As soon as the Yin Feng moved, a light red light was emitted from Ji Hao's golden crow flame robe. The Golden Crow Divine Flame was pure and masculine and strong, specializing in breaking evil barriers. Before the Yin Feng approached Ji Hao, he was evaporated by the fierce pure yang firepower.

Feng Xing fled far away as usual, hiding in the mountains and forests several miles away, looking around, holding a longbow in his hand, and a row of arrows were neatly inserted into the soil around him. Yu Mu patted his hands lightly, and a large area of ​​water vapor rose into the air, turning into green mist to wrap him up. The cold wind approached him, but it only caused a few ripples on the water vapor.

Before Manman and Shaosi could do it, Taoist Yu Yu had already rubbed his hands with his hands, and a few purple flames spewed out, and a circle of several meters in diameter was burned on the ground with a sound.

He grabbed a scoop made of water made of a gourd, scooped a scoop of wine from the wine jar brought back by Fengxing and drank it. Taoist Yu Yu smiled and waved to Ji Hao and others: "It's interesting, just come in and watch the show!"

Several flexible forces came, except for Feng Xing who had avoided far away, Ji Hao, Manman, Shaosi, and Yu Mu were all sucked into the circle on the ground. As soon as the wind was approaching the circle, they were shattered by the fine purple light.

The cold wind trembled and slowly surrounded the altar of the Nailhead Seven Arrow Book.

Taisi stood in front of the altar, his eyes turned strange black, and there was a faint light in his pupils. Dozens of Yin winds were squirming gently like spiritual snakes, slowly approaching Taisi.

There was a strange "hehe" in the reed marsh on the sand island. The sound of "squeaking" came, as if countless ghosts were passing through the reed marsh. The gray, gray fog, like thin spider webs, slowly emerged from the ground, and quickly spread throughout the sand island with the fluttering wind.

Dozens of yin winds were circling around Taisi, but Taisi had just merged with the contact mirror. His aura was perfectly hidden, and he let these yin winds circling him for a long time, brushing his robe countless times, but he could not grasp Taisi's body.

On the altar, the straw man wrapped in the book of the Seven Arrows of the Nailed Heads was slightly shaken, and two green lights suddenly lit up in the eyes of the grass man. Someone spent a lot of effort to peek at this side through the subtle connection between Ju Xiu and the grass man in a mysterious way.

The green light glanced around, and the black curtain transformed from the book of Seven Arrows on the straw man's body suddenly appeared. As soon as the black curtain swayed, a shrill howl came, and two green fires burst out, turning into countless green fireflies floating away.

In the bedroom of Ju Xiu, a curse master who was dancing forehand around the altar and danced wildly, and two fists-sized eyes suddenly exploded, and sticky blood sprayed all over the ground. Then he vomited blood in big mouthfuls, and his body floated uncontrollably in the air.

It seemed that an invisible giant grabbed the spell master, letting dozens of bone pieces hanging on his body, jade pieces and other messy amulets burst into dazzling flashes, and it still could not save the spell master's life. His body was strangely twisted, as if a little bug was gently crushed by the giant, and his bones kept making terrifying sounds.

In just a few breaths, the mantra became fragmented and fell to the ground.

With a "bang", the curse master's twisted body smashed to the ground, and it turned into countless ashes floating away. His flesh and blood were swallowed up strangely, and his body seemed to be dead in the desert mummy that had been dead for thousands of years. There was no moisture at all.

The two cursive masters of the cultivation clan quickly walked out of the crowd, took out a magic weapon with strange shapes to check the mummy for a while, and a shocked light flashed through the five eyes of a cursive master of the cultivation clan at the same time: "The soul was swallowed up. No trace of residual soul was left behind. What a cruel witch curse. Could it be that the old ghosts from the Witch Palace...the Zhulong tribe took action?"

In a small hill, beside a pool, Zhu Longgui, who was lying on his face, gently shook his body. He was knocked unconscious by Taoist Yu Yu, but he had not yet woken up, but he had already taken the blame firmly.

Several human curse masters dancing around the altar roared lowly. A hint of hideousness and panic appeared on their faces. They looked at the Di Sha who was standing aside and dark in his face, and hurriedly took out all kinds of bone spurs and bone knives, and gritted their teeth and stabbed them into their bodies.

Disha murmured in a low voice: "If these trash, if they can't catch each other's curse master, they will chop them up and feed them to the animals."

The bodies of several curse masters trembled violently.

They are human race, but they have defected to the human race of the alien race. Their identity is even worse than the slaves of the alien race. Those alien spy slaves who are born with strange shapes are somewhat of the slaves. And these spell masters are the public property of the alien race!

The alien nobles never regarded them as living things, but only regarded them as their family's property, which was the same as the jade coins jingling in their pockets. So Disha said that he wanted to chop them up and feed them to the animals, which was probably equivalent to a woman in the Jinwu tribe who killed a chicken and gave her baby two chicken legs to the same treatment.

"We should act as a dead force." A curse master shouted loudly with a little shrill voice.

They were covered with ferocious bone spurs and bone knives. They forced out their essence and blood and potential, turning them into terrible witchcraft power and put them into the altar. The heads of ferocious beasts sacrificed around them turned into dust and were sucked in by the altar. A thick layer of ferocious beast blood on the ground was also absorbed by the altar, and the entire altar suddenly turned into blood.

On the sand island, the gloomy wind was wrapped in gray mist and turned into hundreds of whirlwinds more than ten feet high, swirling back and forth.

On the altar where the grass man was located, circles of blood-colored ripples spread out, and powerful witch spell power directly locked the position of the grass man through the void. The altar was trembling gently, and the grass man actually stood up and kept jumping gently, wanting to jump into the blood-colored ripples.

"I want to take away the medium of my spell? How can it be so easy?" Taisi smiled faintly, holding the small bow of the Nailhead Seven Arrow Book, suddenly pulled out a few hairs, bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed blood on his hair.

"Your wizard power is stronger than me, and your cultivation is higher than mine, but... I have the book of Seven Arrows!" Taisi smiled strangely, and the few long hairs between his fingers were nourished by the essence and blood, and suddenly became straight like arrows.

He put a few arrows of hair on the bowstring, sprayed blood on the small bow, and shook his hand and shot towards the blood-colored ripples.

This time, there was no need for any good archery skills, and the blood-colored ripples swallowed several arrows that were transformed from their hair.
Chapter completed!