The status of the three of them in the Miao nationality is already noble, second only to the temple, and it is not happy to be suppressed by Ao Tianxue, but now they can no longer bear it.

The poisonous witch stepped forward, his eyes turned cold, and said: "What does Tianxue girl mean by this?" Could it be that my Miao temple descended to create sentient beings, and it also hindered the girl's failure.

"Oh." The corners of Ao Tianxue's mouth rose, revealing a faint smile, and she looked at the poisonous witch in front of her with contempt.

"Cut" the other party despised himself, the poisonous witch felt very unhappy, he was afraid that she was proud of the sky, because of his lack of strength, and today the gift from heaven has greatly increased his magic power. The poison witch lowered his head and looked at his hands, and a devastating force erupted from his body. Feeling this unparalleled power in his body, the poison witch is full of confidence. Burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, Ao Tianxue, who do you think you are, a Tianhong woman, just a foreigner, but she was named a saint by the little doll of the Holy Son, a false name, and there is really no one in our Miao tribe"

Li Wu Wenyan strode forward, looked at Ao Tianxue and snorted coldly: I have never put the temple in our eyes, since I have come to my Miao clan, let's stay. The spelling witch's expression instantly turned cold, his hands suddenly raised, and his fingers continued to seal, extremely fast. There were words in his mouth, and the air between heaven and earth changed. As Liwu cast a spell, there was a buzz above his head, and a black aura instantly appeared.

"Curse Ring" The Holy Son was shocked when he saw the aura on the top of the witch's head, and muttered: It's been hundreds of years, and the first time I saw a spell ring, there was a spell ring.

Ao Tianxue frowned slightly, the corners of her mouth rose even more, and said lightly: Similar to our martial arts cultivation condensation transformation realm? Due to the receipt of the Miao ancestral inheritance, Ao Tianxue naturally has some knowledge of witchcraft.

The Holy Son nodded and said, "So to speak!

"Interesting, it seems that the power of the Divine Stone has increased their cultivation a lot" As he spoke, his hands were quickly raised, the spell mark in his hand changed rapidly, and he recited the spell in his mouth at the same time. There was also a buzzing sound above Aotianxue's head, and a black aura appeared instantly, and before everyone exclaimed, with a buzz, another aura appeared.

The boss of the Holy Son's mouth was even more shocked in his heart, knowing that Ao Tianxue inherited the Miao inheritance, he never thought that the Miao witchcraft thousands of years ago was so powerful, and two halos appeared on the top of his head.

The heart of the poison witch below is tight, and the heart of the witch is also tight. The curse witch on the side sneered: "It's me who is good at spells, curse witch. After speaking, he stepped forward, his hands quickly sealed, the corners of his mouth rose, and he didn't read the mantra aloud.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz. Five black halos quickly appeared above the head, followed by the people around them to feel breathless, the scene in front of them was like an illusion, everyone's hallucinations were like a false dream, dreaming of terrible ghosts, and even some people began to choke their throats with their hands, trying to strangle themselves to death, and some people clasped their eyes with their fingers, and actually buckled their eyes alive, with a crazy smile on their expressions, and they didn't know the pain.

"Spells, Phantom Hell"

The curse witch used one of his three major witchcraft, the Phantom Hell, and the people present, all the people who were in the middle of the arts, if they entered the hell, they would never be able to turn over, and they would be immersed in dreams, immortal, immortal, immortal, and unconscious. ”

The Curse Witch looked up with a smile and looked at Aotian Xue. originally had a confident smile, but at the moment he saw Ao Tianxue, he froze into a dull wood, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he said in surprise: Impossible.

I saw that Ao Tianxue's arm was slightly drooping at this time, there was no seal, let alone reciting a spell, just looking at the spell with a smile. Overhead, ten black auras hovered over it, humming sound.

The moment the witch looked up, the two looked at each other. The corners of Aotian Xue's mouth opened slightly, and he poured out in his mouth: Spell, Phantom Hell.

"Nope." The curse roared, but before he could dodge, his expression instantly froze, and then he showed a look of fear, and then laughed wildly, and grabbed his face with both hands, and tore off a piece of flesh at once. Apparently fell for the spell of Aotian Xue. Take a hundred plating and read the latest chapter of "The Empress's 300-year-old Claw Book House" for free for the first time.