Chapter 47 Spiritual Magic

The arrow is on the string and must be fired.

After Chu Tianxiu carefully observed the layout of the room, he carefully opened the door of the house and walked in.

In order to prevent accidents, he walked very lightly and carefully, fearing that if he was careless, he would capsize in the gutter.

After he walked into the house, he found that the interior of the house was divided into two rooms, the inner and outer rooms.

The shaman priest should have lived in the room with a stronger smell of medicine and blood. This outhouse should be just the hall.

The floor inside this room was covered with animal furs, which were soft to the touch. There were a lot of gold decorations wherever you reached the entrance.

In particular, a resting chair actually fell from top to bottom. The entire chair was made of gold and seemed to weigh at least one to two hundred kilograms.

Although it can be estimated that the value of the things he seized this time may be several times or dozens of times more than expected.

But he still did not stop here. Instead, he carefully touched the door of the inner hall and carefully peeked into the situation there.

The environment in this inner hall is completely different from the outside. If there is a kind of luxury belonging to the indigenous people in the outer hall, then everything in the inner hall is terrifying.

At this time, he was lying on a bed made of gold and covered with palm leaves, eyes tightly closed.

Among the martial arts in the Central Plains, it seems that the Demon Sect's Xie Ji Sect's Dao Heart Seed Demon Technique, the Buddhist Esoteric Sect's Heaven Transformation and Earth Demon Technique, and even the Demon Sect's Yin Kui Sect's Heavenly Demon Technique can achieve similar effects.

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But it was just such a simple action that took barely a tenth of a second, but it suddenly became extremely difficult.

Die, die, die!

Obviously this was just a dying old man who was breathing in but not breathing out, but it brought a fatal sense of crisis to Chu Tianxiu. At this moment, his brain gave a crazy warning and asked him to quickly evacuate this place. The principle of that old man

, the muscles of his feet were tense, just like a soldier undergoing review. As long as he waited for the "escape" signal from his main consciousness, he would be led to escape quickly.

Although in consciousness Chu Tianxiu wanted to turn around and run because he felt the danger, in terms of actions, he had almost no hesitation.

But I know, I know, but the problem is that he has never practiced spirituality specifically, let alone had direct contact with the techniques directly related to spirituality, and in terms of realm, he has not reached the level of a master, where the spirit, energy and spirit are unified and invincible.

level.

At this moment, Chu Tianxiu felt like a whale hunted in the sea, feeling a terrible sense of crisis.

Such a character, not to mention the current Chu Tianxiu, even an ordinary adult man can kick him to death.

He looked very old, his face was full of aging, his skin was dark and dry, and his whole body was wrinkled, almost skin and bones.

However, the content of those paintings is a little strange. They are actually very complicated comic strips. The first dozen or so cartoons are about a male aborigine who was born in a hut. When he was 3 or 4 years old, he was toddling like other children of the same age

When I was 7 or 8 years old, I became a disciple of an old shaman priest and learned certain "skills" from him.

After Chu Tianxiu glanced around the inner hall, he quickly discovered the witch ritual.

Later, the murals became bloody, with images of the indigenous people cutting off the heads of different people with knives, and killing powerful animals such as tigers, leopards, and black bears, which seemed to be describing someone's life.

Chu Tianxiu knew this old man's method, it should be some kind of spiritual magic.

This made him feel quite helpless for a moment. No matter how much he struggled, he was like an insect falling into a spider web, completely unable to move. He could only summon up his energy in front of Chu Tianxiu.

, condensing the killing intent, trying to break free from the restraints in the simplest and crudest way.

However, the priest of this indigenous tribe looked a little miserable. He seemed to have only one breath left, but his appearance was quite special, quite similar to the image of the evil witch priest in anime and movies.

Unfortunately, almost at the same moment when the old man opened his eyes, he swung the knife and slashed hard at his neck.

"What kind of monster? Die directly for me!"

At this time, the scary old man suddenly spoke, his voice was a little vague and hoarse, the content was also unclear, and the language was unheard of by Chu Tianxiu.

If it weren't for the slight movement of the chest of his withered body, Chu Tianxiu would have thought that he was already a dead person.

It wasn't that Chu Tianxiu's blade encountered some kind of obstacle, but that his body suddenly became stiff, as if his body suddenly betrayed his consciousness and was unwilling to continue moving, as if he was an enemy of this terrifying old man.

As a swordsman, I only have a sword in my hand. No matter what kind of monster he is, I will kill him with one blow.

Contrary to his own speculations based on his battle of wits and courage, the situation at this shaman festival was very bad, and could even be said to be extremely bad.

But no matter what he said, the killing intent in his voice made Chu Tianxiu feel it deeply.

In the inner hall, there are many tables placed. On them are either bloody human heads, dirty animal and plant limbs, or a mess of herbs, which are full of weird smells and atmosphere.

His physical condition also seems to be very bad. He can only walk slowly with the help of a crutch with a white skull on the hand.

Those very terrifying eyes were filled with white kernels without any trace of black, and revealed a strange and sinister smell, as if he was not a person, but something full of terrifying smell like a ghost.

No, to be precise, the sense of crisis is stronger. If whales are already the most powerful creatures standing at the apex of the animal world, then this dying priest is the evil ghost in myths and legends.

On the four walls and ceiling of this room, there are many wood grain-like murals painted for decoration.

But at this moment, something strange happened, and the old man who was already dying suddenly opened his eyes.

Such an enemy, even if he is a great master like Ning Daoqi, Fu Cailin, or Bi Xuan, cannot have any power, so Chu Tianxiu put down his heart a little bit, walked straight to the old man's bed, and raised his hand

He picked up the Narcissus Knife in his hand.

"Move, move!"

"Damn it, no matter what the price is when I go back this time, I have to find a way to learn a skill that specializes in spiritual level. Otherwise, this feeling of being at the mercy of others will be too uncomfortable."

"Ποίεσαι;"

After Chu Tianxiu tried hard and failed to break through the mental shackles of the terrifying old man, he unexpectedly discovered that he had become a lamb to be slaughtered, but the terrifying native old man only restrained himself and

There are no next steps.

"Could it be that he is too old? He has no strength?"

Just when Chu Tianxiu suddenly had the idea in his mind that this old indigenous priest might be because he was too old and was just using his last bit of energy to restrain himself without any other means, he suddenly felt

His vision went dark, and he felt his body suddenly lighten.

He could feel his body falling continuously, as if he had stepped on the air and fallen into a dark sinkhole.
Chapter completed!