Xue saw that he also pinched the trick, recited the spell, and a fire method burst out, turning into a flame and exploding in front of him.

The scorching flames turned into a wave of heat and rolled out, blocking the thunderbolt in front of it.

Xue Jian's talent in practicing witchcraft is not bad.

I don't know if it's because he is a traverser, and his soul and spiritual power are far more powerful than ordinary people.

Liufeng's eyes showed surprise, he didn't expect that this person was not only a martial arts cultivator, but also a wizard.

In the Southern Ming Empire, there are not a few people who practice martial arts and witchcraft, but it is often difficult for such people to achieve good results in both aspects.

Flowing Wind is a pure wizard, specializing in witchcraft, and he is enough to crush most of the junior grandmaster powerhouses.

There was obviously a gap in the intensity of the witchcraft between the two, and the moment the flame heat wave collided with the thunder, the thunder was like a spear that pierced through the shield, and fell directly on Xue Jian.

A feeling of severe pain and paralysis struck, and the dustless clothes were invulnerable, but it was difficult to resist the power of thunder.

Xue saw the electric light swimming all over his body, and his body trembled violently, and he immediately used the Yuan Force of his whole body to resist the current that invaded his internal organs.

When the thunder dissipated, Xue Jian's hair swelled up and bent as if it had exploded.

He spurted out a mouthful of blood and suffered a lot of internal injuries.

The playful smile on Liufeng's face became stronger and stronger, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to make a move, he walked towards Xue Jian leisurely and said.

"I'm curious about who you are, how do you know about the Nine Dragons Monument?"

Xue Jian grinned and showed a smile, his mouth full of white teeth had been stained red with blood, he wiped a handful of blood from the corners of his mouth, and spoke.

"I'm also curious, how do you know about the Nine Dragons Remnant Monument?"

Flowing Wind is like a house cat that catches a mouse, and is not in a hurry to devour its prey.

He turned his head to look at the statue of the witch god in the center of the golden temple and smiled.

"The answer is right in front of you, don't you know these words?"

Xue Jian suddenly turned his head to look, and saw lines of simple and complicated words engraved on the wall behind the statue of the witch god.

He had heard Senhu mention this kind of writing, which was the ancient witch script used by the ancestors of the Nanming people thousands of years ago.

Xue Jian didn't know Gu Wuwen, so after entering the main hall, he just glanced at it, and didn't look carefully.

Now listening to Liufeng say this, it seems that the ancient witch inscriptions on these walls record the things about the Nine Dragons Stone Tablet.

He swept his gaze over and looked closely.

A hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Liufeng's mouth, and the right hand hidden in his sleeve quickly pinched the trick and recited the incantation.

In an instant, a powerful spiritual force rushed in and crashed directly into Xue Jian.

Although Xue Jian had been vigilant, he still fell for his tricks.

It felt like a heavy hammer had been hit in his mind, his mind was buzzing, and his mind suddenly became unconscious.

Liufeng sneered and rushed forward, and a fingertip-sized red ball popped out with his fingers, hitting Xue Jian's eyebrows.

The red ball attached to the center of his eyebrows, turning into a wriggling Gu worm, and was about to burrow into Xue Jian's brain.

"When you become my puppet, all your secrets will be mine. ”

The wind burst out laughing.

He was really curious about why this person knew about the Nine Dragons Remnant Monument, and maybe he could find the whereabouts of other Nine Dragons Remnant Monuments from this person's body, and when he thought of this, he felt a little irrepressible excitement in his heart.

However, what shocked him was that the Gu worm fell off and fell to the ground on its own the moment it bit through Xue Jian's eyebrows, and died like this.

In just a moment, Xue saw that he had recovered his senses, put on the Soul Shaking Fist gloves, and punched him in the air.

Liufeng's eyes widened, and he immediately cast a wall of wind witchcraft, and after blocking this punch, he still felt unbelievable in his heart.

And Xue Jian remembered the scene just now, and he was afraid, and cold sweat swished on his forehead.

If Liufeng didn't want to plant Gu worms, but to kill the killer, he would have fallen to the ground and become a corpse.

Xue Jian didn't dare to give the other party any more chances, and all the martial arts such as Ling Fengbu, Piercing Flower Palm, Suppressing Wan Jun, and Soul Copying Hand were all displayed, suppressing the flowing wind and attacking fiercely.

There was a roaring sound in the Golden Palace, and large pits were punched out of the ground, and many gold-lacquered wooden pillars were defeated by Xue Jian, and the entire Witch God Temple showed signs of shaking.

The patrol guards outside the hall only found out that something big had happened in the Witch God Temple at this moment, and their faces changed drastically one by one, and they rushed to the main hall.

They pushed open the door of the main hall and saw a messy scene, the original golden and majestic temple was actually half destroyed at this moment.

In the hall, the two white-clothed figures fought and retreated, and the flowing wind was almost completely suppressed by the crazy Xue Jian, not that he was inferior in strength, but that he had no chance to perform witchcraft.

A group of guards immediately rushed in, each using their own means to attack Xue Jian.

Two fists were invincible to four hands, and Xue Jian had to retreat, clinging to the huge golden pillar to avoid everyone's attacks.

Seeing more and more people rushing into the main hall, there were still people shouting outside, and people from all directions of the Witch King Palace gathered over, this scene made it impossible to escape.

Xue Jian's eyes showed a touch of decisiveness, and he jumped a few times and stood in the middle of the main hall, at the foot of the huge statue of the witch god.

Since he dared to come back and fight, he naturally had his confidence.

Xue Jian's heart moved, and a bronze ancient tripod with two people high appeared in the middle of the main hall.

Everyone was taken aback by this sight, and the pupils of the flowing wind shrank suddenly, in disbelief.

"It's ...... Haifeng Guo's Haizun Ding?"

He recognized this tripod, when the Haifeng Kingdom was destroyed, this tripod originally fell into the hands of the Witch Palace, but on the way back, it was robbed by a group of mysterious people halfway.

Ten years have passed, and the Wuwang Palace has been tracking for a long time, but the whereabouts of Haizun Ding have not been found.

Unexpectedly, tonight in this witch temple, I can see this treasure that has been lost for ten years.

Liufeng was overjoyed in his heart, and was about to step forward to snatch back the Haizun Ding, but he saw Xue Jian suddenly use force to overthrow the Da Ding to the ground, and the Dingkou aimed at the gate of the Witch God Temple.

Everyone was still wondering what this person was going to do, when Xue saw that a hand had already pressed on the ding, and Yuan Li poured out, chanting an obscure incantation in his mouth.

After this Haizun Ding was opened by the bloodline of Concubine Yue, it already had the power of the artifact, and it was truly revived, and if it was used again, it did not need to be watered by blood.

As long as Xue Jian pours his Yuan Force and urges him with the inheritance formula, he can also activate Haizun Ding.

Dading suddenly shook violently, and a desolate breath came to his face, causing the people around him to tremble physically and mentally.

Then, under the horrified gaze of everyone, a torrent of seawater gushed out from Dingkou and poured out overwhelmingly.

With the profound lesson of the last time, Xue saw that this time he put Dading down, and the sea water did not harm him.

Screams rang out, and all the people who were swept up in the sea were like sand and gravel drifting with the waves, fragile.

Seeing this scene from a distance, Liufeng's eyes widened and his heart was horrified.

He didn't dare to have any extra thoughts, he just wanted to get out of here.

The other people who reacted quickly were the first to break out of the window and flee into the distance.

The gate of the Witch God Temple was violently broken by a fierce wave, and all those who wanted to rush into the temple were instantly submerged, and the tragic scene was extremely terrifying.