Cultivation Technique of the Great Witch

Sure enough, the development of things was just as Zou Heng thought. It couldn't be so smooth. The silence lasted only for a moment. Then there was a sense of vibration from the ground, and at the same time a scream came from his ears.

This time it may not be called a neigh, but should be called a roar.

With the sound of the sound, Zou Heng felt that the mana consumption in his body had once again increased, because only in this way could the vibration of the earth be suppressed, and another piece of earth and rock would not turn up in the range wrapped by the rune flag.

In the distance, three warlocks at the Profound Profound Realm were standing behind the table, looking forward, their brows frowned at the same time.

The Profound Magician with short hair made one hand and pointed his sword lightly on the table, and then said to the basin placed on the table.

"No, the mind of the new born spirit is completely blank. Although the time for the evil spirit to enter the body is not long, the impact on the new born spirit is not small. Although some of its evil spirits have been removed just now, it is still not enough. There is no need to try again. Kill it!"

His voice was directly transmitted to the ears of two other magicians of the Profound-Tongxuan realm through the water basin placed on the table. After two breaths, a response sound came from the water basin without excessive words. Some are just two very flat "Um"!

If it’s not necessary, everyone actually doesn’t want to kill a new spirit, but now after trying it, it’s difficult to get rid of the evil spirit in the spirit. Even if you continue to use other magic methods with similar effects, the result is estimated to be To no avail.

In this case, in order to avoid dragging it too long and causing other changes, taking advantage of part of the evil spirit has been eliminated, the spirit will not become evil for the time being, and it will be directly beheaded. This is probably the best choice. .

"Since the two have agreed, then as I said before, the spells are controlled by me. Let the two mages and others cooperate together!"

The middle-aged magician with short hair said another word to the water basin, then reached out and picked up a wooden sword on the table, put his index finger in his mouth, and bit his fingertips with force. , Start the blood from the hilt of the wooden sword in your hand, and quickly smear it toward the tip of the sword.

As he smeared blood on the sword, the wooden sword in his hand was instantly covered with a layer of bright yellow light, and it was wrapped in a very sharp breath.

Holding the wooden sword in his hand, the middle-aged short-haired sorcerer swung it a few times on the spot, and the steps under his feet were constantly stepping on and changing according to a certain position, and he was also chanting at the same time.

"Use blood to open the sword's edge, gather the sharp golden energy, all the dharmas will condense the edge, the sword will sweep away the wastes, and the sword will be condensed!"

With the end of his action, the spell in his mouth has just finished chanting, and the wooden sword he holds in his hand seems to be completely opened, constantly gathering a sharp breath, just holding it in his hand. , It makes people frightened.

The middle-aged warlock put the wooden sword flat on the table, and stretched out his hand to take out something that looked like some kind of animal fangs from his waist bag, clamped it up and down with his palms, and placed it flat in front of his eyes and mouth. Chanted again.

"The black wolf walks at night, walks on the moon without shadow, exorcises evil and eliminates the strange, the thousand mountains travel instantly, the wolf's teeth are the faith, my law is the guide, please spirit!"

The voice fell again. Behind the short-haired middle-aged warlock, there seemed to be something more in an instant. It was very inconspicuous in this dark night, but if you look closely, you can still vaguely see that it seems to be the phantom of a black wolf. , But the appearance is different from ordinary wolves, and the appearance is quite strange.

At the moment when the short-haired middle-aged sorcerer was casting a spell, in the area surrounded by the rune flags in front, the evil spirit entered the body, and at this time the ravages of the spirit had become even greater.

Zou Heng, whose cultivation level is only in the realm of practice, feels that he has become bigger and bigger now, and the mana in his body is consumed faster. Zou Heng feels that at this speed, he can hold at most 100%. If you take a breath, your mana supply will go wrong.

"I hope that the three seniors in the Profound Profound Realm can be faster!" Zou Heng thought with great pressure in his heart.

At the same time, Zou Heng had already inadvertently reached out and touched the bag on his waist. There was also a spiritual object in it, which was regarded as his life-saving trump card. In addition, he also bought the bag before. Dry food, if you really don't have enough mana, you should be able to barely support yourself for a while by using the method of absorbing the essence of food.

While thinking about it like this, suddenly, a layer of crimson light appeared in the range covered by the rune flag, which was the light that bloomed from the eyes of the snake spirit.

When he was just born, he killed several warlocks in the alchemist realm with the light that bloomed from his eyes. Zou Heng could be regarded as witnessing the power of this crimson light, of course, his heart was immediately tightened.

Fortunately, the rays of light bloom from the eyes of the snake spirit, so the scope of coverage is limited, and the direction can only be in one direction. Fortunately, the direction of the snake spirit’s attack is not towards Zou Heng’s direction. of.

But even so, Zou Heng instinctively felt a danger in his heart. Some worried that the snake spirit suddenly turned his head and looked in his current direction. Then he guessed it would be enough for him to block it.

At this moment, Zou Heng suddenly heard a voice in his ear, the voice of the three magicians of the Profound Profound Realm.

"Masters, help me, borrow a blood sword to kill this spirit, please smear this sword with blood!"

With the sound of this sound, Zou Heng discovered that in front of him, there was a floating short sword out of thin air. The sword body was only slightly longer than a normal dagger, and there was a faint golden light on it.

Zou Heng stretched out his hand to grab it, and grasped it smoothly. However, at the moment when he touched the dagger, Zou Heng found that the touch of the dagger was a bit illusory, and the dagger was held in his hand. There is no weight.

After a quick thought in his mind, Zou Heng decided to do what several warlocks in the Profound Realm had said.

So, he put his finger in his mouth and bit hard, trying to bite his fingertips through, and then smeared the blade with blood.

However, Zou Heng wanted to bite his fingertips forcefully, but found that it was a little difficult for him, because his physical fitness has become stronger and stronger, his skin has become tougher, and he wants to use his fingertips. It's not impossible to bite, but this behavior is much more difficult than ordinary people, and the process is also a lot more painful, and he can do it with great effort.

In the end, Zou Heng used the dagger in his hand to cut through his fingers before smearing his own blood on the dagger.

When the blood was applied, Zou Heng discovered that after his blood was applied to the sword, the blade that originally exuded a faint golden light became brighter, and in the golden light, there was still a faint light of blood. Condensed a layer of evil spirits.

Immediately afterwards, the short sword he had smeared blood disappeared, and this scene made Zou Heng amazed again in his heart.

"You deserve to be a warlock in the Profound Profound Realm, and the spells he mastered are indeed even more mysterious and magical!"

There is not much mana left in Zou Heng's body, and because of the red light blooming in his spiritual eyes, the mana consumption is even greater. In order to support to the end, not to drop the chain in the middle, after the short sword disappeared, he took out the food prepared in his bag, absorbed the essence in it, and helped him recover a little mana, and then waited for the three-way link. The magical spells of the sorcerers in the profound realm were activated.

On the other side, the short-haired middle-aged warlock sensed that the other warlocks had already smeared blood on the dagger, so he recalled all the daggers, ready to activate the magic spell to kill the evil spirits. .

He spreads out his hands, his thumbs and middle fingers are tightly clasped, a dagger with a golden handle is suspended above his head, and the wooden sword that was originally flat on the table seems to be traction at this time. , Instantly floated from the desktop, and flew above his head.

Immediately afterwards, that golden dagger began to blend into the wooden sword continuously. Each dagger blended in would let the light on the wooden sword and the sharp aura that it radiated. Take it to the next level.

When the last dagger was about to merge in, the middle-aged short-haired warlock suddenly frowned, because he found that the last dagger seemed to be a little different, and the golden light from it seemed to have blood. The suffocating suffocation is revealed, this is not what should appear during normal spellcasting.

But at this time he didn't have time to think about it, because the last dagger was integrated into the wooden sword, and after the dagger was integrated, there didn't seem to be any problems with his spells, so he I didn't think much about it, and directly activated the spell.

"Attach the spirit, take out the sword, gather the magic to destroy evil swordsmanship, go!"

The short-haired middle-aged warlock raised his hands, and the black wolf shadow behind him seemed to let out a silent roar, and then separated from his back, opened his mouth to bite the wooden sword that now emits bright golden light, and volleyed towards the evil spirit. The spirit entering the body rushed away, and this scene appeared extremely clear in the night sky.

All the warlocks who participated in this operation raised their heads at this moment, looking at an illusory black wolf, with a sword in his mouth, running in the void like lightning.

In less than a breath, the illusory black wolf had already approached the evil spirit, holding the sword in its mouth, and piercing the evil spirit's head.

And the spirit whose evil spirit entered the body seemed to feel the danger at this moment. The huge head made of soil and rock was twisting crazily, as if trying to escape the attack. The soil and rock underneath, even though the vast majority of it was suppressed. Strength, but at this time there is still soil and rock under its control, continuously spreading upward, covering the snake spirit, and adding another layer of defense to it.

But this method seems to be useless at this moment. After the black wolf approached, the golden sword he held in his mouth easily pierced into the snake's head, and at the moment of the stabbing, it was originally a normal size. His wooden sword instantly spread out a huge shadow of the sword, as if it were a hundred-meter giant sword, fiercely nailing the huge head of the snake spirit to the ground.