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Chapter 740 The Power of the Witch

"Guards? Are there guards watching the road leading to the underworld?" Liang Yan asked in confusion.

"Naturally, Yin and Yang are separated, and living people cannot enter the land of death. This is an eternal iron law." Wu Xin replied coldly.

After hearing this, Liang Yan felt regretful in his heart. He was not an impetuous person in the first place, but because the place was so weird, he couldn't help but look at it a few more times. Unexpectedly, it caused trouble.

Just as the two of them were talking through the sound transmission, the strange stone statue on the left had already taken action. It held the oil lamp high, and a light cyan light instantly filled the tunnel, shrouding Liang Yan and Wu Xin inside.

Waves of corrosive power came, and Liang Yan was startled. He quickly displayed the "empty phase of all dharmas", and a layer of golden halo appeared around him to resist the corrosive power.

But despite this, layers of green smoke still emitted from the periphery of the golden mask, making a "sizzling!" burning sound.

The "empty phase of all dharmas", which has always been famous for restraining filth and evil spirits, is actually somewhat irresistible!

"Oh, this 'soul-lifting lamp' is well-deserved! But do you want to win this seat just because of this?" Wu Xin snorted coldly, and suddenly turned around and disappeared directly from the spot.

The next moment, a circle of purple mist appeared above the heads of the three weirdos, and countless ghostly demonic faces emerged one after another, biting towards the stone statue holding the lamp.

Canglanglang!

Before those ghostly faces could bite the stone statue, the iron chain monster next to it raised his hand, and more than a dozen iron chains immediately flew into the air, like more than a dozen venomous snakes, rushing to bite the purple mist.

It's strange to say that the purple mist was originally hazy and insubstantial, but after being entangled by more than a dozen iron chains, it actually couldn't move, as if it was tied into a rice dumpling.

Liang Yan looked on and was shocked. He and Wu Xin were now grasshoppers in the same boat. He could not tolerate such a critical situation and just sit idly by.

"go!"

Liang Yan shouted softly, and the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword rushed out and slashed at the iron chains in mid-air.

"Giggles, my sister understands your kindness, but you don't need to take action against these things. Just watch from the sidelines!" A chuckle came from the purple mist, followed by a pair of white, jade-like hands.

Go out, grab the chains and pull them out.

"Crash!"

Before Liang Yan's Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword could get closer, the iron chains had fallen off from the purple mist and fell sparsely to the ground.

Wuxin's figure reappeared in mid-air. At this time, her long hair was flying, her eyes were sharp, and she was stepping on four demon heads under her snow-white bare feet.

First there was a man with a red face and one eye, who opened his mouth and spat out angrily. Endless demonic fire surged out, and in an instant the chained man was submerged in the sea of ​​fire.

There was no scream or struggle. The mysterious-looking guard just gradually melted away in the demonic fire, and finally turned into a pile of fly ash.

In the blazing fire, the witch used her bare hands, and the second demon swooped out, opened its bloody mouth, and bit directly into the black ghost mist.

Weird laughter immediately burst out from within the black mist, followed by a series of crying sounds. There were men and women, old and young among the cries, which made people feel numb after listening to them.

However, these disturbing cries and laughter were of no use to the devil.

The second demon had no eyes, no nose, no ears. It had a big mouth that almost occupied its entire head. It took a huge bite and tore off the strange black mist.

A little less than half.

In the black mist, the crying became even louder!

Even though he was far away, Liang Yan felt that his soul was shaking. There seemed to be countless unwilling people in front of him, stretching out a hand from the ground, dragging him desperately, trying to drag him into the underworld.

"Hmph, your Soul Crying Technique may be a threat to ordinary people, but it's useless against my demons!"

Wu Xin chuckled lightly, then stretched out his hand, and the faceless demon immediately raised his hands, opened his mouth angrily, and swallowed up the black mist in an instant.

Two of the three weirdos who were originally pursued were inadvertently eliminated, leaving only the strange stone statue holding a lantern in his left hand and a book in his right hand.

This man seemed to have no reaction to the murder of his companions. He still carried an oil lamp and illuminated the entire tunnel with the "soul-lifting" fire.

Wuxin smiled faintly, raised his hand and pointed, and the remaining two demons, one on the left and one on the right, rushed towards the last stone monster.

Of these two demons, one has three heads and six arms, and is mighty and majestic. The other has no body, only a huge head, grinning weirdly in mid-air.

The strange stone statue seemed to have sensed the danger. He kept the lantern in his left hand and the ancient book in his right hand moved automatically.

As the pages of the book were turned one by one, ghost soldiers wearing armor and holding broadswords appeared from them.

"kill!"

In the quiet tunnel, there was a cry of killing Zhentian, and dozens of ghost soldiers swarmed out and surrounded the two demons without heart.

"Huh! It's just a little trick!"

Wuxin snorted coldly, waved forward with one hand, and immediately dozens of purple ribbons flew out of her sleeves, each wrapped around a ghost soldier.

These ribbons are all composed of pure real demon energy. Although the ghost soldiers are extremely powerful and not afraid of swords and guns, their movements become stiff instantly when they are entangled in these ribbons.

"Jie Jie!"

The two demons laughed. Without the obstruction of these ghost soldiers, they had no scruples and pounced directly on the strange stone statue. In just a moment, they completely devoured the stone guard.

Seeing that all three guards were wiped out by the demon, Wuxin smiled slightly and shouted:

"come back!"

Upon receiving her order, the four demons immediately rolled on the ground and turned into four balls of demonic energy. She then opened her mouth and inhaled them all, and inhaled them all into her belly.

The purple-clothed witch still had a smile on her face after taking care of the three guards, without any trace of nervousness at all.

"Senior, you really have magical powers. The guards here are vulnerable to a blow in front of senior!" Liang Yan immediately raised his hands and said.

Wuxin rolled her eyes at him and said angrily: "Don't say such nice words to flatter your sister! These three people are just the outermost guards, and their strength is also the most ordinary. The closer you get to the passage between Yin and Yang, the strength of the guards will also increase.

The stronger you get, the harder my sister will be able to handle it later!"

After hearing this, Liang Yan couldn't help but be shocked, and asked hesitantly: "These three are the weakest among the guards? Wouldn't it be more dangerous later on?"

"Look how scared you are!" Wuxin smiled sweetly and said: "My good brother, don't worry. We don't need to go deep into the passage between Yin and Yang. We only need to be close to the entrance of the passage to find what I want.

The two-year-old flower!"


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