Chapter 632 Shi Qian is not dead
At this moment...
A barrier suddenly appeared in a small house, which instantly aroused the spiritual power of Ming. Yu was so shocked that she took several steps back.
Under the house, intricate patterns appeared, and a large bloody formation suddenly appeared.
Blood-colored anger suddenly arose, but it was blocked by the barrier, and the terrifying power was not revealed at all.
"This is..."
Mingyu's pupils were frightened, and the blood on his face instantly twitched, "The ancient forbidden art of heaven, the forbidden magic circle!?"
The ancient forbidden art, taboo The magic circle is collected in a book.
That booklet recorded many formations, and those formations were all ancient forbidden arts and taboo formations.
At the beginning, the taboo magic circle that appeared in Lishang Kingdom was one of the ones in this booklet.
The magic circle that trapped Shijiu in that dead wood forest was also one of the ones in this booklet.
Forbidden magic circle, it is a general term.
“Chang Mo!?”
While Mingyu’s face turned pale, she subconsciously shouted into the house.
Then, he aroused all his spiritual power, tried to break through the barrier, and tried to break into the magic circle.
The movement he made was very big...
But it seemed very small! ?
Because he hit the barrier so many times, the sound became louder and louder, but it did not attract any monsters! ?
Saint Yama didn’t seem to notice the strangeness.
“Xi Mo, I said, I must kill you!”
Just when Mingyu waved the paper fan in his hand again, the roof in front of him suddenly shattered, and a figure with the head of a human and the body of a snake suddenly flew out from there.
The figure was dressed in red clothes, with a bloodthirsty smile on her beautiful face. Her slender eyes were slightly narrowed, and she was looking at the room with her head raised and her legs crossed, sitting quietly. The man on the bed.
Chang Mo, who was wearing a light-colored robe, held a Buddhist string in his hand and looked at the figure of the woman in red, his eyes indifferent and cold.
In the coldness, there was a strong murderous intention.
"Shi...Shijiu!?" Mingyu's eyes widened and her heartbeat stopped, "No! No! She is Chang Ye!?"
“She is Tokio!?”
Isn’t she dead! ?
At that time in Hanhaitan, he and Kong Ming watched with their own eyes as she was pierced through the heart by Chang Mo's staff, and then she was sucked into the bowl with extremely violent aura!
Why is she... alive again! ?
"Xi Mo!"
Looking at Chang Mo who was sitting on the bed below and unable to move, Shi Qian bit the tip of her tongue and couldn't help but laugh ferociously, "I will let you die in this violence today. !"
Shi Qian said, moving his fingers slightly, the bowl hidden in Chang Mo was drawn out uncontrollably.
“I didn’t expect that you could pull away the anger and put it in such a bowl.”
But this is fine!
"You should be dead."
Chang Mo didn't care about what Shi Qian said at this time.
What he cares about is something that he can't figure out despite racking his brains. She obviously...
She should have been killed by him!
Her soul should have been locked in the alms bowl at this moment, unable to come out for the rest of her life!
"You can't kill me for a long time, it's up to you!"
Shi Qian let out a very disdainful sneer, and the bowl in his hand trembled slightly, "Who do you think you are!?"
Pinch Chang Mo, who had not moved his Buddhist beads for a long time, his expression suddenly changed, and a trace of blood appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The alms bowl is his natal magic weapon. If the alms bowl is damaged, he, as the owner, will naturally suffer backlash.
“Kill him!”
Then, Shi Qian's red lips opened slightly, the alms bowl cracked open, and the blood-colored mist visible to the naked eye rushed straight towards Shi Chang Mo.
(End of this chapter)