"There's something weird in your hands!" the layer of green energy turned into a mist that trapped her like a rope, drawing the magic from her body at the same time.

A smug smile appeared on the man's face, and he lifted his sleeve slightly. On his left hand he wears a glove made of turquoise silk thread, on which are six large and small beads, in the order: green, green, green, gray, gray, green.

But the strange thing is that there are three beads on the man's biss gloves in front of him, which are shining at the same time.

"Little girl, let you die clearly! You have this sixth-level primordial stone that I only recently obtained, and the skill it has is called Death Bondage. As long as the person who is hit by this skill will produce a layer of acid mist on his body, not only will he be restrained in his movements, but he will gradually die like you are now. The man said this as he pointed to the green rough stone on Bess's glove.

He walked to Leng Wushuang's side step by step, and he walked around Leng Wushuang's side, looking up and down as if he were looking at a work of art.

"How the hell did you do it, why didn't I feel it at all when you released the Primordial Skill on me?" Leng Wushuang asked suspiciously.

"Hahaha...... It's very simple! Do you see two gray rough stones? Both of them are wind type rough stones, and the skills they contain are the same one, hidden aura. I wasted my two primordial stone holes to barely be able to use this wind skill, how about it?surprise?haha......" He stared at Leng Wushuang and laughed wickedly as he showed off his intelligence, his eyes already narrowed into a slit.

"It's really a great beauty, but it's a pity! You're on the wrong side, why don't you follow me?" I'll plead with you to the boss and let him let you go?"

Leng Wushuang immediately invoked the magic power in his body, but when the magic power moved, the green mist would immediately drain the magic power he had summoned.

"You don't have to struggle, with your strength, it's impossible to break my original stone skill!It's a pity, if that guy doesn't go, there may be a chance to combine the strength of the two of you, but he left you, a little beauty, and left!hahaha......" His hand gently touched Leng Wushuang's tender white cheek.

The man looked at her gaze and looked at the spear in his hand, he smiled and said, "Oh, how can I let you hold such a dangerous thing in your hand!"

After saying that, he directly grabbed the pitch-black spear and looked at it.

When he held the spear with both hands and watched, the cold sky was like a magnet, sucking it into his hand, and he couldn't shake it off.

"What exactly did you do with this gun and why did it happen. The meridians on his hands had turned black, or rather, the black energy was flowing down his meridians to all parts of his body.

"I'm sorry! Not anyone can touch this cold sky of mine, especially the Creator. At this time, the man's body was already a little deformed, his face was covered with purple and black intersecting meridians, and his eyes were protruding and swollen like toads.

"What the hell is this?" he said in a strange tone, as if he had been grabbed by the throat.

Leng Wushuang just stared at him, but he didn't answer him at all.

After a while, the man fell directly to the ground, his leg bones as if they had long been decayed, and the muscles were directly shattered. The moment he fell to the bottom, a dull sound came from him, like smashing an apple.

At this time, the layer of green mist beside Leng Wushuang also disappeared, and Leng Wushuang put away the cold sky, took two steps back, and leaned on the stone pillar behind him. A thick gasp came from her mouth, and only weakness and exhaustion could be seen on her face.

On the other side, the priest led Mo Xiaoxiang straight to Mo Fei's room.

However, it is strange that he did not encounter any people who ambushed him along the way, which made the sacrifice even more vigilant.

It's just that his vigilance seems to be in vain, because there really isn't any enemy along the way. In front of him is a small courtyard, and the sacrifice is outside the courtyard, and you can clearly feel that the wind attribute energy inside the house is far more dense than outside the house, which can completely indicate that Mo Fei is inside.

"Master, promise me, don't kill my second uncle!" Just as the sacrificial priest was about to rush in directly, Mo Xiaoxiang grabbed him, and saw the family affection in his eyes, and saw that he couldn't bear it.

"If he is willing to abandon evil and follow good, I promise you to spare him a life, but if he is stubborn, then ......" He said, before he could speak, a dark energy traveled directly under his feet, like a whirlpool, directly binding his feet.

The power of the Holy Flame erupted at the first time of the sacrifice, and the biggest nemesis of darkness is the light, and the power that surpasses the light is the Holy Flame.

When the golden flame burned on the sacrificial body, a dark shadow appeared in front of him, and this person was the man in black who had spoken to Mo Fei earlier.

"It's really not simple, it turned out to be the power of the Holy Flame, no wonder he was invited by the little young master of the Mo family to be a helper!" The man in black recognized the attribute he was using at a glance, and this alone made the sacrifice have to be guarded against.

"Who are you, and what is your purpose?" asked the priest directly.

The man in black didn't seem to have come to fight with the sacrifice, he turned sideways and crossed his waist with his hands on his waist, and asked with a lazy look, "Aren't you afraid that she will be in danger if you leave your companion like this?"

Seeing that the other party was so relaxed, he also relaxed his spirit, shook his hands and feet, and said, "Let me ask you a question! Which one is better than you who plays with plants?"

The man in black replied directly, "He's just one of my subordinates, can't you feel the difference in strength between me and him?"

Sacrificial Priest took a deep breath and said, "Then I'll rest assured! I'll tell you the truth, I don't have a lifelong certainty of fighting Wushuang, but I have confidence in you!" said Sacrificial Priest, pointing at the man in black.

"Young man, it's a good thing to have faith, but don't forget one sentence, Jiang is still old and spicy!But I appreciate people with courage, why don't you do it for me, I can guarantee the safety of this child next to you, how about it?" The man in black kept a certain distance from the sacrificer, and he walked around the sacrifice as he spoke.

"Yes, yes, it's a pity that my pay is more expensive, I'm afraid you can't afford it!" Sacrificial Priest once again entered the battle mode, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, and his footsteps moved with the footsteps of his opponent.

As for the actions of the man in black, how could he, as a swordsman, not understand that this was by observing the opponent, looking for the opponent's blind spots, and measuring the attack distance of the battle.

Although these details may not seem to be of much use, at the moment of real engagement, whoever can take the slightest advantage can often have more opportunities.

The priest knew that this guy in front of him was definitely not simple.