The three old witches always had dead fish expressions on their faces, their eyes were deep and big, and their faces were furrowed and furrowed, without any expression of emotion.

Although the space around the three of them was sealed off and they couldn't escape, they were still able to move to a certain extent. The three of them changed their positions, and the woman was in the front.

She turned on the True Murmur mode, her mouth singing an obscure, perhaps not a spell in any language at all. The hand that came out of her stomach stretched out straight ahead, and a strange black six-pointed star magic circle on the palm of her hand lit up, and that hand caught a space bullet that had been practicing for two and a half years.

But that's obviously not the end of it, because there's one more.

She spat out a mouthful of thick black blood, and her tangram began to bleed, and then her stomach cracked, and all the twine stitched on it collapsed, and soon her other hand reached out and caught another spatial bullet, as if she had grabbed a basketball.

Those two space bullets trembled in these two hands, and the powerful power contained in them was obviously not so easy to calm down.

The two feet came out of the belly of the woman, and the feet were completely out of proportion to the two arms, which were adult Rao, and the two feet were like infants'. Then a head came out, and the head belonged to a baby, and it didn't even open its eyes, and it was drenched in black blood.

Her belly was completely open, and the deformed baby she had conceived came out, her belly was empty, and she didn't see anything else after she left the baby, not even blood. Murmur's stomach was automatically sewn up again, and she continued to chant as if nothing had happened, as if she had not just disemboweled, but had just unbuttoned her clothes and put them on.

The boiler took out the spoon, and when the spoon was tilted, it was tilted, but a tawny, viscous soup poured over the baby, which was absolutely the same as the one in the witch's cauldron. After being poured with the soup, the baby swelled rapidly except for the head and arms, as if it was growing rapidly, and soon returned to its normal proportions, of course, the head was still the baby's head, the kind that had not yet opened its eyes. At the same time, the weaver took out two slender steel needles and pierced the child's back, infusing it with forbidden power.

The product of this summoned taboo, his arms finally stopped trembling, and he stabilized the two spatial bullets from the obedient space.

Seeing this, his hands were folded, his silver-gray pupils were so ancient, and the surging power surged up his purple hair, and he chanted softly, "The sacrifice is too beautiful. ”

The chanting sound was like a sentence, and after the majestic spell of the ancient mystery was sung, the two purple space bombs exploded in an instant, and the flames of the explosion completely devoured the three old witches in an instant.

The strong impact directly flattened nearly one-third of the building, and the closed house was directly blown to the ground.

This scene made Du Yueming, who opened the real vision under the black pupils and was still obsessed with finding paintings, all looked sideways.

"That's too strong, isn't it? Du Yueming said in astonishment.

In addition, he heard the mantra-like words that he had recited, and it was clearly an unheard of incantation, but he felt inexplicably familiar.

The smoke and dust dispersed, and there was no harm in the smoke.

Du Yueming, who is well versed in this truth, feels that he continues to concentrate on positioning the coordinates of the oil painting, and no longer looks over there.

Sure enough, like the law of omnipotence, the three old witches didn't suffer much trauma, the kind that spat out a few mouthfuls of blood from such a strong explosion, but the monster summoned by the Murmur absorbed most of the wounds for them, and it was broken into many pieces.

With a detached look, this move could consume its strength, although it never thought that this move could directly carry the three away. Maybe the three old witches are too strong to talk, and the power is more than expected.

She made a strange gesture, and Weaver and Cook stood behind her, chanting obscure phrases that she couldn't understand at all, and the three old witches fused.

Their flesh and blood spread out first, then blended together, and finally swelled and grew in the black mist.

It was a monster with three heads, a bloody mouth full of fangs, and its tail was a poisonous snake, and even its hair was made up of snakes, surrounded by black gas, extremely vicious. The three-headed monster roared wildly at the obedient, very rhythmic, and the sound was like a trio of hell.

"The janitor of hell, the three-headed vicious dog, Cerberus. Obediently blurted out, its eyes widened for a while, it didn't expect that these three ladies in the forest were such incarnations.

Du Yueming used the mechanical alchemy device to climb to the third floor at this moment, and the building was obediently blown up into an open one, facing the free air. Although it was crumbling, Du Yueming finally climbed to the top, and the real vision was located, and on the flower board on the top floor, there was the oil painting.

Du Yueming raised his head and looked at it with the naked eye, and sure enough, the content of the painting somehow turned into a three-headed vicious dog, but Du Yueming felt that this was clearly the original oil painting.

This oil painting is very sturdy, because this oil painting is currently in a semi-suspended state, and the flower panels around it have been destroyed, and it is still intact, and even the framed frame has not been eroded in the slightest.

"Du Yueming, are you okay?" A hysterical shout startled Du Yueming.

"I've found the painting. What's wrong with you?" Du Yueming replied loudly.

"I ...... I'm so afraid of dogs! Now, destroy that picture at once!" howled obediently.

Located on the first floor, the obedient directly changed back to the cat form, because this form is more agile, this guy rushed out, Du Yueming saw that behind it was indeed followed by a three-headed vicious dog pulling the wind, chasing the obedient is circling around this building, and a cat and dog battle is staged in an instant.

Although this picture is dangerous, Du Yueming feels inexplicably funny.

However, he was still very professional and did not laugh, he tried to shift his attention to the painting, and without hesitation, the Ophil arc was a fierce knife

It didn't respond.

Du Yueming looked at it, could it be that this almost indestructible Mithril Blade could not destroy this painting? Du Yueming did not believe in evil, he injected the fire-like fighting spirit and copied the Orfil arc light to use light and shadow, which was a burst of wild slashing. After a few minutes, there were indeed a few knife marks left on the painting, and it seemed that some damage had been done. But this painting is inevitably too strong, the very innocent flower boards were cut for Du Yueming, and the painting fell down, but it was not broken.

"What the hell are you doing! Don't grind, zoom in, just zoom in, do you understand? Just use your ...... of what" The obedient downstairs protested. This is really a very explosive thing for the obedient to leave, and it doesn't want to put up with the dog's chase for a minute at the moment.

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