"I'm dying?"

The desert witch's body, trembling with excitement, instantly stiffened.

I just saw hope, and it was another blow head-on.

This huge gap may be even more painful and sad than not giving hope at all.

"Relying on this iron chain alone can cure the symptoms but not the root cause, and it will last for several years."

"What's more, this kind of life is worse than death, and this kind of hard and tormenting days is really what you want?"

The Night Chill King was unfazed, and the desert witch's expression changed again and again.

yes, what's the difference between this and a pig and dog in captivity.

Although she is provided with food every day, she is regularly checked for her health.

But if everything that the adults say is true, there is no freedom, there is no hope...... It's just a matter of breathing.

"You just said that even the top scholars can't help every gray flash......"

"So what can I do to find the right direction to get out of the deadly predicament?"

The witch was puzzled, and confusion filled her eyes again.

Ye Hanjun hooked his fingers.

"Come, come here."

"Whoa-la-"

The Desert Witch hesitated slightly, and staggered to the railing, dragging her heavy chains.

"It's really at the bottom." Ye Hanjun sighed.

The Desert Witch Clan is slender, and the upper and lower bodies can reach an astonishing 5 to 8, which is in line with human aesthetics.

The gray and glittering desert witch in front of her, although she is a little thinner and shorter, but the genes of this part have not changed.

But - the desert witch has no feet in the true sense of the word!

Their thighs are white, and they are flesh and blood.

Down from the knee joint, it is a prosthetic leg made of sand, which only has the shape of a leg, and does not have the substance of flesh and blood.

Including those bare feet, no matter how perfect the shape is, no matter how white the color is, how warm and moist it is to the touch......

Its essence is golden sand, and this cannot be faked!

However, at this moment, the witch really walked through this pair of "flowing sand legs" step by step.

This is contrary to the Desert Witch as the Night Cold, according to his understanding, the Desert Witch can walk on the ground, so that the appearance is indistinguishable from the human footsteps.

But they don't like the "leg stepping" action, preferring to break down the sand on the soles of their feet, manipulate the sand to rub against the ground, and then push their bodies forward and backward.

Because of the visual deception, when people see them, they are like female ghosts floating on the ground, and they bump into them in broad daylight, which is somewhat terrifying.

"That kind of action needs to be maintained by dividing a small part of the mind without interruption."

"I'm so weak now, walking on foot can reduce a little bit of stress......"

The witch noticed the direction of the Night Hanjun's gaze and explained embarrassedly.

"It doesn't matter." Ye Hanjun didn't care.

Examining the Desert Witch's whole body from a distance of less than thirty centimeters, he smacked his tongue and his expression gradually became solemn.

"Changing to the gray glitter of other species, to be honest, I can't do anything now, I can't help anything."

"But luckily and unexpectedly, you are a witch, and the deepest part of your bloodline is imprinted with a chaos seal called 'witch'."

"And the Wu tribe that is allied with my family is indeed a bit old."

"Over a long period of time, the race has given birth to several individuals that are not completely shining, and on this basis, we have studied the ...... in depth."

Night Hanjun stared at the witch's eyes and said without reservation:

"I have a rough idea of how to turn your blood around."

"What you need to know is, first, I have mastered the theory, I have never practiced it, and I can't guarantee a 100% success rate."

"Second, I don't make loss-making investments, and I don't have the leisure to help strange souls, get out of the sea of suffering and regain a new life, what does it have to do with me?"

"I understand." The Desert Witch bowed her head, "So, what your lord needs...... It's my faithfulness, isn't it? ”

"Shallow meaning, so to speak."

Ye Hanjun chuckled:

"But don't think too badly of me."

"Compared to my people, I am friendly and kind enough to be considered a breath of fresh air."

"The souls who can accompany me, in principle, I will not be regarded as slaves, and I would prefer to be treated as a brother or a strict teacher."

"Also, if I really become the first contract spirit corresponding to the 'Coach', a man with high wisdom, I hope to use the art of controlling sand to injure the enemy protector in battle, and be loyal to me."

"In my spare time, I will train you to be a deputy."

"I'm happy to be the shopkeeper, after all, there is no doubt that the future will be busier and busier."

"I'm very happy to have the ability to help me with my daily tasks and give me more unconstrained time."

"These seem to ...... Is this what a contract spirit should do? "The Desert Witch was a little confused.

The lord who thinks about how to put it badly before the contract seems to be a little unreliable.

"Whatever, it's not interesting to think that far ahead now."

Ye Hanjun waved his hand, took off the blood-sucking dagger on his waist, and said with a blazing gaze:

"Ready? The first "test" is about to begin. ”

"I want you to fight for some anger, because if you can't get through, you will definitely die."

"In the meantime, even if the medical holy beast teleports in front of you, it is impossible to save you."

"And if I kill the disabled soul here, I'm afraid I will be held accountable by the academy, and there will be a lot of trouble...... You know what I mean? ”

"Whew-" The witch took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

The uneasiness about the unknown between the eyebrows and eyes quickly dissipated.

What remains is the resolute color of the ship.

"Good!"

The Night Chill Monarch no longer maintained the ancient witch language, and his right hand grabbed forward, landing directly on the shoulder of the desert witch.

"My eyesight isn't strong enough to penetrate flesh and blood and see the subtle changes in living things."

"Close contact, using the palm of the hand as a medium, can expand the perception and ensure that the operation is as error-free as possible......"

Night Hanjun activated his senses with all his might, and even gave up looking around for a short time, focusing all his attention on the witch.

For the Wu clan, witchcraft is the core power, which not only supports the stable operation of their lives, but also bears the absolute value of spell casting.

And the witch power comes from the "Witch Chakra".

In the body of each witch, there are at least seven chakras of witches, from top to bottom, they are "Sahasrara", "Gbellar Chakra", "Throat Chakra", "Heart Chakra", "Navel Chakra", "Stomach Chakra", and "Sea Chakra".

"You have to hold back, the next thing I'm going to destroy your chakras, it's destined to be an experience that is worse than death."

"Destroying the chakras?" The Desert Witch's mouth opened slightly, her eyes widened, and her tail trembled faintly.

The Night Han Monarch was calm, and the left hand holding the blood-sucking dagger spun out a beautiful blade flower, and said calmly:

"There are experimental reports all over the world, which prove that the damage to the Witch Chakra must be a heavy blow to the Witch Clan."

"All seven chakras are damaged, which means that the witch body is crippled, no matter whether you were a clay sculpture or a glow before, there is no spell to cast, and you are destined to become the lowest waste."

"But—that's for normal Wicans."

"The Wu tribe of the alliance has gone through a long period of research."

"The hidden conclusion they got was that the Witch Spirit, to which the Grey Flash belonged, could escape the mechanic."

"For them, the destruction of all seven energy centers will activate a part of the hidden bloodline power, forcing the balance of the state of the body, and will not lead to real cripplement or death."

"The part of you that is activated in advance will also calm down and participate in the life support of the organism."

"And what you have to do is make sure that you are mentally stable."

"Only by surviving the pain can you enter the second stage of the reshaping process, nirvana and a new life."

Ye Hanjun's narration was orderly, and at the end of the day, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and said lightly:

"That's right, one more thing."

"If you don't survive, you'll die immediately, and if you survive but fail to complete the second stage of the ritual, you'll still explode and die in a hundred days, and there's no other way to save it."

"It's a bet you have to make, and if there's no objection, I'll do it."

"Death is a bet ......" the desert witch's eyes flashed, as if there was a battle between heaven and man.

With such a huge price, it can be imagined that the courage required to finalize it in a few words.

But there seemed to be only two paths in front of her.

Or take a gamble and look for an opportunity to break and stand up.

Either you have to get by, every day in a dark and dirty corner, do some senseless fantasies, and deceive yourself.

“…… Cast a spell, please! ”

The Desert Witch gritted her teeth and bowed her head.

"Poof!"

As the words fell, the sword flashed, and the blood-sucking dagger stabbed through the witch's hat and into her skull.

"The Sahasrara, the nerves, is the meeting point of the seven chakras, the gathering pool of spirituality."

"Poof!"

The desert witch who flashed blood from the corner of her mouth lost her eyes, and a huge bloody hole was broken in the center of her eyebrows.

"The glabellar chakra, known as the third eye of the witch clan, the intersection of the optic nerve, links the spiritual sense, transports the magic power, and the most important thing."

"Poof!"

The blade flashed three times, and the blood-sucking dagger slit the throat of the desert witch, and a cluster of goose-yellow blood spurted out.

The night cold king in front of him was unavoidable, and his upper body was soaked in blood.

The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, but he still endured the discomfort and quickly slashed the fourth knife.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

……

The sword flashed, and the afterimage was gorgeous.

The witch was able to grit her teeth at first and suffer from the pain.

When the third knife fell, it couldn't help but let out the roar of a beast, and it was extremely hoarse.

When the fifth knife fell, she couldn't hold on any longer, and with a muffled grunt, a piercing scream resounded through the cage.

"Buzz—"

The ground shook suddenly, and the sunken lines that fell in the corners shone without warning.

The airflow around his body was instantly disordered, and Ye Hanjun's eyes narrowed slightly, but the movements in his hands did not stop, but completed them at a faster speed and meticulously.

"Poof!"

The last slash fell.

At this point, the heart chakra, the navel chakra, the stomach chakra, the submarine chakra - all pierced!

A terrifying amount of bleeding, a single breath stained the desert witch's whole body.

The indescribable smell of blood, faintly mixed with the wetness of the soil after the rain, spread and became thicker and thicker.

"Buzz—"

At the entrance of the seventh floor, the silent stone statues swayed, and the dust on the surface shook wildly.

The gray-white rock texture on the surface seems to be quickly erased by an invisible palm, and the cold metallic texture becomes more and more intense.

"Qiang—"

The greatsword pulled off the ground, and the killing intent was like a flood breaking through a dam, and its momentum was unstoppable.

"Who upsets the balance of this place and seriously disturbs the crippled beast?"

"Hmm, in this direction...... Desert Witch? ”

The man in the prime of life who has recovered his flesh and blood is full of heaven and his face is like a knife.

The stars twinkled in his eyes, as if there were streaks of light.

After about half a breath, he picked up the huge iron sword and rushed in a certain direction.

"Torah—"

A dark shadow was faster than him, like a ghost, swift as lightning, and swept over the strong man's head, and disappeared in the flick of his fingers.