Chapter 156 Exorcism

"Don't move, cling to the wall, don't do it, don't walk around..." Sikong Zixian found that his companion behind him had signs of movement, and quickly turned his head and stopped it loudly. But she was so distracted that Wang Wujian was surprised to find that the originally orderly attacking centipedes were suddenly a little chaotic, and even many centipedes were unable to grasp the ground and flew up with the wind, as if they lacked the control of some mysterious force.

Sikong Zixian waved his long sword, and the strange fog shrouded the sword again. The chaotic group of centipedes swarmed towards Qian Qian and others in the blink of an eye.

Several people were shocked. Everyone could see that there was a certain degree of close connection between her and the centipede group. Intuitively speaking, Sikong Zixian seemed to control the movement of the centipede group, and her purpose seemed to be to destroy the power of Qianqian.

Soon, reality further confirmed their conjecture that when the centipedes in the eyes of the centipede spring in the canyon passed by them, they climbed around an arc in an orderly manner and did not dare to cross the mine pool. In this situation, they couldn't help but recall that during the emergency last night, Sikong Zixian built an invisible wall in front of him in the same way to make the centipedes retreat spontaneously.

"It is one of the little-known spells in the great wilderness - 'Exorcism'..." Yu Chiyan exclaimed in a very small voice. Although the voice was small, the shocking three words "Exorcism" were immersed in people's hearts.

"Exorcism?" Wang Wujian silently repeated these three words, exorcism. Its intention is self-evident, just like the terrible spell of controlling thousands of centipedes in front of him. It can be imagined that a person only needs to be proficient in this evil and powerful spell to dominate the world.

Wang Wujian carefully approached Sikong Zixian and tried to peep at her expression - like a long sword, her white face was covered with a layer of hazy gray fog, which was quite mysterious. The two red lips were a little dry under the wind and sand. Although they lost their blood and rudder, they were more attractive because of the rhythmic opening and closing. Those bright eyes had already lost their luster, staring at Qian Qian with an almost ferocious look, as if there was a deep hatred.

Qian Qian and others retreated step by step and withdrew from the canyon in an instant. There were more than 20 people who retreated from the valley with them. Looking at the color of their soul power, they are all the top masters of the mysterious realm, and even a few strong men in the spiritual emperor realm. However, this battle does not depend on how strong the strength is. The small centipede is unable to defend. Once attacked, I'm afraid that there are more or less good luck. You know, this is Xuanlongtan, the nest of the blood centipede, the ancestor of the centipede.

Si Kong Zixian remained motionless in the same posture, and his lips squirmed slightly, as if praying, while Wang Wujian and others stared at the group of centipedes galloping through under their feet. This was also the first time they watched the centipedes so closely. They are not only different in shape, but also different in color, but one thing is certain, that is, no matter what level of master you are, as long as you fall to the ground, you will become a blood skeleton in an instant.

Qian Qian's abacus was relatively perfect. Everyone stood outside the valley, and the stock whirlwinds swept across the ground one after another. Every time, a large number of centipedees were directly swept away.

The centipede is like sand and stone, and the hills outside the valley are covered with a thick layer without much effort.

But having wind does not mean that life is worry-free. The centipede is swept in the wind, and naturally there is no choice but to take care of the wind-up martial arts. In this way, they have to deal with the scattered and scattered high-toxic centipede flying like gravel in the air, and the colored protective apertures. Forced to appear outside the dark valley.

It is necessary to urge the martial soul to keep the protective aperture condensed, but also to squander the soul power to kill the flying centipede flying on the ground. With such a high-intensity loss of the martial soul, no one can support it for a long time. Maybe there is only one way to wait for them - no whole body!

Wang Wujian suddenly thought: In this kind of weather, the centipede will never come out of the hole. The blood centipede has given everyone a warning, so it will not drive the centipede group to attack again. Moreover, it is an ancient spirit beast. It is known that such a behavior does not bring any retreat to the persistent crowd.

Therefore, these centipede can reach here and attack by means. Nine times out of ten, it is summoned by Sikong Zixian. As for why did she do this? Why do you want to spend money to die? Wang Wujian was puzzled. Even though he was very disgusted by Qian Qian and his son, he couldn't avoid self-reproach when he watched him die tragically.

More and more screeners are forced to join the war. The beams of light shines on the outside of the valley like the day, the yellow sand, and the centipede is mixed with wild dancing, shouting, screaming, and whistling wind, forming a lively night symphony.

The formation of centipede is becoming more and more scattered, and the centipede gushing out of the eyes of the central spring is also obviously decreasing. It seems that the backup is insufficient. Whether it is participating in the battle or watching the fire across the shore, they all show a light joy.

But Wang Wujian was worried. Under the light of everyone, there was no blood on Sikong Zixian's face, and she could not see the anger like dead ashes, but there was a flash of fire in her eyes. Wang Wujian didn't understand why she hated Qian Qian so much. But the centipede is in chaos, which means that the performer of "exorcism" has experienced exhaustion and is about to be unable to stimulate the spell...

A purple light suddenly killed a road in the centipede group. It was a master of the realm of the spirit emperor from the south entrance. In the firelight, he could not see his face clearly, but it must have just started, just to turn the tide and show his strength. It's just that he is much wiser than others. He pulls a lit cart behind him. The train is like carrying a flame demon. The red flames sway with the wind, and thousands of apricots shoot at the servants in all directions like poisonous snakes.

The man danced his long sword in a purple gold coat with his right hand, pulled the train left and right and calmly approached the centipede spring. He was about to reach the target. The long sword, which could not be seen from what material was, was empty, and a purple aperture of a square circle appeared on the ground in an instant.

The aperture appropriately covered the cave like a lid, so that the centipede below could not continue to surge up. Then, he inserted the long sword into the ground, pulled up the train pole with both hands, and shouted loudly. The train left the ground, and Mars floated away like raindrops in the wind.

"Cax..." The train smashed into the hole on the ground with hatred. The flames danced wildly and the sparks were in chaos. The man stood on the headwind. In the eyes of Wang Wujian and others, he was as burly and powerful as the god of fire, so gorgeous!

The whole train disappeared from the ground in an instant with his soul pressure, but the fire still lit up his pale face, which was more magnificent. It was indeed the face of a strong man, with flames reflected in his deep eyes, like a fire dragon that swallowed the world, wide front The vicissitudes of time are written on his forehead.

It's Zhenhu, the deep and arrogant head of Hutou Mountain - Zhenhu...