Fu Yixiao felt a little weird, this witch obviously spoke a language that did not belong to the Xiumen Star, but she could understand it, why was this?

For a long time, a bolt of lightning flashed through my mind. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info could it be because he devoured that ghost, so he can understand their words?

Jingchen and Alan were about to get on the road, but they were stopped by a smile, he saw that the witch did not mean to do it immediately, and it happened that he also had some doubts in his heart that she needed to answer.

"Why do you want to burn those girls?"

The woman smiled, grabbed the edge of her face with her hand, and then pulled it hard, tearing the whole face off. It turned out that she was wearing a human skin mask, and her face was the same as that of the legendary witch, black and ugly, with wrinkles crawling all over her face.

She shook a large flask she was carrying, which contained a yellow-brown liquid that looked pure and free of impurities.

"Collect the corpse oil of three more maidens, and I will be as beautiful as them. ”

This time she said the language of Xiumenxing, and the three of them understood, it turned out that this bottle contained the corpse oil of the dead girl, no wonder the deceased were all burned so thoroughly, it turned out to be because of the oil.

Alan was sick to his stomach for a while, corpse oil beauty method, should he take it internally or externally?

He smiled and looked at the table where the straw man was placed, and saw that there was a transparent glass tube under the table, and there was also a yellow-brown precipitate in it, which seemed to be used for oil extraction. The witch used their blood to put a curse on the straw man, and as the straw man was burned, the corpse oil dripped onto the table and flowed down the oil pipe into the flask.

"Why did you deliberately leave clues so that we could find you?"

"The prince will finally set foot on this small and fragile world, and then we will occupy this miserable planet, and all mortals will be slaughtered. What I have done is only a negligible exercise, more killing is coming, and your time is coming to an end. Hey, hey, hey, hahaha!"

The witch didn't seem to care who would find her, as if what she said was ten thousand times more important than her own life or death.

"Prince, what is she talking about, why does it seem to be the answer to the question?" asked Jingchen.

"It doesn't matter what she's talking about. Having had enough of the witch's nonsense, and the stench that permeated the room made him feel more and more dizzy, he raised his revolver and aimed it at the flask in the witch's hand. "Hurry up and finish the fight. ”

There was a "bang", and the bullet shattered the flask, and the corpse oil inside spilled on the ground. The glass blast stabbed the witch's hand, but the witch's attention was not on the hand injury.

"No!! bastard! you dare to ruin my hard work...... Die!!"

The witch put her hands together and let out a long scream, and a large amount of black mist was released around her body, enveloping half of the room. In the black mist, the three of them could not see the witch's movements, and could only vaguely see that she had summoned a staff and was casting a spell.

"Alan, get out of the way!"

As soon as the joke ended, a fireball shot from the staff's head in Eren's direction.

Since Eren has the intention to go to war, he has been prepared for a long time. I saw him roll on his side and easily dodge the bombardment of the fireball, and then raised his two guns and fired.

When the bullet hits the black mist released by the witch, it is instantly blocked and bounces away, and it seems that the black mist has great energy.

"Watch out for those black fogs! they look like they're deadlier than fireballs!" reminded with a smile.

Jingchen recited the scriptures silently in his mouth, and gently tapped the ground three times with his Zen stick, and the head of the Zen stick glowed with a faint golden light. He drew a semicircle of the staff and dragged it behind him, making a gesture of accumulating energy.

"Alan, take your chance!"

Jingchen secretly exerted his strength, and poured a large amount of internal force into the Zen staff along his hands. He saw that Alan had changed his bullets and was ready, so he slammed his staff on the limestone ground in front of him.

The huge impact caused the ground to crack, the rubble splattered, and the invisible internal force turned into a golden palm, pushing the crack that stretched along the ground towards the black mist.

This is one of the great masters of the Great Empty Temple, [God and Demon Swing], if you are a person with deep internal strength, the power of this blow will definitely not stop there. At the very least, an entire Buddha will be smashed out, shattering everything along the way.

Although Jingchen's internal strength foundation is not so deep, the strong wind stirred up by the golden palm can still dispel the black mist, and the witch hiding in it shows that the deity has been pushed to the wall with a palm, unable to move.

Golden opportunity!

As a shooter, Alan has a keen sense of smell, and the black fog has not yet condensed again, and the old witch is fixed on the wall and cannot move, becoming a live target. He then opened fire with two guns, one aimed at the head and the other at the heart, pouring out all the bullets in the magazine.

The witch's head was honeycombed, and blood gushed out from her chest through bullet holes. She screamed a few times, then quieter and quieter, and after a few seconds, she fell to the ground with a bang, and the black fog around her gathered again, hiding the fallen witch in it.

"Cut, the tone is not small, but the strength is so weak, it's rubbish. Alan spat and put them away with a gun with both hands. "50,000 in the account, our car has it!"

Jingchen also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the witch fall to the ground, the blow just now almost consumed more than eighty percent of his strength, if he was asked to do it again at this time, it would be him who fell to the ground, not the witch.

The three of them were about to leave, but when they finally turned around and smiled, they found something strange: Why hasn't this black fog dispersed?

Just as he was thinking, there was a sound of bones rubbing and flesh tearing through the black mist. Immediately after, an even darker figure slowly stood up in the fog.

"Be careful! she's not dead!"

Before the other two could react, the resurrected witch had two black wings on her back and slammed them hard, and the black mist swept in. Alan hurriedly turned around, it was too late to draw his gun, so he had to roll on the spot in embarrassment, and he was able to dodge the attack, but he was shocked by the explosion caused by the black fog hitting the wall, and his head hit the iron official road fiercely, and he fainted suddenly.

Jingchen didn't have such agile reflexes and skills as Allen, so he had to use his last internal force to condense a thin protective shield in front of him, but he was torn to pieces by the black mist like a mantis arm as a car. The black mist that had been stripped of some of its power hit him in the chest, and although it was not fatal, the blow still shook the seven meridians and eight veins in his body. He retreated five or six steps in a row to stabilize his body, kneeling on one knee and supporting his body with a Zen staff, having lost the ability to fight.

In order to remind the two of them that it was too late to dodge, he ate the full blow of the black mist impartially. The explosion caused a black burn on his body, which burned far hotter than ordinary flames. A smile tumbled to the ground in pain, hoping to extinguish the flames.

The demonic witch rushed over in a few steps, grabbing the smile that was at the front. I saw that at this time, she was no longer a witch, but more like a demon with infinite power. The bones of the wings were torn out of their backs, and blood was still flowing. The two arms were nearly twice as thick in an instant, the green tendons on them were bulging, and the complexion tended to be darker.

With only one hand, the witch lifted a smile to her feet off the ground. A stream of crimson flame erupted from her foul-smelling mouth, and she lit a smile along with her own hand.

"All mortals must die!"