That sacrifice is still chanting the incantation, and this witchcraft must be very powerful!

I don't know what kind of witchcraft he wants to use? I must kill him before his witchcraft is launched! Otherwise, when the time comes, I will have to resist the witchcraft!

It's not that he can't escape, but if he escapes, then his previous deterrent effect on these rebels will definitely be reduced to the lowest point!

The rebel top brass can also use their escape to encourage the frightened rebel soldiers to continue the attack on Tucheng.

As soon as he escaped, all his previous efforts were wasted and in vain......

The High Priest had already seen that the Nineteen was approaching him, but he was using a spell and did not dare to move even a step.

This is the difference between a priest and a sorcerer.

Except for when using advanced meta-arts, the meta-magician did not dare to move at will, for fear of being distracted and reciting the wrong spell and being counterattacked.

Of course, after reaching the holy level, the saint yuan magician should be different. Not to mention the advanced Yuan Technique, even if it is a forbidden spell, there is no need to stand still.

Even if an ordinary meta-magician is using some third- or fourth-level mid-to-low-level meta-magic, he can completely perform it while moving.

If it is like Helian Red Sleeve and Luo Yiyi, the great yuan magicians of this level, the middle and low-level yuan techniques have reached an instantaneous effect, and they don't even need to recite spells! Even some high-level yuan techniques, they can also complete them on the move.

However, the sacrifices on the grassland are much worse, and the witchcraft above the intermediate level will not dare to move a little, otherwise the consequences of the backlash are unimaginable.

Compared to the meta-magician, the witchcraft spells of the sacrifice are more lengthy, and even if one syllable is mispronounced, it will be counterattacked. The power of witchcraft is also inferior to that of meta-magic.

A few decades ago, the Lieyang Empire conquered the grasslands and slaughtered the four grasslands to the blood.

During this period, there were several large battles, and the magic duels between the two sides of the Yuan Sorcerers and the sacrifices, each battle was won by the Yuan Sorcerer! It was precisely because of the help of the Yuan Sorcerer that a great victory would be achieved.

When the Great Priest saw Night Nineteen, he was getting closer and closer to him, and he knew that Night Nineteen must be coming for him.

If it is said that in the face of such a killing god, the mind is not shaken at all, it is simply impossible. In a panic, I almost recited the wrong spell.

Fortunately, this spell was finally coming to an end, and he quickly gathered his mind, forced his composure, and muttered incessantly, speaking quickly.

From the beginning of his apprenticeship as a sacrificial apprentice to the present, the Great Priest of Alma has never recited the mantra so quickly. If his mentor had been here, he would have complimented him.

This time, he really played extraordinary!

Towards the end of the spell, a black mist had begun to rise around the body of the Great Priest of Horma.

The black fog gradually expanded, and the color became more and more intense.

Night Nineteen tried his best to get closer to the Great Priest of Horma, but those cavalrymen, who seemed to know Night Nineteen's thoughts, began to stop them desperately.

The three commanders were no longer in the crowd, and they were sneaking up on a sneak attack. Instead, they attacked from the front side by side, attacking the Night Nineteen.

These three commanders are already nearly fifth-level martial artists, and with the addition of bloodthirsty techniques, their combat power is close to the peak of the fifth-level.

Under their desperate resistance, every step forward of Night Nineteen consumes a lot of energy.

Seeing that there were still more than a dozen steps away from the Terrible Horse, Ye Nineteen was about to fight to take another knife, using his extremely fast body speed to step forward and kill the priest!

At this moment, I suddenly heard the great sacrifice of Horma, and let out a howl that was not like a human voice!

I saw the Great Priest of Horma, throwing the pitch-black skull he was holding in both hands towards the Night Nineteen!

"Boom!"

Loud bang!

This loud noise came extremely suddenly, and a group of people who were fighting couldn't help but stop.

The moment the skull hit the ground, the skull exploded into countless pieces. With the landing place as the center, the surroundings quickly fell into darkness!

After throwing out the skull, the High Priest of Ghormo had trembling hands and panting.

The witch source power in the body was even more drained, and his face, which was originally pitch black, was already blue and white at this time.

He leaned over and trembled towards the position of the war horse beside him, just wanting to get out of the battlefield as soon as possible.

Who knew that when he pounced, he pounced. It turned out that the war horse, after hearing the explosion, was frightened and ran out.

The great priest of Hormo, at this time, his hands and feet were sore, and after he threw himself into the air, he immediately fell to the ground and fell to the ground to rob! Even the witch staff in his hand flew out.

The black fog was getting bigger and bigger, and Night Nineteen was in the middle of it at this time.

The surroundings are so dark that you can't see your fingers, although the night vision ability is extremely strong, far beyond ordinary people. But in this black fog, I can only vaguely see a little thing.

This black fog is darker than the blackest night.

Those rebel cavalry, due to the effect of bloodthirsty magic, although they were shrouded in this black mist, they did not have the slightest fear in their hearts!

Even these rebel cavalry, as if they also had the ability to see at night, actually quickly discovered the location of Night Nineteen.

Qi Qi waved the scimitar in his hand and attacked the night nineteen again.

Night Nineteen was secretly surprised in his heart, since the skull burst through the black mist, there had been no change?

This sacrifice has been chanting the incantation for so long, just to send such a black mist? Although this black mist is very dark and weird!

Before he could carefully analyze the sacrifice, what was the effect of emitting this black mist? The rebel cavalry came up again.

In the black fog, the tragic fight began again.

Since I can't see the outside for the time being, I can't find the location of the sacrifice. Night Nineteen simply settled down and concentrated on dealing with these rebel cavalry!

Up to now, the entire rebel cavalry team has grown from nearly 100 people at the beginning to only more than 20 people.

Led by the three commanders, the rebel attack was still strong.

These cavalrymen seemed to be tireless, judging by the speed with which they swung their scimitars, from the beginning to the present, they were almost always in the top of their game!

Several more rebels were killed and wounded, and the black fog in the field became even thicker.

Just as he was fighting, Ye Nineteen suddenly felt that there seemed to be some cold air in the air.

This cold aura is getting stronger and stronger. Later, it almost feels like you're in an ice cellar, and it makes your hair stand on end!

Even the rebels who had been subjected to bloodthirsty spells seemed to have a look of fear in their eyes.

A commander in front of the night nineteen was stimulated by the cold air, and the spirit spirit shivered, and the scimitar in his hand also deviated slightly.

How could Ye Nineteen let go of such a great opportunity? His wrist shook sharply, and even in this black mist, the water cutter brought out a small touch of light and shadow.

"Ahh

The blood in his chest shot out, spraying a large area in front of him with blood red.

As soon as the blood spurted on the ground, a mutation suddenly appeared.

Ye Nineteen suddenly felt the ground under his feet tremble violently, as if something was underground, climbing up!

Leaping to his feet, he dodged a few scimitars that slashed at him, and took the opportunity to leave his original position, taking the time to glance at the place out of the corner of his eye.

I saw that on the ground, a huge black palm suddenly stretched out.

The huge palm was scratching everywhere, and an unlucky rebel happened to be caught by this big hand, and was stopped and held in that big hand.

The rebel struggled, screaming and screaming. With the scimitar in his hand, he slashed at this huge black palm.

"Zheng!"

The scimitar didn't slash into the huge palm, but bounced off as if it were slashing at a metal heavy armor.

The ground cracked rapidly, and the mountains shook for a while.

Another huge black palm stretched out, and with a hard squeeze, a large layer of soil on the ground was lifted and flew in all directions.

Huge earth and rocks flew in all directions, and a group of people took refuge.

Immediately, a huge head came out of the ground.

That hand was pushed hard again, and the crack in the ground became even bigger!

"Roar!"

A low, muffled roar.

A black giant emerged from the ground.

The black giant was more than a foot tall, and the rebel cavalry, even on horseback, could only be as tall as his thighs.

This black giant is still covered in tattered armor, and there are two clouds of phosphorus fire in the sockets of a pair of eyes!

Black gas kept spewing out of his nostrils, and from time to time he let out a muffled roar or two!

Just as the black giant drilled out of the ground, the black fog around him actually began to fade.

What kind of monster is this? How did it end up here?

Even those rebels who had been buffed by the bloodthirsty spell were afraid from the bottom of their hearts at this time, stopped their attacks, and all looked at the black giant.

The rebel who was caught in the palm of his hand by the black giant continued to struggle. With a single stroke of the scimitar, he slashed at the black giant's fingers.

There was a tingling sensation in his fingers, and it was only at this time that the black giant felt that the little thing in his hand was using something, and it kept chopping on his hand.

When he saw that he was holding a flesh-and-blood creature in his hand, the black giant opened his bloody mouth and stuffed half of the struggling rebel into his mouth.

"Crunch!"

A tooth-aching chewing sound.

The black giant bit off half of the rebel's body in one bite.

Blood gushed down the corners of his mouth.

After chewing a few bites, it seemed to taste good, and I put the remaining half of my body into my mouth.

After chewing twice, one mouth, and with a "poof", he spat out the armor worn by this rebel.

The black giant tasted the deliciousness of flesh and blood and seemed to be addicted to it.

Lowering his head and looking around, when he saw more than two dozen cavalrymen, the green phosphorus fire in his eye sockets shone even brighter.

Bending down and stretching out his huge palms, he grabbed at the group of rebels again.

Under the influence of bloodthirsty magic, these rebels have already feared in their hearts. But when he saw his companions being eaten alive by the giant, he also understood that the black giant had taken these people as food.

Who is willing to stand still? These rebel cavalry have already put down their attack on Night Nineteen! Instead, they are rushing towards the black giant!

Above the city, Helian Red Sleeves saw the black fog rising in the distance, and then a huge black giant emerged, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Hell General!"

After hearing his sister's exclamation, Helian Thrush grabbed his sister's little hand and couldn't help but tighten it, and asked urgently, "Sister, what is that huge thing?"

When Helian Red Sleeves saw the black giant, his face changed color.

"This is a kind of grassland black witchcraft, a forbidden way of cultivation! Just like the dark master of the Central Plains! Who dares to practice such black magic?!"