body began to communicate with the thunder monster in the distant Xilun.

There will be a lot of loss in transmitting the holy power through the connection of the soul formation, but these are nothing to the holy power pool that has accumulated a lot over there.

This is Lin Sheng's first communication with the power of the distant temple.

In the original world of Black Feather City, the temple can instantly communicate with the power of all branch temples. This is also one of the terrifying trump cards for the longevity of the temple.

After all, many places were poor and simple, and there were not many people there. To build temples in those places, a lot of holy power would be consumed.

If there is no means of long-distance support, the temple has no way of controlling and affecting so many places.

‘Soul connection, connection established. '

'The channel is open. '

'The guidance of the holy power begins. '

'The coordinates are determined, and the transmission begins. '

As each link of the formation continues to pass successfully. Lin Sheng's body gradually filled with dots of pure white light.

A large number of white light spots danced away from him like fireflies.

The number of light spots is increasing and denser. In less than ten seconds, the entire summoning room was covered, almost turning the room into a sea of ​​pure white.

The super-high concentration of holy power echoed with the holy soil under Lin Sheng's feet, and the huge and domineering holy power began to expel and eliminate any other power.

With the continuous transmission of the holy power, Lin Sheng began to carefully control, shrinking his evil energy as much as possible, so as not to be completely purified by the holy power.

At this time, the concentration of the holy power in the room had reached an unbelievable level, and the massive amount of holy power began to repel and eliminate all the alien energies that existed here.

Among them, the soul light sphere of the red-haired female swordsman also began to be eroded.

In Lin Sheng's field of vision, white spots of light began to appear in the air around the dark blue ball of light.

As time goes on, more and more points of light.

The improved ritual has no time limit for summoning and choosing, and it can be maintained at this step as long as it consumes a little energy.

It's just that Lin Sheng will soon have no authority control.

More and more holy power gradually displayed its domineering nature, and they began to adhere to and wrap around the surface of the dark blue light sphere like flames, burning.

Lin Sheng could even hear the hissing sound of the light ball being burned.

The black bugs inside the sphere also began to stir.

They danced and screamed crazily as if they had met a deadly enemy, emitting invisible sound waves that made people feel irritated.

Gradually, the holy power penetrated into the dark blue ball of light, and began to come into direct contact with those black bugs.

Lin Sheng couldn't see the specific process.

He could only see that the black worms were wrapped in a large amount of holy power one by one, like worms falling into pine resin, struggling continuously and gradually moving.

After about ten minutes, the ball of light was completely pure.

All the black bugs inside were wrapped by the holy power, and then became smaller and smaller, and finally dissolved in the holy power.

Lin Sheng was not careless, and waited for a while until there were no other new changes in the light sphere. Only then did he slowly control his mind, take a step forward, and touch the ball of light.

The moment it touched the light sphere, it was like a gust of cold water mist blowing head-on.

Lin Sheng's eyes blurred, and he suddenly came to a desolate and vast white ice field.

The ice sheet is vast and boundless. The place of entry is snow white.

There are countless black giant birds hovering in the sky, they have sharp claws and long sharp beaks.

The wings of the two wings are not feathers, but brass-colored metal vanes.

All giant birds are spinning in the sky, forming a huge black vortex.

Below the vortex, at the center, stands the red-haired female swordsman.

Her face was calm, her eyes were glaring red, and she casually held the silver giant sword in her hand.

The cold air was like a tide, centered on her, and radiated violently towards the surroundings.