Above the dark whirlpool, a clear spring descended from the sky, turning into a thousand green waves in mid-air.

Yu Peihuan stands in the air, wearing a trench coat-style black uniform, a black halberd pointed straight ahead, her hands and feet dressed in vintage iron armor in the style of the Middle Ages, and a white stand-up collar coat with a cape behind her.

Under the command of the black halberd, dozens of layers of sparkling water curtains blocked in front of Buchi Benma, and defused the fierce collision of the black takin with its varied undulations.

The improvised barrier that resembles a water curtain is constantly broken by the frenzied horn stabs, but after a layer of water curtain breaks, a new water curtain is always born.

The black takin gathered all the (yin yīn) dark aura in the enchantment, and the twisted sharp horns on its head lost its shape, like two (yin yīn) dark clouds, stretched out and violently slammed the water curtain in front of Yu Peihuan (身shēn), but it was never able to break through the thin barrier.

Yu Peihuan had a contemptuous smile on his face, holding the halberd and slashing diagonally upward, and a translucent emerald magic slashed at the black takin's head, causing the unstoppable beast to shake slightly.

Qu Cuo was about to regroup and urge the takin to charge again, when the wind made a loud noise in the enchantment, and dozens of slender emerald magic slashed on the top of the takin's head, and the afterimage of the high-speed slash left a long-lasting trace in the darkness.

When the black takin broke through the water curtain with dozens of sharp slashes, the dotted lines left by the magic in the air suddenly lit up, and a sky-small emerald magic array resisted the sharp horns of the black takin, and tens of thousands of intricate runes swirled and flew in the two rings of the magic array, and six emerald tridents nailed the black takin's limbs and feet from the array, making it lie on the ground and not move.

Qucuo's white bone face expanded again, and the miserable white bone covered the black takin's body like flowing water, and the black takin's strength increased greatly with a layer of miserable white bone armor, and it shook its head and tail violently, and broke the emerald trident that was nailed to its limbs and horns.

The white-bone takin rushed forward, and Yu Peihuan had already condensed six sharp emerald spears with his magic power, and shot out from the center of the magic array.

Unexpectedly, the white bone takin under the control of Qu Cuo ((cāo) cāo) just shook a shot, and the two front hooves as thick as a log sank into the dirt bent and flicked, and the mountain takin, which was carrying Mu Yayun's number, turned around and rushed towards the three-story watchhouse behind (body shēn).

Yu Peihuan immediately threw the emerald spear at the white bone takin with his back to him, but unfortunately it was already half a beat slower, and only one emerald spear grazed the back of the white bone takin.

The Soul Takin's bone armor was cut through by the sharp edge of the spear, and a lot of pitch-like black blood flowed out of the straight crack.

The serious injuries did not stop the desperate charge of the huge beast, and most of the three-story watchtower made of earth and stone was smashed by the white bone takin, and a corner of the bedroom on the second floor of the watchtower was destroyed, and the takin stuck its head into the gap and looked down at the two women lying on the bed chuáng in the bedroom.

One is Qucuo's own (肉 ròu) (身shēn), and the other is her second daughter, Pubutunzhu.

"Aunt Qucuo, don't!"

Buchibenma was on all fours, the tears and snot on her face mixed into a cloudy liquid, and she looked extremely embarrassed.

Qu Cuo's white human face hesitated for only a moment, then he asked the takin to lower his head, gently grabbed the crying young boy and placed it in a safe place away from the blockhouse, and then bit his own (肉 ròu) (身shēn).

With a creepy chewing sound, the necromancer of the black takin got the blood of the priest Muya.

The black takin, clad in white bone armor, fell to its knees and scattered into a pile of black and white ashes, and a gust of wind from nowhere swept up the dust on the ground and blew towards the black hill that seemed to be real and illusory.

When the ashes of the black takin merged with the hill, the low hill seemed to come to life, the black woods on the surface of the mountain were swallowed up by the earth that seemed to be breathing violently, and the miserable white (yin yīn) dark power overflowed outward from the core of the hill, and it was not long before the inconspicuous low hill was dressed in a gorgeous and (yin yīn) forest garment.

Qu Cuo's face loomed over the surface of the white hills, and a dull moan echoed in the dark enchantment.

Yu Peihuan snorted, two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eyes, and the already small two-fold ring magic array doubled, and the locust-like emerald spear flew out of the magic array, and the rain poured on the top of the miserable white hill like a banana.

It's just that this emerald rain was too short-lived, and it only rained for less than half a minute before it was silent.

The halberd in Yu Peihuan's hand paused on the ground with a loud thud, smashing out a small pit seven or eight centimeters deep, she held the black halberd, reached out to wipe the blood and tears on her face, and there was no fear in her eyes.

She didn't look at the white hill that had given birth to four hooves and jumped up, but looked up at the sky above the barrier.

The magical girl in a desperate situation clenched her fists, and the white trench coat and metal armor covering her limbs quickly disappeared, turning into a little light in an instant, merging into her slender body, she raised the black halberd in her hand with a clear cry, and threw the halberd-shaped magic guide with a length of more than two and a half meters into the air.

The tail of the black halberd she threw dragged a long emerald flame tail, the other end of which connected to the miserable white hill that was about to turn into the shape of a takin.

"Knowing the strings!"

Yu Peihuan's voice pierced through the darkness and reached the ears of his partner.

A series of seven pure white mana cannons as thick as water tanks pierced through the enchantment, and along the trajectory of the emerald tail flame at the end of the black halberd, they hit the top of the hundred-meter-high white hill, blowing the head of the house-sized takin to pieces.

Exhausted of her magic power, Li Zhixian threw away the axe-spear-style magic guide in her hand, scattered the cake skirt and princess sleeves on her (body shēn), and let gravity smash her from the sky to the ground.

Dusty, the disarming Li Zhixian stood in place, watching the miserable white hill that had been bombarded by the magic cannon to absorb the earth and rocks in place, and after a while, the hill returned to its original state, contracted violently, and turned into a white takin two meters high at the shoulders and carrying a miniature hill on its back.

On the surface of the hill on the back of the white takin, Qu Cuo's face had been distorted into blur, and only the color of madness was left in his eyes.

"And more! I want more priest blood! ”

The white takin's muscular (body shēn) body contained the strength of an entire hill, and it lowered its head forward, black gas gushing from its nostrils, and charged at full speed in the direction of Buchi Benma.

Li Zhixian helped Yu Peihuan sit on the ground and said "rest assured" in her ear.

Before she could fully rise (身shēn), the white takin with the strength of a hill had already rushed closer.

Li Zhixian was half-squatting (body shēn), holding the thick front hooves of the white takin with both hands, and the pores of his scalp oozed red blood.

The woman with black hair dyed maple red roared angrily and overturned the takin that changed on the hill, and smashed her fist into the bull's eye as big as a red grapefruit!

"Get out of the way!"