It seems that this behavior of Wu Qi can be said to be meaningless. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info because of the black light he slashed out, which made the black blade shrink a little, and even Luo Ji's fur was not hurt.

In fact, Wu Qi didn't think about what damage those three black lights could do to Luo Ji, because those black lights were actually not real attacks in the first place. While those few may seem sinister, they are only a prelude to the spell that Witch is about to cast. How could the witchcraft that could make Wu Qi sacrifice the knife with his own blood only have a little power.

Sure enough, after Luo Ji easily dissolved the two black lights, Wu Qi's expression did not change at all. Holding the curse knife, he methodically drew out a lot of lines that looked extremely distorted, and those lines had not yet taken shape, so that everyone else felt swept by a cold and vicious force just by looking at them.

"In the tenth year of Taihao, there was a hideous beast covered with black bone spurs in the far north, leading the boundless black snow to dabble in the north of the human race. The tribes of the human race, large and small, have no casualties, and the souls of the deceased people are completely gone.

Ancestral Palace's Witch Edict.

Lingbu Wuzun, return to the underworld. With the spirit, ban, and Zhurong, four hundred and twenty-three people, went to northern Xinjiang. At this time, Wu Qi was in the void array, and at the same time, he was singing a story that no one knew. Even if this was not the end, he could still free his hand to slash out a black light towards Luo Ji, so that Luo Ji's speed of slashing that sword had to slow down.

And as he chanted, a line of people walking forward against the black wind and snow appeared on top of those twisted lines. Although they didn't know or see clearly the group of people who were walking against the black wind and snow, Wang Ji and the others who were bystanders knew that that group of people was the Lingbu Wuzun and his party that Wu Qi sang. Not only because of the words of the witch's chant, but also because since the appearance of that picture, everyone who saw it knew their identity from the bottom of their hearts, and there was no reason.

"Returning to the Underworld Witch Venerable cooperated with the three Wuzhu Fighting Beasts in the northern frontier, and fought seventy-one battles, with three hundred and nineteen dead.

In the end, the traumatic beast got a little real blood between its eyebrows, and then it knew its name - Xuan Ming.

The Returning Witch Venerable and the remaining Witch Zhu set up a large array, and one hundred and three Witch Blessings sacrificed their bodies to achieve a spell to kill the Xuanming. At this point, the story is sung, and the twisted lines carved by Wu Qi's men have become a tragic sacrifice scene. And Luo Ji finally rushed into the ten zhang place in front of Wu Qi under the obstruction of Wu Qi's black light.

Wu Qi looked at Luo Ji, who was no longer half the size of the black blade of the imperial envoy, and there was a cold aura on his body: "Do you know why I said this!"

Although it seemed that Wu Qi was questioning Luo Ji, Wu Qi didn't give Luo Ji a chance to speak at all, so he continued to talk on his own.

"Because that Xuan Ming is not only good at attracting wind and snow, it is also good at driving away the underworld. The reason why those who are killed by it have no souls is because their souls are eaten by it. And the reason why it killed three hundred and nineteen witches is because it is better at driving away the ghost tide than you, the ghost king! The boundless black snow is all transformed by the ghosts it eats, and it is even more linked to its life, and there is no hope of killing it at all.

But even so, it was still dead, along with its ghost tide.

Although I am not the one who has returned to the underworld, and there are no one hundred and three great witches around me to sacrifice themselves, the witch spell I cast is enough to kill you. Because, you're not the one who can associate your life with the ghost tide!"

Where can Luo Ji still care about talking to Wu Qi at this time, he only feels that his veins that are no longer beating are beating wildly, and the sense of crisis that is so strong that he is about to suffocate him is about to crush his mind into countless pieces.

"Ah!! die!"

The distance of ten zhang on weekdays, not to mention for a ghost king like Luo Ji, even for ordinary human cavalry, is only a few breaths of effort. But now, this last ten zhang distance makes Luo Ji feel so far away, as far away as the ends of the earth.

In fact, Luo Ji is not the only one who feels the crisis, even Fuyao, who is still some distance away from Luo Ji, has a feeling of impending disaster at this time. When they saw the sacrificial scene composed of those lines made up of the void of witch prayer, they also discovered the source of their feelings.

I also saw Wu Qi's action of stabbing the spell knife in his hand into the pair of lines when he faced Luo Ji who was rushing towards him. At this time, even if they didn't know what those lines were, there was a voice in their hearts telling them that they would never let Wu Qi use that spell knife to kill Luo Ji. Otherwise, their lives will never be saved.

At this point of life and death, they no longer cared about the question of whether they would destroy the magic weapon they had spent countless years refining, and the 'Thousand Families', 'Ten Thousand People's Umbrellas', and 'Undispersed Grievances' all went to Luo Ji's body.

Originally, the speed at which Wu Qi's spell knife absorbed those lines could be said to be extremely fast, but before Wu Qi's spell knife could absorb those lines that made up the picture, Luo Ji's body had already been covered with several layers of defense.

However, even so, it was impossible for Wu Qi to give up the spell he had prepared, and his spell was originally aimed at the entire ghost tide and Luo Ji, he didn't think that just a few more layers of defense could block his spell.

When the spell knife absorbed all the lines, Wu Qi held the spell knife in his hand and drew half an arc, and slashed at Luo Ji, who was already rushing in front of him.

"Curse!" The moment the curse knife was swung down, it seemed that a voice was roaring, but if you listened carefully, it was as if it had never appeared. At the same time, everywhere that could be seen from the front of Wu Qi, the space seemed to freeze for a moment.

A small but abrupt voice suddenly sounded, breaking the strange state. Following the sound, it turned out that the black blade that bore the brunt of the attack was broken and shattered like a real sword under the "Spell of the Underworld".

With the shattering of the black blade, the space that seemed to be frozen also moved instantly.

Among the three defenses that protected Luo Ji, on the "Wanmin Umbrella" at the front, the originally dazzling glow turned into a residual candle in the wind in an instant, and only a thin layer of shallow halo that was almost invisible was extinguished.

The treasure clothes called "Thousand Families" are also not much better than the Luo umbrella in front. The treasure clothes that were attached to the good wishes of thousands of families, under the power of the "Spell of the Soul", were almost exhausted in just an instant, and almost turned into an ordinary hundred clothes. But even if it's not completely destroyed, it's almost like being turned into a piece of waste.

As the owners of these two magic weapons, Wang Ji and Shensheng, the moment they were hit hard, they were already spurted out of a mouthful of bright red blood with a little steam. Just this time, they can be said to have buried their most important magic weapon and hundreds of years of Taoism.

And after these two magic weapons, Ma Zhongyi's "non-dispersal of grievances", which can be said to be a magic weapon, is a bit eye-catching. None of the two magic weapons that were used specifically for defense could block the power of the "Spell of the Underworld" for a moment, and they were actually blocked for nearly a breath.

However, as the price of blocking nearly one breath, Ma Zhongyi almost didn't fill in his life. Even if he severed the connection between himself and the "unresolved grudge" in time, he was almost beaten back into a complete corpse.

After shattering the last obstacle that stood in the way of the ultimate goal, Luo Ji, the power of the "curse" finally really touched his goal. At this moment, as Luo Ji's greatest protection, the "ghost cloud" above Luo Ji and the ghost tide was so thin that only a layer that barely lasted was left, and the power of the "curse" that had originally broken through the three layers of defense and became a lot weaker suffered the greatest loss, and the remaining strength was less than thirty percent of the original.