After discovering that he couldn't move, Mo Fan realized that his body had been manipulated by this middle-aged man. As for what kind of technique it was, Mo Fan naturally didn't know, he only felt that he couldn't move all over his body.

So Mo Fan struggled with all his strength, and finally he felt a trace of restraint, as if his hands and feet were tied. He opened his eyes hard, and could faintly feel a snorting sound around his body.

The people around him looked at him suspiciously, not understanding what it meant, only the chairman Zhang was well-informed, and when he saw Mo Fan's situation, he said: "This is witchcraft!" ”

At the same time, Attu and the fat man who came with him also understood what the situation was, so they saw Attu quickly stepped forward and said to Mo Fan:

"Don't force yourself to struggle, you must have been given witchcraft to bind your body by someone else's birthday. Only by finding the carrier of the witchcraft, that is, the medium through which the witchcraft was performed, can the witchcraft be cracked. ”

Ning Wuxin and Ni Ba stepped forward with some worry, and asked the middle-aged man for a medium of witchcraft. However, the middle-aged man sneered and pinched his hand, disagreed, and even said arrogantly:

"Not only will I bind you, but I can also cut off your hands and feet, and divide your body into five horses."

As he spoke, he swiped his sword at Mo Fan's arm, but Mo Fan's body did not change at all, he clenched his fists like this, looking at the middle-aged humanist.

The middle-aged Taoist was stunned for a moment, and then raised his hand to make another stroke at Mo Fan, but this time there was still no effect.

"What? Did you find out that your witchcraft was failing? Mo Fan looked at the middle-aged humanist and said lightly.

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at Mo Fan in surprise and said, "Impossible, you have already fallen into witchcraft, since you can't move, let me slaughter you, how can you not cut off your hands?" ”

Mo Fan smiled when he heard this, and said, "To be honest, I am already surprised that you can use your witchcraft to make my body immobile for a short time.

But if you want to divide me into five horses, it's not that I say, you really don't have that strength. Even if I stand still here, you still can't do it. ”

This made the middle-aged Taoist very shocked, and he gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Boy, you can fight with me here, I don't believe that I can't kill you." ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged Taoist priest was about to continue pinching the trick, but Mo Fan said lightly: "No need, I said, you can't do anything about me, but now I don't want to play with you anymore." ”

As he spoke, Mo Fan's body suddenly struggled. At the same time, the middle-aged humanist's lower back exploded with a bang.

At the same time, a grass doll fell to the ground, and the doll had a red charm on its body, on which Mo Fan's birth date was written. And the little doll's body was bound by black lines, but at this moment, with the explosion, all those lines were disconnected.

The middle-aged humanitarian's explosive doll blew up and fell directly to the ground, screaming in pain, and reaching out to touch the wound behind him.

And Mo Fan slowly stepped forward with a sneer and said, "Stealing chickens doesn't make rice, it's you, right?" ”

The middle-aged man endured the pain, looked up at Mo Fan in surprise and said, "You~ How did you do it?"

Mo Fan glanced at the middle-aged humanist, and then said, "You are so naïve, naïve enough to think that you can deal with me with your so-called witchcraft." No matter what method you do, no matter what kind of witchcraft you use, it is impossible to trap me. ”

The middle-aged humanist covered the wound on his back, slowly stood up from the ground and stared at Mo Fan like this, and after a while, blood slowly flowed out of his mouth, which was actually black.

I heard him spurt blood from his mouth and say with an evil smile, "Really? Well, anyway, if I plant it in your hands today, I don't think there will be much way to survive. It's better to fight you to the end.

I don't know if you've heard that there is a method of killing enemies by self-destruction in witchcraft, and it is also a very evil witchcraft, called blood curse! ”

When I heard the name, it was quite bloody and evil. I just don't know how powerful it is, of course, just because Mo Fan doesn't know doesn't mean that others here don't know.

Just the chairman Zhang, Atul and the fat man, after hearing the word blood curse, their faces changed, and even Atul's face turned pale.

"Blood Curse~~ In the witchcraft cheats, the most evil and terrible witchcraft ~" Atul said stunned.

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to the middle-aged Taoist priest and said, "If you want to use the blood curse, you must be prepared to scatter your soul, because the blood curse is not only the result of your physical death, but also at the cost of the death of your soul."

"Hehe, of course I know the consequences. It's because I know that I use it. For I know better that the power of these spells is so terrible that no one of you present can bear it. ”

While saying these words, the blood from the middle-aged humanist's mouth spurted out like a fountain. Strangely, the blood that spurted out did not fall to the ground, but all of it flowed on his chest, and then strangely spread all over his body.

It was as if all the blood had eyes, and the middle-aged humanist was quickly wrapped into a bloody man. And at this time, the thing continued to speak:

"Anyway, if I fall into your hands, there will be no good end, so it is better to use this blood curse and die with you."

After saying that, several places on his body exploded, and blood flowed out quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he was already a bloody man.

And there was no trace of life on his body, only the evil aura that enveloped his body, and the breath of blood.

At this moment, he was no longer a living person, and he had turned into an evil demon from the moment he used the blood curse.

Even the way he spoke changed, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat, as if his throat was soaked in water. The feeling of speaking like this gave Mo Fan a feeling like facing the blood demon at the beginning.

Atul looked at the blood demon who was slowly approaching Mo Fan, and said in a trembling voice: "Once the blood spell is activated, the caster's body and soul will be used as a price to turn into a blood demon. And the power of the blood demon is very strong, and even the existence of the ghost king level feels a headache.

Because they are using their own life souls to do their last desperate efforts, that is to say, once the blood demon appears, although the time is short, but the power is very strong, in that short time, it will consume the power of their life.

My grandfather told me that in a village very close to us, there was once a sorcerer who turned himself into a blood demon in order to take revenge.

In just one night, thousands of people in the entire village were killed by him, and even all the animals died. None of the lives are alive. ”

And Mo Fan sneered and said, "Yes, some time ago, I met a blood demon, who was also very powerful, but he was destroyed by me in an instant." ”

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