Ji Qingsha slowly closed her eyes and stopped talking.
As Mojiu said, she did hide more than one magical weapon. Besides her own magical weapon - Luo Jia, there was also the "Tiangang Mirror". She thought she could hide it from Mojiu, but it turned out that it was just a magic weapon.
It's just wishful thinking. Mojiu knew that she was carrying a magical weapon, but he didn't care, which shows his confidence.
Mojiu stopped talking and sat down cross-legged next to the "Holy Spring". He kneaded the formula with his left hand and held a black magic weapon in his right hand. He closed his eyes slightly and muttered something in his mouth before starting to perform the technique.
The surface of the originally calm and sparkling "Holy Spring" gradually began to ripple, circles of water patterns expanded, and wisps of black mist rose from the water.
Ji Qingsha, who had closed her eyes, felt her whole body tremble, and a strange cold hit her face. She couldn't help but open her eyes again.
I saw a faint black mist floating towards the twelve white jade statues on the wall around the "Holy Spring", and was absorbed unceremoniously by the statues. The twelve white jade statues, which were originally exquisite and unusual, had precious light flowing on their surfaces.
Lifelike.
Ji Qingsha's magic power was imprisoned, and she could not raise her inner breath to resist the severe cold. However, in a moment, she felt that the strange cold had penetrated directly into the seams of her bones, and she gritted her teeth tightly.
Mojiu frowned, his expression solemn, and the incantation in his mouth was difficult to understand.
Those male and female figures standing under other stone pillars, although their faces were blue and purple from the cold, still had their eyes closed, their expressions were dull, and they remained silent.
"...Lazardry, Lazardry..."
Mojiu's spell was very difficult, and Ji Qingsha couldn't understand what he was saying, but Ji Qingsha could hear clearly the words "Lazardri" that came out of Mojiu's mouth from time to time.
Later, the more urgent the sound of the incantation became, the more frequently "Lazardri" appeared.
The black mist rising from the "Holy Spring" is getting thicker and thicker, gradually concentrating on a white jade sculpture. The sculpture looks like a young man. As more and more Yin Qi from the earth's veins is absorbed, the sculpture
The surface begins to shine with a dreamy, blurry luster.
Ji Qingsha realized that something was about to happen.
A black mist gradually rose from the top of the head of the white jade sculpture. Compared with the Yin Qi emerging from the "Holy Spring" veins, this black mist was much denser, and it condensed into a ball and did not dissipate.
During the time she was with Xiao Fan, Ji Qingsha saw many ghosts. There was no doubt that these were the ghosts raised by Mojiu.
However, in the blink of an eye, the ghosts had condensed and formed, floating above the white jade sculpture. The originally shining white jade sculpture seemed to have been drained of its essence in an instant, and suddenly became dull and rigid, without any spirituality.
The surface of the "Holy Spring" boiled instantly, and streams of extremely viscous Yin energy from the earth rushed towards the Yin ghost floating in the air and penetrated into its body. The Yin ghost's body plumped and thickened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When it stood up, it soon became like a real entity, with all five senses. The eyes even flashed red, as if they had really given birth to two eyes, staring at a young man standing blankly under the stone pillar opposite.
Ji Qingsha had never seen this young man before. He was probably not a pure Yang man kidnapped from Luojia City, but one that Mojiu had prepared a long time ago.
The moment he was stared at by Yin Gui's evil eyes, the originally dull young man seemed to have received some strong stimulation. He suddenly opened his eyes and came into contact with Yin Gui's evil eyes. The young man's face
He suddenly showed an expression of extreme fear.
"go!"
Mojiu stood up suddenly, his eyes were filled with blood, he raised his right hand and shouted.
The body of the ghost above the sculpture trembled, as if it was trying to break free from some kind of restraint. Then it shot towards the young man. Judging from the face and figure of the ghost, it was also a man's body.
The next moment, the ghost had already pounced on the young man. The ghost, which was originally as thick as a solid body, suddenly became ethereal again. The black mist couldn't help but billow, and instantly wrapped the young man, and through his
The mouth, nose, eyes, ears and exposed skin quickly penetrated into the young man's body.
"ah……"
A shrill howl suddenly sounded.
The young man's eyes, which were completely defenseless, turned blood red, and two lines of blood overflowed from his eyes. His facial muscles were twisted into extremely painful shapes.
This miserable howl was so shrill that it spread throughout the entire manor in an instant, echoing over the quiet tropical jungle for a long time.
Xiao Fan suddenly stopped, raised his head, and looked at Mojiu Manor not far away.
His eyebrows were frowned tightly.
The cold moonlight shone on his body, dragging his tall figure for a long time on the mountain road.
From this miserable howl, Xiao Fan could clearly feel the pain and despair of that person.
Yi Zhi, who was walking in front of him, also stopped at the same time, turned his head and looked over, and whispered: "Mr. Xiao, we have to speed up, Mojiu has already started..."
According to the instructions of the Grand Master, Yi Zi is responsible for "leading the way" for Xiao Fan.
Mojiu just gave Yi Zi such an instruction. As for whether he would forgive Yi Zi after completing the task, Mojiu did not make any promise. But Yi Zi could only go all out to fight for the last trace of the darkness.
Hope of survival.
Fortunately, Xiao Fan didn't seem suspicious and followed him without hesitation.
It can be seen that Xiao Fan is very confident in the restrictions he has placed on Yi'er, and he is confident that Yi'er will not dare to "go back on his word." In fact, the restrictions on Yi'er have indeed never been touched. After Mojiu checked,
There is no expression.
The Yi children would never dare to ask.
He knew that every word he said now might anger Mojiu and make his life disappear in an instant. The best way to save his life was to close his mouth and obey Mojiu's instructions. Don't talk too much.
.
Now Yi Zhi can only pray that Mojiu has succeeded in practicing "Descending Ghosts from Heaven". When he feels happy, he will spare his life. As for whether Mojiu can unlock Xiao Fan's restriction, Yi Zhi has not thought about it carefully. If this restriction
If even Mojiu can't solve it, then he really deserves to die and has nothing to say.
Of course, if you want to survive, there is another prerequisite, that is, Xiao Fan must die!
On this point, Yi Zhi is quite confident.
In any case, Mojiu had made the most adequate preparations this time. Xiao Fan knew nothing about it and thought everything was going according to his plan.
Because of his mental calculation, he was unprepared, and it was Mojiu's home field. Except for Mojiu himself who could not personally deal with Xiao Fan, he had all the advantages of taking the lead. The right time, place and people were all available. If this was the case, it would not be able to do anything to this follower who was thousands of miles away.
How can the young people who came from China understand this?
No matter how powerful Xiao Fan is, he is still a human being, not a god.
In Xiao Fan's eyes, the Mojiu Manor at this moment was obviously different from when he first broke in a few days ago. An invisible evil aura rose into the sky and enveloped the entire manor. Although he could not see or touch it,
He couldn't touch it, but he could clearly feel it. This invisible evil spirit was even suppressing the power of his spiritual thoughts.
Seeing Xiao Fan stop moving forward, Yi Zhi couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and couldn't help but urge: "Mr. Xiao, we have to move faster. Otherwise, I'm worried that Miss Ji will be in danger."
"Yeah?"
Xiao Fan's eyes suddenly glanced over, sparkling and shining.
Yi Zi couldn't help but turned away, smiled coquettishly, and said, "Mr. Xiao, I mean well. If something happens to Miss Ji, it would be bad... Miss Ji is so beautiful..."
This last sentence is from the bottom of my heart.
No matter how much he hated Xiao Fan and his girlfriend deep down in his heart, he had to admit that Ji Qingsha was really the most charming and enchanting girl he had ever seen in his life. Before that, Yi Er had dreamed
I never imagined that a woman could be so charming.
This sentence had an immediate effect. Xiao Fan raised his legs forward again without saying a word.
Yi Zhi secretly smiled in her heart: My dear, I don't believe you are not worried about such a good-looking girlfriend staying alone in the manor.
Soon, the two of them entered Mojiu Manor one after another, entering directly from the gate.
Yi Zi stood there with a face full of arrogance, and the gatekeepers from the outer city of the manor hurriedly opened the city gate. No one raised any questions about Xiao Fan's identity. Is it necessary for the people led by Yi Zi's great head-dressing master himself?
Doubt it?
"Revisiting the old place" was easier than breaking into Mojiu Manor for the first time. With Yi'er leading the way, Xiao Fan did not encounter any obstacles along the way, and everyone turned a blind eye to them.
Since we want to seduce Xiao Fan, the more realistic the scene should be, the better.
Xiao Fan just walked forward slowly and unhurriedly behind Yi Er, with a calm expression, without any hint of nervousness, as if he was not entering the manor of the first surrender master of the Danman Kingdom, but was on an outing.
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Completely different from Xiao Fan's calmness and indifference, the atmosphere in the stone array in the manor's inner city became increasingly weird.
The young man's screams had stopped abruptly, his head tilted to one side, and there was no more sound. If it weren't for the extremely slight rise and fall of his chest, he would have been as good as a dead person. The black mist that enveloped him had long since
It disappeared, leaving only a mass of rich black energy emerging between the eyebrows.
Mojiu's chanting became more and more urgent. He raised his right hand high and lightly cut his left wrist, and a little blood seeped out. Mojiu curled his fingers and the blood flew away, hitting the young man between the eyebrows.
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A flash of red light!
The blood beads were absorbed cleanly in an instant.
The next moment, a bright red dot appeared in the middle of the young man's forehead. It felt like a hole suddenly broke in his forehead. But the strange thing was that in this hole, blood did not spurt out, but there was just a bright red spot.
Something gradually emerged from the hole, as if a red sharp horn had grown out of his forehead.