Chapter 641: The Blood Witch God Arrives

However, Ning Chen's power is stronger after all!

The silver flames of the spell-breaking silver eyes gradually covered the entire blood giant.

The blood Mu Yuanqi absorbed could not cover the silver flame.

"Ahhhhh!"

As Mu Yuanqi screamed, the blood giant became smaller and smaller.

Gradually he returned to his normal figure.

"Damn it...Damn it! Ahhhhh!"

Seeing that the power he borrowed from the Blood Witch God collapsed, Mu Yuanqi could not accept this blow.

How could the secret method passed down from ancient times by the southwestern witch sect be inferior to a brat who was just starting out?

Mu Yuanqi lowered his head. The anger, unwillingness and resentment in his heart were slowly evolving into a poisonous snake, gradually devouring his sanity.

On the other side, Ning Chen also closed his eyes and rubbed his eyes.

Using the Magic Breaking Silver Eyes multiple times a day is already overloading.

If I use it again, I'm afraid my eyes will become useless.

Ning Chen calmed down, opened his eyes again, and said calmly: "What other tricks do you have? Just use it!"

"Humph! Hahaha..."

Suddenly, Mu Yuanqi, who had his head buried, burst into laughter as if having a convulsion, and his limbs began to twist and move.

Originally, the depths of the Wumen Hall were dark and strange, and the ghost servants, zombies, and blood giants just now had pushed the fear of Jasmine, Yaowangzhuang, and others to the extreme.

If Ning Chen hadn't taken action and defeated these ghosts one after another, everyone would have been scared to the point of being overwhelmed.

But Mu Yuanqi's sudden wild laughter made everyone who had finally relaxed their nerves raise their hearts to their throats again.

Jasmine murmured: "Master...he...what happened to him?"

Ning Chen stared straight at Mu Yuanqi. Although he didn't care about the methods of these warriors, the Southwest Witch Sect's tricks were weird, and he was afraid that he would not be able to protect Ye Xiyan and Jasmine for a while.

"Okay, you have the talent!"

"Today I will settle the accounts of my witch sect and my son's vengeance together!"

Mu Yuanqi looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, pushing his power to its peak. The staff in his hand emitted a strange green light, instantly freezing everyone present in place.

"How can it be!"

Wu Santong and Fang Dongbai were shocked. It was the first time they felt such a large-scale immobilization.

It is difficult for the magicians they know to activate such a powerful and wide-range immobilization technique.

And it can also immobilize a strong person of their level!

Mu Yuanqi is on the verge of sinking his boat!

Ning Chen used all his spiritual energy to break free easily, but pretended to be frozen in the distance, waiting for Mu Yuanqi's performance.

"Hmph!"

Mu Yuanqi sneered and coughed out a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.

Now he is at the end of his strength, but the other disciples of the Wumen have been sucked dry by him.

The Great Protector and other close masters also died in Ning Chen's hands. Now that he has nothing, he might as well fight Ning Chen to the death!

Mu Yuanqi waved his staff again, and a giant stone giant condensed out of the soil.

He punched directly at the injured Yaowangzhuang people who fell to the ground and Ye Xiyan who fainted.

"Hmph! With this kind of strength, do you dare to challenge my master?"

Suddenly, an agile female figure jumped out, hugged Ye Xiyan, and swung her sword to deflect the giant's fist.

Everyone took a closer look and saw that it was Jasmine!

Jasmine also broke free from Mu Yuanqi's immobilization technique.

When Ning Chen saw this, he couldn't help but smile: "You can't even defeat my apprentice, and you still want to fight me? You don't have the weight!"

Before he finished speaking, the spiritual power in Ning Chen's hand instantly turned into a blade and flew out, blowing the stone giant that Mu Yuanqi had condensed into pieces with just one blow.

"Wha...what?"

Mu Yuanqi coughed up a mouthful of blood. The energy in his body was almost exhausted.

"That's it?"

Ning Chen didn't take it seriously and slowly walked towards Mu Yuanqi.

Ning Chen's footsteps sounded exactly like the footsteps of the God of Death to Mu Yuanqi's ears.

In the empty Wumen Hall, the sound of Mu Yuanqi's breathing becoming more rapid due to fear and the sound of Ning Chen's footsteps echoed.

Seeing that his death was approaching, Mu Yuanqi suddenly sneered and took out a short knife from his arms.

Ning Chen took a closer look and saw that the complicated patterns on the knife were very ominous.

"This knife is passed down from the ancestors of my witch sect. As long as we sacrifice the flesh and blood of each generation of witch sect heirs, the Blood Witch God can grant us one wish."

"You forced me! Ning Chen!"

"Blood Witch God, come!"
Chapter completed!