"Hit the mark!"

Yong Bowen had such an idea in his mind, and he immediately struggled to shake his body, and the talisman attached to the dark part of his body immediately attacked.

It has almost become Yong Bowen's habit to have a few talismans on his body that can be triggered at any time, and this time before the action, he deliberately adjusted the talismans on his body, mainly fire talismans and wind talismans, to suit the needs of indoor combat.

Once these talismans are used, it means that he is in danger of being in close combat, so using the fire and wind talismans can not only hurt the enemy, but also cause fire to create chaos.

Raging flames emerged from all parts of the body, and the whirlwind protruded, rolling the flames, and the dazzling points of light flew in all directions along the momentum of the whirlwind like a splash of boiling water, and wherever they fell, they would turn into flames in the muffled sound of the tent.

In just the blink of an eye, Nuoda's luxurious bedroom has turned into a sea of fire.

The fire hydrant on the roof of the chamber opened with the shrill sound of sirens, spilling a thin stream of cold water into the flames below.

The three people who were tightly entangled in Yong Bowen were squeaked by the sudden flames, and the pungent smell of burnt paste was accompanied by green smoke.

The three of them shouted in panic, but no matter how the flames burned, they just stubbornly refused to let go.

Yong Bowen himself pre-pasted a fire avoidance charm, don't worry about the situation that everyone and themselves were injured together with the Five Thunder Talisman Charm before, seeing that the three of them refused to let go, they secretly recited the Clear Fire Mantra, and the flames exploded with a bang as if they had suddenly ignited a powder keg under the urging of the spell, and the huge fireball expanded rapidly in the room like the rising sun, devouring everything they touched.

By the time the flames had subsided, there was no furniture in the room, only piles of ashes, the walls of which had been blackened and the expensive tapestries burned along with the ashes, revealing a cracked concrete surface.

The three people who were tightly wrapped around Yong Bowen's body were the first to bear it, and they were all burned to a charred black color, and under the serious injury, they could no longer entangle Yong Bowen, and they all loosened and fell.

Yong Bowen grabbed Christian, stepped forward, and slammed into the window.

Now, the sneak attack has turned into an open robbery, and naturally it can no longer sneak away as originally planned, so it can only be said about breaking out as soon as possible.

This grappling is a long story, but in fact it is extremely short, it is really as fleeting as lightning, from Yong Bowen jumping down and being entangled, to burning the bedroom, getting rid of the entanglement, a total of no more than twenty seconds, carefully calculated that it took Yong Bowen the longest time to recite the spell.

Yong Bowen rushed to the window, and was about to break out of the window, when he suddenly heard a crisp sound, the window shattered, and a black light broke through the window and shot straight into his chest. Yong Bowen was shocked, and he didn't have time to stop for a while, so he had to lean back hard, and the black light flew over with a whining sound against his face, the speed was unbelievably fast, and there was a faint rancid smell.

Immediately after, one black light after another shot in, completely sealing his way forward.

Yong Bowen simply fell backwards and fell to the ground on his back firmly.

The dozen or so black lights flew above him, snatching and nailing into the south wall.

There was a boom, and the walls on the east and west sides of the bedroom crumbled, and the stones flew to the ashes, filling the room with smoke and dust.

A strong wind swept by, blowing the smoke and dust clean.

Yongbo Wen Dingqing took a look, and saw several people behind the collapsed walls on both sides, all holding staff and wearing black robes, all of whom walked in neatly, forming a semi-circle encirclement.

The shooting outside the window had stopped, and there were a dozen long black arrows nailed to the south wall opposite, with a disgusting layer of gooey green hair on the middle arrow, and some suspiciously shaped gray-green slag falling out. Those slags fell to the ground but restless, struggling and wriggling, they were insects the size of rice grains, but they couldn't see what they looked like from a distance, just watching them pile up in the corner of the wall, extremely disgusting.

The group of black-robed wizards surrounded Yong Bowen and immediately waved his staff and began to chant incantations.

Yong Bowen raised Christian in his hand high, wanting to signal that there were hostages on his side, and he wanted to be cautious.

But as soon as he lifted Christian up, he heard a whoosh, and a black light shot from the window, from top to bottom, and smashed Christian's head, and the arrow sank deep into the cavity.

Yong Bowen couldn't help but be stunned, and saw the headless corpse in his hand dancing endlessly, quickly turning into a strange dark green.

The dark lines spread along the neck to all parts of the body, and immediately cracked into fist-sized openings, which were like the mouth of some monster full of sharp teeth, and kept opening and closing to bite, making a whining sound like crying.

Yong Bowen hurriedly threw the corpse towards the black-robed wizard who surrounded him.

But the corpse was still about half a meter away from the wizards, and it stopped moving as if it had hit an invisible wall, slowly sliding to the ground, and struggling to get up on all fours.

Its entire body swelled rapidly, and in a moment it became a giant nearly three meters high, and the cracks on its body opened one after another, making a penetrating gurgling and grinding sound, and the green viscous saliva kept flowing out along the cracks, and soon accumulated a thick puddle under its feet, with a pungent smell.

Until now, if Yong Bowen can't figure it out, it's not dull but an idiot.

Christian, as the crown prince of the Australian Mage Association, naturally won't be killed like garbage.

Obviously, the one he caught was a fake stand-in, and the other party was likely to find out about his actions, so he hid the real Christian and made a fake one to ambush him, the sneak attacker.

Now, the other party has successfully achieved its goal.

Yong Bowen was so suppressed by the magic arrows that came from time to time outside the window that he fell to the ground and didn't dare to get up, and the black-robed wizards who surrounded him had formed a solid magic barrier, and a corpse monster that was obviously made of necromantic magic was also placed in the barrier circle.

What's worse is that the other party doesn't seem to have any intention of capturing alive, the black-robed wizards behind the barrier are obviously brewing offensive killing moves, judging from the speed of chanting the spell and the time spent, once this move is issued, it is basically nirvana - although I don't know much about Western magic, but the most basic one of the Yongda Heavenly Master still knows, the longer the spell, the stronger the power, so the forbidden spell level spells have to be recited for at least half an hour, Of course, there seems to be no one in the Western magic world today who can issue the legendary super forbidden spell with the same effect as a nuclear bomb, just like the Eastern magic world, the Western magic world is also declining, a long time ago, although the Holy See couldn't summon the boss God, but it was still very easy to summon a few angels, but now I heard that the Pope can't summon the winged birdmen.

The corpse monster covered in green water shook its body, approaching step by step, its body was still expanding, especially its stomach was swollen like a ball, and its belly was even transparent, and it was vaguely visible that the organs inside seemed to be alive and seemed to be beating, like a monster with teeth and claws.

Yong Bowen took a deep breath, quietly pressed a button on the sword box, then took out the pure gold talisman and pasted it on his arm, burned two more talismans to swallow the ashes into his stomach, and thrust his backhand into the ground under him, and stabbed into the tight cement floor as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.