Chapter 127 Aster Crystal

The elf's chest was stuffy and spit out a big mouthful of bright red blood.

He stared at Wang Fan with resentful eyes and said, "Hey hey, are you afraid? Before long, you will be corroded by my curse and bleed to death. If you want me to beg for mercy and be your dog, I'm ah, you're delusional."

Although he knew that the elves would not submit, Wang Fan did not kill him immediately. Instead, he smiled mysteriously at him and said in an abnormal voice, "Look into my eyes!"

His voice seems to have incredible magic, which makes people feel trustworthy as soon as they hear it, and it has the magic of demagogic people. Under the influence of this voice, the elf's eyes were confused and absent, and his spirit fell into a trance for a while.

Taking advantage of the moment of elf consciousness confusion, Wang Fan's hand quickly flipped, and his hands flew like butterflies, making dazzling fingerprints, and layers of white brilliance came out from the palm of his hand, which was strange. Finally, he scolded gently and made a strange magic seal. When the elf was about to wake up, he suddenly pressed it on the elf's forehead.

"Bum!"

Like the sound of stones entering the water, the strange eye-like seal is imprinted in the spirit of the elf. After the elf was hit by Wang Fan, his eyes turned, as if he had suffered great pain. Body**. He immediately fainted.

Wang Fan wiped his sweat and gasped, "I didn't expect that this soul puppet seal consumes so much aura that my spirit has consumed two-thirds of my strength. If I had known, I would have killed him directly!"

Looking at the elves who had stopped ** on the ground, Wang Fan took a deep breath, and a little white light suddenly appeared on his fingertips. He recited a few spells with a serious expression. After that, he suddenly looked at the elves's head and clicked exactly where he had just used his fingerprints.

His fingertips were on the elf's forehead. Wang Fan closed his eyes as if he were looking at something. Just a minute later, he opened his eyes again. A clear look flashed in his eyes. At the same time, his eyebrows also frowned.

He used the "soul search" for this elf. His soul search came from Terence and Rex, and he can already get the person's memory without hurting the soul consciousness of the caster.

"It turned out that he could know that I killed his kind because I had the curse of an elf. When every elf was killed, he could attach his resentment to that person. And his peers can see these grievances and avenge them. No wonder he will come to me desperately. Unfortunately, his eyes are not bright enough. I don't know that it's just looking for death.

As Wang Fan spoke, he squatted down and looked over the elf. Sure enough, he took out a golden hollow badge on his waist, with a black figure engraved on it. The figure was blurred, and a pair of green eyes were shining. Although there is only one rough outline, it gives people a sense of mystery and danger. At a glance, Wang Fan felt keenly that he seemed to be stared at by a sharp and dangerous look.

Shaking his head, Wang Fan forcibly erased the shadow in his mind. He knew that this was a spiritual psychedelic spell. It's just engraved on this badge.

This is the worship of the night elf.

Holding the badge in his hand, Wang Fan raised a wonderful arc at the corners of his mouth.

"Huh, little curse, how can you get me? Let me show you how I cracked it.

After Wang Fan said, he suddenly took the badge and cut his palm fiercely, making the blood overflow and flow on the badge, and the blood instantly penetrated to the badge. After the dim image above was penetrated by the blood, it actually emitted a layer of green light.

Wang Fan shouted softly and recited, "Mysterious soul, cruel curse, led by my blood, makes the place of life return to silence and nothingness. Those who come return, and those who return disappear. Go!"

With his shouting, something seemed to be drawn into his body and quickly flowed into the badge. It was the cursed power wrapped in the deepest part of his body, flying out of the flesh and blood, rushing to the badge like a moth to the fire, as if the badge was their mother.

With the disappearance of those cursed power, the badge became brighter and brighter, held in the palm of the hand, and the temperature became higher and higher. Finally, hot people couldn't hold it. Wang Fan had to wrap his palm with aura to isolate the temperature.

He was absorbed in the change of the badge in his hand. Finally, when the last trace of curse power in his body disappeared, Wang Fan's palm suddenly rose and he suddenly grasped it.

"Cock!"

The badge broke and broke into several pieces. The power of the green curse on it also dissipated in the air.

Wang Fan smiled. Just as he was relaxed, the green light suddenly changed and condensed into a faint figure in the air. The figure is vague, just a green shadow, and only a pair of green eyes are very conspicuous. This strange shadow is the mysterious elf god branded on the badge.

Looking at the eyes of the shadow, Wang Fan felt a force sweeping across his body, as if someone was peeping at him.

Wang Fan's mind is tight, and his heart is not good. Immediately, he turned over his hands and burst into a fighting spirit, smashing the green shadow with one blow.

Seeing the energy turned into a little green light in the air, Wang Fan smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that this is just the simplest prayer statue, which can also attract the attention of the gods. I don't know what he saw.

"Cough!!"

A cough came, and the elves on the ground had woken up, but his eyes were confused and his expression was numb, like a soulless person. Suddenly, the elf's eyes turned, the muscles on his face trembled, and his eyes flashed with struggling anger.

Wang Fan said, "How can you resist?"

Then he snorted coldly and pointed his finger at the elf's forehead. With a "buzz", Qingming in the elf's eyes disappeared again. The expression became numb.

After doing this, Wang Fan suddenly heard bursts of roars outside. He looked into his spirit and found that it was people in the base outside who were bombarding those traps. It seems that they saw that there was no news for too long, and they speculated that something had happened to their leader before they couldn't wait to come in.

Never mind them, Wang Fan smiled and asked the elf, "Where is your treasure house? What do you have?"

The elf's expression was still like a zombie, but his mouth began to say: "Master, the treasure house is under the destroyer stone in the west, locked by nine layers of ice cellar. There are gold and silver jewelry, swordsmanships, magic crystals..."

Wang Fan was a little impatient. He was about to say that you took me there, but he suddenly heard the elf puppet say, "There are three purple thunder crystals on the third floor!"

Wang Fan was stunned: "Astered crystal?"