As soon as the yin wind moved, Ji Hao's golden crow flame robe emitted a layer of faint red light.
The Golden Crow Divine Flame is pure and masculine, specializing in breaking evil barriers, and before the yin wind got close to Ji Hao, it was evaporated by the fierce pure yang fire.
Feng Xing fled far away as always, hiding in the mountains and forests a few miles away, looking around, holding a longbow in his hand, and a row of arrows were neatly inserted in the soil around him.
Yu Mu patted his hands lightly, and a large area of water vapor rose into the air, turning into a green mist that enveloped him entirely, and the yin wind approached him, only a few ripples on the water vapor.
Before the barbarian and the young master could move, Yu Yu Daoren had already rubbed his hands, and a few points of purple fire erupted, sneering on the ground and burning a circle with a diameter of several zhang. grabbed a water scoop made of gourd splitting, scooped a scoop of wine in the wine vat brought back by Fengxing and drank it, Yu Yu Daoren smiled and beckoned to Ji Hao and the others: "It's a little interesting, come in and watch a good show."
Several flexible forces attacked, and in addition to the wind that was far away, Ji Hao, Manman, Shaosi, and Yumu were all sucked into the circle on the ground.
As soon as the swirling yin wind approached the circle, it was shattered by the fine purple electric light.
The yin wind trembled, and slowly surrounded the altar of the nail-headed Seven Arrows Book.
Taiji stood in front of the altar, his eyes turning an eerie black, and a faint ghostly light swirling in his pupils.
Dozens of yin winds were like spiritual snakes, gently wriggling, slowly approaching Taiji's side.
There are strange squeaks and creaks in the reeds of Sand Island, as if there are countless ghosts walking through the reeds.
Gray, like a thin spider's web, the gray mist with a rotten, rotten aura, slowly burrowed out of the ground, and quickly spread over the entire sand island with the drift of the yin wind.
Dozens of yin winds swirled around Taisi, but Taiji had just fused with the hidden mirror, and his aura was perfectly hidden, allowing these yin winds to circulate around him for a long time, brushing his robe countless times, but he was never able to grasp Taiji's body. on the altar.
The straw man wrapped in the book of the nail-headed Seven Arrows shook slightly, and two points of green light suddenly lit up in the straw man's eye sockets.
Someone spent a lot of strength to peek into this side through the subtle connection between Ku Xiu and the straw man.
The green light glanced around, and the black curtain of the nail-headed Seven Arrows Book on the straw man's body suddenly appeared.
As soon as the black curtain flickered, a terrible howl was heard, and two points of green fire burst violently, turning into countless green fireflies and scattering.
In the dormitory of Ku Xiu, a sorcerer who was dancing around the altar with his forehand roared.
Two fist-sized eyes suddenly exploded, and viscous blood sprayed all over the ground, and then he spat blood in a big gulp, and his body floated uncontrollably in the air.
It was as if an invisible giant had grabbed the spell master, and even though the dozens of bone fragments, jade pieces, and other messy talismans hanging from his body continued to burst into dazzling flashes, it still could not save the spell master's life.
His body twisted strangely, like a small insect gently crushed by a giant, and the bones all over his body kept making terrible cracking sounds.
In just a few breaths, the spellmaster fell to the ground in pieces.
With a snap, the spellmaster's twisted body slammed to the ground.
It turned into countless ashes and scattered.
His flesh and blood essence was strangely devoured, and his body was like a desert corpse that had been dead for thousands of years, and there was no water at all.
The two sorcerers of the Clan's clan quickly walked out of the crowd, took out their strangely shaped magic weapons and examined the corpse for a while, and the five eyes of a Clan's spell master flashed a shocked glow at the same time: "The soul has been devoured."
Not a single remnant remained.
What a cruel witch spell.
Could it be that those old ghosts from the Candle Dragon Department of the Witch Hall have made a move?"
In a small mountain depression, next to a waterhole, the candle dragon sundial with a toad lying on its face shook its body gently.
He was knocked unconscious by Yu Yudaoren's punch, but he was not awake yet, but he had already carried a black pot solidly.
Several Terran spellcasters dancing around the altar let out a low roar, a hint of hideousness and horror on their faces.
They looked at the Emperor Brake who was standing aside, his face dark. hurriedly took out all kinds of bone spurs and bone knives, and stabbed into his body through gritted teeth.
Emperor Cha muttered in a low voice, "If they can't catch each other's spell masters, they will chop them up and feed them." ” The bodies of several sorcerers trembled violently.
They are Terrans.
But they are terrans who have taken refuge in foreign races, and their status is not even as good as that of slaves of foreign races.
Those alien spirit slaves who were born in strange shapes, they are still more or less slaves.
And these conjurers, they are the public property of the alien race The alien nobles never treated them as living creatures, but only as the property of their own family.
It's the same existence as the jade coins in their pockets.
Therefore, the emperor said that he would chop them up and feed them to the livestock, which was probably equivalent to the same treatment as a woman in the Golden Crow Department who killed a chicken and gave her baby two chicken legs.
"Wait, let's do the power of death."
A spell master hissed and roared with a bit of poignancy.
Covered in hideous bone spurs and bone knives, they forced out the blood and potential of their bodies, and threw them into the altar with the power of terrible witchcraft.
The heads of the fierce beasts sacrificed around them turned into dust and were sucked into the altar, and the thick layer of fierce beast blood on the ground was also absorbed by the altar, and the entire altar suddenly turned a bloody color.
On the sand island, the yin wind wrapped in gray mist turned into hundreds of whirling whirlwinds more than a foot high.
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On the altar where the straw man was, circles of blood-colored ripples spread, and a powerful witch spell power penetrated the void and directly locked the location of the straw man.
The altar trembled slightly, and the straw man actually stood up directly, constantly jumping lightly, wanting to jump into this blood-colored ripple.
"It's so easy to take away the medium of my spell."
Taiji smiled faintly, clutching the small bow of the nail-headed Seven Arrows Book, suddenly pulled out a few hairs, bit the tip of his tongue and squirted a mouthful of blood into his hair.
"Your magic power is stronger than mine, and your cultivation is higher than mine, but I have the Nailhead Seven Arrows Book," Tai Siwei laughed, and the few long hairs between his fingers were nourished by essence and blood, and suddenly stretched straight like arrows.
He placed a few hair-shaped arrows on the bowstring, and a mouthful of blood sprayed onto the small bow, and with a shake of his hand he shot towards the blood-colored ripple.
This time, it didn't take much archery skills, and the blood-colored ripples directly swallowed the arrows turned into a few hairs.
The snorting sound was incessant, and several spell masters in the Kuxiu dormitory exploded in their chests at the same time, bursting out transparent holes the size of human heads. sjgsf0916: