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Chapter 228 The power of death

Nine-tailed Empress?

I immediately remembered the nine-tailed white fox on the moonlit night. Could it be her?

The cat slave shrank, his eyes showed a hint of awe, and he whimpered in his throat, wandering.

Nangong Feiyan's hand flashed with white light, and her eyes stared at the cat slave without a moment. The magician's face was shrouded in his cloak, but he smiled coldly. He suddenly chanted the spell in a low voice. The cat slave was immediately manic and uneasy, screaming and screaming nonstop. He took two steps back, as if he wanted to escape, but finally he could not resist the power of the spell. He screamed and jumped up regardless of his life.

Nangong Feiyan's eyes turned cold, and the white light in her hand immediately turned into a nine-tailed white fox in the blink of an eye. She was several meters tall and white all over her body. The light flashed. She slowly opened her eyes and stood up. Looking at the cat slave, a terrifying power suddenly emanated from her body, which made people feel worshipped at first sight.

The nine-tailed white fox's eyes were peaceful and quiet, full of strange power. Under the intimidation of the nine-tailed white fox, the cat slave suddenly turned out and then fell to the ground. The nine-tailed white fox looked down at the cat slave, like a sacred and great mother, looking at a child who was timid and blamed himself because of his naughtiness.

The cat slave's fierce gaze gradually calmed down. The magician looked cold. He looked at the sacred and inviolable nine-tailed white fox and took several steps, stroked his hands and spewed out several mouthfuls of blood, trying to use blood as a match to drive the cat slave.

But the cat slave's fierceness was already submerged by the nine-tailed white fox. He growled uneasyly at the beginning, his face changed continuously, and he wanted to jump up and go crazy several times, but in the end he could not resist the pressure of the nine-tailed white fox. He obediently leaned on the ground, whimpering in his mouth, his sharp teeth and claws gradually retracted, and there was no idea of ​​fighting.

Seeing this, Nangong Feiyan flew out again from where he started his hand, and penetrated through nine parts of the cat slave's body. The cat slave screamed and his body was unable to move immediately, and was firmly nailed to the ground by the nine silver needles.

In this way, no matter how the magician drove him, the cat slave did not respond at all.

At this time, the black ball flying in the sky had been wiped out by the three of us. The magician had to use black energy to exert the black air, quickly flew towards the feather hand, and slashed the magician's right arm and elbow with just one knife!

The magician screamed and staggered back a few steps. At the same time, a black air surged out from the broken arm and instantly turned into the shape of the magician. With a few ferocious roars, he rushed straight into the cracks in the deep valley.

But I could tell at a glance that this guy was definitely not sucked in by the crack, but wanted to take the opportunity to escape!

When he and Nangong Feiyan came out of the crack underground, they would understand that the crack did not pose much threat to him, and there were countless unjust souls under the crack. If he was let go, he would definitely be letting the tiger return to the mountain. As long as he successfully escaped, it would be another disaster in a while.

So I hurried forward to stop me, but I was one step slower. Before I could even draw the blood curse, I was hit by the soul that flew out of my body!

Before I blurted out my voice, I was taken in mid-air by him and flew backwards. Suddenly, I felt empty under my body. When I looked down, I was shocked.

Just below me, there was the deep valley crack, with gusts of cold wind below, ghost sounds chirping, and strange noises...

Everyone exclaimed in surprise. Nangong Feiyan turned to rescue him, blurted out the knife and slashed at the evil magician. Mo Xiaobai screamed in dismay: "Cousin..."

However, all this is useless. The evil spirit's smile echoed in his ears. He said hatefully: "Little boy from the Han family, I want you to know that you can't kill me, and my soul will be immortal..."

He firmly strangled my body, and I couldn't move at all for a moment, so I just fell into the abyss with him. When my body was falling, Chang Hunter just climbed up from the cliff, but looked at me in surprise and fell down...

As if we were welcoming me, at this moment, a black air suddenly surged into the abyss. Nangong Feiyan had just flew to the point where she could not stand in the black air. She screamed and a white light flashed, but she could only escape from afar.

I was in the dark air, and my soul was even more restless, and my body was covered with coldness. If I had not practiced the painting scroll of heavenly calligraphy, I was afraid that this would be lost and I would fall into this dark abyss forever.

The wind was howling in my ears, and the laughter of the magician echoed in a trance. I slowly woke up. When I opened my eyes, I saw myself walking and falling in a black fog. Below was a dark fog, and I couldn't see the situation clearly. Only the strange noise mixed in the black fog reminded me that this was probably the abyss leading to the gate of hell.

My strength gradually recovered, but there was no place to leverage my strength around me. Even if I wanted to find a way to escape, I could not help. In a hurry, a black light suddenly flew down from the sky. With a loud sound, it was inserted into a raised cliff not far below me, but it was Xiang Yu's long black knife.

It was time to say that, maybe it was because my life should not be lost. At this moment, I fell here, stretched out my hand in panic, grabbed the long knife, and kicked the cliff at the same time. With the help of power, I just turned over and landed on a rock that was more than ten meters below the cliff.

This is really a desperate situation, but when I looked up, I saw a black fog above and below, and I didn't know where I was. The magician turned into a ball of black air in front of me and rushed forward, gritting his teeth, clearly trying to kill me and then hurry up.

I subconsciously pulled out the long sword, but I felt extremely heavy when I started. When I looked down, I realized that the long sword seemed to be not a metal object. It was dark all over, without any sharp edges or blades, but there was a strange aura all over my body.

I felt it carefully, and my heart suddenly became shaking. The long sword was carrying the breath of death.

This long sword is indeed strange. No wonder it is not affected by the strange suction force underground. It is just that the knife is too heavy. It is okay for me to pick it up, but if I want to wave it against the enemy, it will be not very flexible. Thinking about it, it will simply continue to insert it on the ground. The tip of the blood jade ring pops up, and I stare at the magician intently, ready to fight the enemy at any time.

The magician floated around in the air, as if he didn't want to run for a moment, but he sneered: "The little boy from the Han family, I didn't expect that the taboo master would have fallen to the point of relying on others to help today. It's so pitiful and ridiculous. It's better to let go of your ancestors' faces. Why not follow me and jump into this abyss of hell. Below you can get a new life and gain the power you want..."

His soul drifted, his voice was ethereal and ethereal, and it came from the black fog, causing empty echoes, and it was as terrifying as the soul of the evil ghost in hell.

I didn't look like this, stared at him coldly, and said slowly: "Your little tricks are not effective for me. Since you know that I am the Han family, you should know that the Han family is determined and it is not embarrassing to ask for help from the taboo master. I think that as long as you can eliminate the harmful things, no means is necessary. Also, your junior brother... is a paper curse master who likes to make paper people?"

Two red lights appeared in the soul of the magician, and he smiled evilly: "You are smart. Speaking of which, you guys have ruined my good things. If he can continue to send me the soul of the old cat, today you..."

I interrupted him and said, "Okay, okay, don't say nonsense. That guy did all the bad things, he used a leg, you were even worse than him, and he broke an arm. This is retribution. I advise you to admit your past sins by yourself and strive for a lenient treatment. If you are still obsessed with it, then today's abyss of hell will be your burial place."

He laughed strangely and said, "This is such a big joke. This abyss does lead to hell, but I can come and go freely. On the contrary, as long as you fall into this abyss, you will be doomed immediately. Your soul will be integrated into this wind of the underworld and become an ignorant ghost. Hahahaha..."

I nodded, as long as he admitted it, I would at least know that the paper cursive master was in the same group as him, which can explain why when I was in high school, I heard the sound of a cat's soul and went out to check it out, and happened to meet the paper cursive master, but it turned out that he was collecting the soul of the old cat for this magician.

I even suspect now that the Night Demon Son was deliberately taken away by the paper curse master. Only when the Night Demon Son feeds on cats can he successfully collect the soul of the tragic old cat so that he can use it for this magician Anan to make a cat slave.

After thinking about this matter, I finally got online, but I still have the most doubts about it. What is the mysterious and spiritual world that the evil magicians talk about? And what is the purpose of making these harmful things?

However, it is obviously unlikely that these were asked from him. At this time, it is not the place where I talked and negotiated with him. I took a deep breath, and my thoughts moved. The blood jade ring started, and the fingertips were stinging. A drop of blood flowed out. The blood jade ring immediately emitted a dark red light, slowly flowing in the abyss of black fog.

I waved my hand again, and the Breaking Characters and the Forbid Characters were stacked out. I knew that if I wanted to deal with him, the Breaking Characters alone might not work. Since he is also a taboo, the Forbid Characters and the Forbid Characters will most likely be able to restrain him more.

However, the magician laughed loudly, as if he didn't take me seriously. I was about to strike out, but he smiled sinisterly: "Poor guy, I don't know that any kind of attack will be swallowed in this fog of hell. Even if you are a taboo master, it is useless..."

I was shocked, but when my thoughts flashed, I was not afraid of his words. I snorted coldly, and the character Breaking Technique flew out of my hand, and another palm was on my backhand, and the character Breaking Technique was also hit, and at the same time shouted: "Since that's the case, let you meet the Taboo Master..."

However, before I finished speaking, a strange scene happened. As soon as the word breaking and word forbidden, the red light suddenly trembled, and a strange roar and a strange wind sounded around. The black fog suddenly rolled, and it instantly swallowed the red light of the two word formulas...

"This is the power of death."
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