Even the black blood that came out of a young man's face would startle me, and the fact that it was flowing down the old witch's face at this time made me a little frightened.

What I am afraid of is that this old woman is so ruthless, not only to those infant spirits on the ground, but also to me, but also to herself.

Originally, you didn't look good, but now you're disfigured, and your self-confidence in life is also a little stronger, if it's me, I'm embarrassed to show my face in front of people, and you're still here to scare people, it's really powerful.

It would be false to say that you are not afraid, because anyone who encounters such an ugly face will feel uncomfortable.

The old witch was evidently in pain, too, and she stroked her face with her hand, and the blood on her face stuck to her hand, and she wiped it off, sucked it in her mouth, and then smiled wickedly again, turned the broom upside down, and rubbed it again on the red jewel on the other end of the toilet bowl.

The gem, which had been dimmed, had been smeared with her blood and had become a seductive sheen.

This old witch is really willing to spend her blood, and actually nourishes this gem with blood, so that it can continue to play a role.

What's more, every movement of hers was done by the three old witches together, and they were all exactly the same movements, and there was no difference at all.

After the old witch quickly finished this action, she immediately put the toilet bowl upright, and the broom below stood upright and poked it on the ground.

A series of coarse and incomprehensible incantations were repeated, and the temperature of the entire stone chamber suddenly increased.

The increase in temperature surprised me, what kind of trick did this old guy use?

I looked at the old witch carefully, and was surprised to see that three small flowers had risen from the old witch's feet.

The flowers are greenish-black, constantly scurrying upward, like flickering flames.

No, it's just a flame, a subtle flame, burning hard, the flame is going up, and it is gradually burning more and more intensely.

What kind of fire is this?

My inspiration tells me that this is a spiritual fire, and its power is not even weaker than my ghost fire, purple fire, and other side fireworks.

"Demon fire, burn, burn this fearless boy, let him know that in this world, there is still a powerful demon fire!"

The old witch kept singing, and the three green-black flames burned more and more, and gradually the whole stone room seemed to be a furnace.

"Playing with fire with me? Old woman, you're still a little tender! ”

I can't help but be happy, I have three kinds of spiritual fire on my body, this old woman shouldn't know, and she actually chose to use the so-called magic fire to fight against me, it seems that this old guy has exhausted his skills and donkey skills.

"I'll show you what real fire is!"

I put one hand in the center of my eyebrows: "Hellfire, Netherworld Purple Fire, out!" ”

The black hell ghost fire and the netherworld purple fire in the eyes of the underworld respectively rushed towards the old witch with a devastating momentum, and the two demonic fires under her were entangled together, burning each other silently.

I didn't release the fireworks because I had found out that the fireworks didn't seem to be useful to the old witch.

But I also want to understand that everything in this world has mutual restraint, maybe this old thing can specifically restrain the fireworks on the other side!

In addition, there is another reason why I didn't release the fireworks on the other side, and that is that I want to subdue this magic fire!

The power of the three magic fires is so great that I don't dare to force it, but I want to try one magic fire.

So after the hell ghost fire and the other side of the fireworks entangled the two magic fires, they walked towards the last magic fire.

The last remaining old witch was powerless after casting the spell at this time, and completely relied on the demon fire to protect herself, and I walked over like this, and there was only one result, either I was burned to death by the demon fire, or the old witch died at my hands.

I released the Tiangang battle qi, and stepped on the gangbu, and the gangbu gushing out of the gangbu dissipated a small piece the moment it collided with the demonic fire.

And the demon fire didn't completely please him, and under the persecution of Gangqi, he also shrank back.

I continued to walk, and after I recovered from my injury, I was able to take 80 steps, and I was only one step away from reaching the realm of ninety-nine to one.

Ninety-nine to one, it is the entry point to open the realm of golden light, and I have never been able to advance an inch.

But eighty steps can completely deal with this demonic fire.

The rich Gang Qi is obviously beyond the old woman's cognition, because I usually use the Maoshan Skill Fight and the three spiritual fires in the Enemy Sutra, and Gangbu rarely uses it, so many people don't know how far my Gangbu has been cultivated.

Only I know that I have never given up the practice of Gangbu, which I practiced at a very young age, and I have always taken it as a compulsory subject.

It's also my biggest hole card ever, and today, I had to use it in order to submit to this fire.

After seventy steps, every step I took was extremely difficult.

But with each step, I could leave a very deep footprint on the floor of this stone chamber, and after seventy steps, I could step on the flame of a demonic fire with every step, and I walked on the green and black flames, and thus walked in front of the old witch.

The old witch looked at me in astonishment, but I stood in front of her, not paying the slightest attention to the thin claws she stretched out at me, and stooped away from them, reaching out to the ground and grasping at the demonic fire.

As a spiritual fire, the magic fire naturally ignites when encountered.

The fire burned directly down my fingers, and a scorching sensation came through my fingers.

I lifted my finger and teased it in front of the old witch, who retracted her thin palm in fear.

"No, how did you, how did you do it? How come you weren't burned by the fire? ”

I glanced at her with disdain, and a flower on the other side of the river was born in the palm of my hand, and the magic fire immediately burned on the other side of the flower.

The entire flower on the other side turned into a blaze under the burning of the demonic fire, and surrounded the demonic fire. Then they all shrank together to form a bud.

The bud retracted again and became a 'watermelon seed'.

The 'watermelon seeds' have a layer of green lingering on them, shining with a magical luster.

I took the watermelon seed back into the palm of my hand, felt it silently, and said in surprise: "You didn't expect it, and I didn't expect it, this magic fire is so different from other spiritual fires, and now, it belongs to me." ”

The old witch's face was full of disbelief, and she suddenly opened her shriveled old mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

This time, she vomited blood, not black blood, which was.

Then that black blood is another kind of blood for her cultivation, witch blood!

This old woman is actually a two-blood witch, according to legend, there is a kind of witch, half human, half witch, witch blood is the spirit, can be used as a matchmaker.

This medium is the carrier of witch introduction.