Chapter 227 Witchcraft

Yuan Long and the black-robed people were slightly surprised. Originally, they thought that the owner of Hai Wutian might be a giant, but they didn't expect that it was Yang Feng. Yuen Long laughed. The man in black's eyes drooped.

"Friend, you and your men, let's go to my right palace. How about I guarantee that your status is above everyone?" Yuen Long said a bold and bold words, thinking that Yang Feng would be grateful. Unexpectedly, Yang Fengyi looked indifferent.

"Okay, I'm afraid your little prince can't afford what I want?" Yang Feng seemed to smile. Just now, when those people deliberately embarrassed the old household, he guessed that the little prince was very likely to be next to him, and it was very likely that he instructed him. I have to say that this person's meticulousness and depth of hiding are really not to be underestimated. Dozens of his men were killed, but he had no temper at all. Moreover, he came to recruit murderers. I'm afraid few people could do it if they were others. However, Yang Feng didn't understand why these people embarras some Ze slaves who have no status and no ability to resist? Killing them is easy for Yuen Long.

"Friends, as long as it's not Yuanlang's head, you can take it." Yuen Long made a bold voice and interrupted Yang Feng's words.

"Haha... The little prince is really happy..." Yang Feng laughed loudly, but made the people inside anxious, especially Xiao Chan, for fear that Yang Feng would agree to him, so... he was extremely nervous.

Jolan shook her hand gently, "Don't worry, the eldest brother can't promise him. Don't say that even if you don't have this relationship with him now, he will never agree to such a person. Now, even if someone holds a knife around his neck, he will never be able to do such things. He must have tried his best to protect you. What's more, these two people can't do anything to him at all.

Xiaochan looked at her gratefully and blushed. Of course, she knew that now, she and Yang Feng had this relationship... Suddenly, there was a trace of sweetness and pride rose in her heart.

The old household beside him was shocked. He had already guessed who the man in black robe was. If he didn't guess correctly, he should be the rumored ancient witch family. That terrible alien race, a race with strange abilities and spells. The girl actually said that they couldn't do anything to Yang Feng? What kind of person did your granddaughter follow? He had guessed from Xiaochan's expression just now that her relationship with Yang Feng was unusual. Seeing the way she walked just now, I guessed a * point.

"I want the throne of Yue Nu, can't you afford it?" Yang Feng's voice finally sounded gloomily. Everyone can see that people like Yuen Long must be ambitious. Yang Feng dares to guarantee that this guy definitely wants to seize the throne of the Moon Slave Kingdom. I'm afraid it's more than that. Otherwise, he will be so polite and virtuous to recruit talents in the next world?

When Yuanlang heard this, his face suddenly changed, and he smiled and said, "My friend is joking. How can the throne of Yuenu be afforded by me, a small prince... not to mention..."

"If you can't afford it, don't talk nonsense, get out..." Yang Feng roared directly. He didn't even bother to say anything about this kind of person. He can now be sure that the people with the surname just now are the envoys of Yuanlang, because the person surnamed Liu just now wanted to look outside when talking. Yang Feng now remembered that there were a few people standing at the door, and this Yuanlang was mixed in it. Mom pulls a bitch and plays with me.

Yuanlang's face became more ugly, and then he realized that Yang Feng was just playing with him.

"Hahahaha..." He laughed loudly, and his face suddenly became ferocious. The boy finally showed his true face.

Yang Feng looked disgusted and knew that this guy was not a good thing. As soon as Yang Feng was in trouble, this guy couldn't resist it. After all, he was young. Although he wanted to pretend to be sophisticated, he still couldn't stand this roar.

"Good boy, what are you? You deserve to call me to get out of here. I'd like to see what you can do? Boy, do you really think your men are invincible? Let me tell you, there will be a time when you cry. Humph, I have received all your women, and I will let you take a good look at my heroism later, hahahaha..." What a bullshit prince, tear off the hypocritical mask, it's just a beast.

Unexpectedly, Yang Feng didn't even answer and replied directly, "Kill!" Unexpectedly, his family and relatives were his reverse scales, and they threatened him with Xiaochan. This guy is looking for death.

Just as soon as he moved, a black wind suddenly rose, and Hai Wutian exclaimed, "Father, retreat!" Hai Wutian withdrew a few feet with Yang Feng in an instant. Yang Feng looked again and was shocked. The place where he had just stood emitted a rotten smell. All the wooden stools, chairs and wooden pillars turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared into the air. What kind of skill is this?

Yang Feng is horrified that manpower can never have such horrible energy.

"Witchcraft, be careful, this is witchcraft." Hai Wutian finally confirmed his idea. He just wanted to try this black-robed man, but he didn't expect that it was so mysterious and so strange that he was not like normal human beings at all. Sure enough, he was a witch, an ancient witch family.

"What? Wu...Wu clan..." Yang Feng heard it, and his whole body was shocked. The witches were an extremely ancient race in ancient times. They are famous for being good at various witchcraft. They neither practice vitality nor vitality. It is said that they have mastered various ancient secrets, can call for wind and rain, drive beasts and summon spirits, and even resurrect the dead in an instant. They can not only control dead things, but also Controlling living people in an instant, they are the truly frightening race. In ancient times, no race dared to provoke such a race.

Yang Feng stared at the man in black robe, and the man's ghost pupil was not raised. In his eyes, even the peak strong man of the three realms of creation is just a dead man. The secret skills of their witch clan can instantly turn these two people into black smoke, such as the three realms of creation and the yuan god elixir, which are just some stupidity of cultivation. And they have non-human power.

Yang Feng saw two himself in the ghost pupil. The two shadows were constantly overlapping, constantly crossing, constantly changing, and breaking... What's the matter... No, this is a problem with the ghost pupil, and a strong smell of blood scattered from Yang Feng. The two figures in the ghost pupil's eyes instantly merged into one.

Well, can you break his pupil? What a heavy smell of blood, such a strong murderous spirit, such a horrible blood, what's the matter? He was a little panicked. The man in black robe looked at Yang Feng in surprise.

"Kid, who the hell are you?" A hoarse voice sounded. Although I don't know where the mouth of the man in black robe is, and even whether he has a mouth or not, it is said that all ghost pupils have incomplete facial features. So... but the sound sounds like the demon of hell calling.

Yang Feng secretly raised the power of blood yuan, his whole body was shrouded in blood, and his pupil was shattered.

"No matter who I am? Your witchcraft just now can't help me, but I have no hatred with your witches, and I don't want to have a grudge against you. Get out of here quickly. The young master still has something to do, otherwise, I don't care about your ancient witches who are not far away, and it will be destroyed. Yang Feng shouted softly. Just now, he saw his shadow in the ghost pupil, and it was two. At that moment, he felt that his heart seemed to have been cut by something. If it hadn't been for the timely warning issued by the blood of immortality, I'm afraid that at this time, he was already lying on the ground. This witchcraft is really terrible, and it is unpreventable and more terrible than soul art.

Is that right? The blood on your body is very much like an old friend of my family. If you are his descendant or related to him, I can consider giving you aback. If you are so ignorant, forget it, you and your servants can die. With that, a faint black gas rose from him in an instant. An extremely unpleasant smell filled the whole shop.

"This is the blood-fixing technique in witchcraft. As long as you are still alive, your blood will be locked. Imagine what it will be like when the blood is locked. If you can't run, it will turn into red lumps little by little, and then turn into black hard blocks, squeezing your blood vessels little by little, and squeezing your bodies. Fry your human meat dregs, and finally turn them into a black hard block and turn them into black smoke, just like the holy smoke of our witch clan, just like the holy smoke of our witch clan..." Teng, the black gas instantly permeates hundreds of feet in a radius. Everyone, even Hai Wutian and Yang Feng, seemed to hear the footsteps of death, dongdong...dongdong... approaching...