“…… The blood of the giant elephant, the body of the lion, and the soul of the yin spirit......"

The old woman Negro with her body slumped was deeply sunken, her face barely visible of flesh twitched, and a grim and satisfied smile came out of her mouth around Liu Sixi, who was entangled.

"Qadir told me about your breath, Outlander, and it must have been you who killed my Qadir. Now, I'll let you replace him as my new war puppet! ”

Liu Sixi gritted his steel teeth, his face was extremely gloomy, he could feel that his visualization of the method of inviting the gods was completely blocked by the black witch in front of him with the black smoke gathered by countless resentful spirits, which made his mind gradually a little sluggish.

At the same time, after those black smoke enveloped his body again, the qi and blood that he used to boil with his mental strength in the past gradually became heavy and condensed.

The strange tongue that erupted from the mouth of the giant sarcoma monster entangled him even more.

"My name is Media, a wizard of the Zuruman tribe of the Afrika continent, a foreigner, I will give you a war puppet for me, and fight and guard for my Zuruman tribe!"

The old woman's lips moved slightly, standing in front of Liu Sixi, reciting complicated and strange local language.

Then she slowly stretched out her black and thin fingers, and a black mist that seemed to be alive instantly rose and coiled around her fingertips, like a little snake with a soul, and poked towards Liu Sixi's eyebrows little by little.

This is a secret method that has been spread in the dark wizards of the wild continent of Africa to seize people's minds, the captured prey or prisoners of war, through this means to wash away the soul, and then with various drugs to wash the body, and finally poured into the totem of the wild beast soul, a tribal war puppet was born.

Enslaved and controlled by the sorcerers of the tribe, the war golem is a symbol of the power and heritage of the entire tribe.

Media naturally doesn't have a savage beast soul now, but Liu Sixi's qi and blood are strong and determined, if she doesn't start to control Liu Sixi's mind now, with the other party's means of summoning gods, I'm afraid it won't be so easy for her to subdue Liu Sixi when she turns around.

Martial arts have entered the level of boiling blood, and the muscles and flesh of the body have been practiced to the top level, such as Liu Sixi is now purely with strength, and it is also the level of the imperial martial arts, with the power of five horses galloping, and when it erupts, it is a hundred enemies and a thousand people, and it is unstoppable.

Although Black Mist Media didn't know the Imperial Martial Dao, she was so sensitive to qi and blood and various energy senses, and after almost restraining Liu Sixi, she was about to deprive the other party of her senses.

Facing the fingers of the black mist media that were constantly approaching the center of his eyebrows, Liu Sixi felt an indescribable feeling churning wildly in his heart.

It wasn't that he hadn't encountered the left side door when he was young, but the unpredictable methods of the black witch old woman in the savage tribe in front of him still made him extremely frightened.

Just as the black gas on the fingertips of Black Mist Media was like a small snake, little by little trying to penetrate Liu Sixi's eyebrows.

Liu Sixi suddenly took a breath like a whale swallowing, and the obscure blood in his whole body flowed rapidly again, and the muscles of his body swelled little by little, pushing open the tough long tongue that the sarcoma monster wrapped around his body.

The moment the black qi from the Black Mist Media's fingertips touched the center of his eyebrows, he already felt a strong and extremely painful pain, which was pain from the depths of his soul.

With difficulty, he pinched a handprint with both hands, and said with difficulty in his mouth: "The disciple looks at the blue sky, and the masters are by his side. Eighteen Arhats, twenty-four heavens. Help the disciples, teach the ruler to drag the knife, the knife is turned into goose feathers, and the iron ruler is turned into lamp grass. The stone in the center of the roll turned into a blister, and the body turned into a copper skin and iron bone, and turned into a mountain. Twelve iron hats on his head, twelve layers of iron armor, three turns of copper bag, and three ...... of iron bag

At the moment when Liu Sixi recited the mantra, there seemed to be another golden light on his body, and the black gas like a small snake that had already penetrated into his eyebrows was spinning again and again, and it seemed that he could never break through.

Media changed color, and the crutches in her other hand suddenly raised and slapped at Liu Sixi.

Boom!

The crutch in her hand that was made of unknown material suddenly came out again under this blow, and Liu Sixi felt a sharp pain that seemed to invade the bone marrow, exploding from the body to the soul.

The golden light on his body dimmed again, and seeing that the aura of the black mist Medea's fingertips like a small snake was about to break through Liu Sixi's eyebrows, a terrible howl suddenly sounded at this moment.

A sword light flew from the sky, and the tongues of more than a dozen giant sarcoma monsters wrapped around Liu Sixi's body suddenly broke off, and the green weird juice splashed everywhere, and the giant sarcoma monster quickly retracted only half of its tongue, and became extremely painful.

As soon as the sword light appeared, it did not stop, and then it flew rapidly, and with a sudden sound, it shot towards the huge head of the sarcoma monster.

"No!"

At the moment when the giant sarcoma monster's head was pierced, the movement of Black Mist Media's hand paused, and a look of pain and resentment appeared on his withered face.

But it was too late, just in an instant, the giant sarcoma monster could be called a copper wall of iron as the tough skin of the body, under this sword light, it was as easy to be pierced as if cutting tofu, and under the sharp sword light, it did not stop, and flew towards the black mist media again.

The terrible sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls suddenly covered everything.

Countless black aura rose from the black mist Medea, and just when the sword light was only a little more than a meter away from her, the black mist was like a sticky cotton ball, suddenly resisting the fierce sword light.

In the steaming black gas, the sword light revealed the prototype, but it was a two-foot-long short sword, the sword body was silver and white, as clear as snow, and it was breaking through the black mist defense little by little.

Bite!

Suddenly there was a crisp sound!

At the moment when the short sword was about to break through the black smoke aura, the crutch in Black Mist Media's hand suddenly raised and blocked the fatal blow of the short sword.

Black Mist Media flew upside down, and the crutches in her hand were flattened and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the sword light turned around and fell into the hands of an old man wearing a blue-gray robe who appeared at some point.

The old man's beard was white, his face was full of wrinkles, and he was holding a short sword at the moment, his clothes were flying, and he had a detached bearing that came from within.

"Barbarian witchcraft dares to run rampant!"

Li Xuandao's eyes were sharp, staring at the black mist media that was flying out by the short sword, and the short sword in his hand seemed to be like a dragon, constantly emitting a pleasant sword sound.

"Elder!"

Liu Sixi jumped up from the ground, and after the sword light cut off the strange tongue in the sarcoma monster's mouth, he had already broken free.

At this moment, there was a faint layer of black gas on his face, and the whole person was a little sluggish, but after seeing Li Xuandao, he was the first to pull behind the other party.

"Sword Immortal?!"

Lu Xiping, who was not far from a few people, his face became whiter and whiter, and the wound on his shoulder had become a dark purple trace, but between the fierce fight between Liu Sixi and the giant sarcoma monster, a little pale green pus flew beside him, and after he inadvertently smelled the stench, his whole body suddenly lost his strength.

However, at this moment, he didn't think about the pain in his body at all, but stared at Li Xuandaoren, and his eyes flashed with extremely complicated emotions.

The black witch Medea looked at the crutch with a painful expression, this is a totem that she brought out when she left her hometown tribe, hard as iron, unharmed by water and fire, and connected to her divine soul, but just now, it was cut by the extremely powerful sword light, and almost her entire divine soul was hit hard.

"You're all going to die!"

An incomparably resentful and strange tone came from the mouth of the black witch Media, her white eyes were crazy, painful, and bloodthirsty all kinds of negative emotions seemed to have reached the extreme, and she slowly stood up, and a large black flame seemed to emerge around her rickety body.

"Elder be careful, this is an exotic witch, and its methods are very strange!"

Liu Sixi gasped slightly, although he had broken free, he could feel the qi and blood in his body stagnating, and I was afraid that he would not be able to get better for a while.

Li Xuandao held the sword in one hand, and at this moment, the light in his eyes burst out, but the focus of his gaze was not the black witch Media, but through the black flame condensed by the other party's soul, looking farther away.

A rolling chill like an avalanche came at this time.