Xiao Mo'er pursed his lips and was silent, but he also knew that he was a little impulsive, but he was mainly afraid of Xiao Xian'er Moji, and he would refrain from it one by one.

Looking at Xiao Xian'er's pale face, he was very distressed.

This is his brother!

And just as the two of them spoke, the talisman cloth in Xiao Xian'er's hand had been drawn.

And because he had shed too much blood, his face was a little pale, but he didn't cry out in pain, just gritted his teeth and sat up cross-legged.

Spells in the hands and talismans on the lips.

It's not a spell that's too powerful, and it doesn't require any spiritual power.

It's just that it took a long time to cast, and the spell was written for several pages, and the rune was obscure and difficult to read, smellier and longer than the footcloth of the grandmother in the house, and he still deliberately memorized it several times before reciting it.

At this time, I read it too quickly and mispronounced, so I read it carefully and carefully, and if I mispronounce a word, the whole process will be in vain.

Fortunately, he was born with a special love and spirituality for immortal arts, so although this spell was extremely long, he still recited it smoothly.

But the more he read about it, the more he felt breathless.

The rune cloth in front of him, the spell that had already attached him fluttered slightly, gently spinning in mid-air, forming a circular vortex.

And Xiao Xian'er's body also began to form an invisible true qi current, but that air flow suppressed him so uncomfortably.

Biting his lip, he didn't say anything, just silently withstood the pressure, no matter how difficult it was, he had to carry it down, and giving up halfway was not his character.

Xiao Feng'er, the little demon on the side, watched Xiao Xian'er's face become more and more pale, and big drops of sweat fell down her forehead, so anxious that she didn't know what to do, but she also knew that at this time, they couldn't help at all, so they could only do it in a hurry.

The more Xiao Xian'er read it, the slower and slower it became, and he only felt that every time he read one more word, his chest was suppressed a point, and he was sweating, and he almost had an urge to give up.

But Zuihou, still the mind conquered everything, he gritted his teeth, and finally finished reciting a spell of Zuihou.

With both hands, he pushed towards the rune cloth, only to see that the rune cloth that had formed a circular vortex suddenly magnified tenfold, and then flew towards the iron cage.

The blood-colored rune shone red and shrouded under the iron cage.

The silver-black iron cage suddenly looked like red-hot iron, almost transparent, and then a faint sizzling sound sounded.

Everything is back to the way it was.

The strip of cloth covered with charms fell gently to the ground.

And the spell on it magically disappeared, and the gray cloth strip was clean.

The eight ancient centipedes felt that the spell that suppressed their demonic energy disappeared, and they couldn't help but quickly fly out of the iron cage and flew next to the little fairy.

Xiao Feng'er's little demon also quickly ran to Xiao Xian'er's side.

Xiao Xian'er opened her eyes, and was about to smile proudly and show that she had won again elegantly, but the corners of her mouth were hooked, and the person had already fainted.

With the excessive blood loss and the weight of the spell, he was already exhausted.

When this relaxation was achieved, the man fainted.

"Little fairy!" The little devil hugged the fainting little fairy and called nervously.

Xiao Feng'er glanced at Xiao Xian'er, didn't think much about it, looked at Xiao Mo'er, and her face was neat: "He should have lost too much blood, and he is overdrawn, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, first escape with Xiao Xian'er on his back!" ”