A blurry black shadow flashed quickly between the tabernacles and soon stepped into the Red River Valley.

The black shadow flashed quickly among the huge rocks of different sizes. No matter how tall a person is or ten pieces of only three or five feet in size, the figure can be perfectly hidden behind.

The black shadow is getting faster and faster, but the figure is getting weaker and weaker.

When the shadow arrived at the cave where the wizard was, the whole person completely integrated into the night and could no longer see any trace of it.

There are no wooden doors or curtains to block the cave. A dim light shines out from the cave, swaying unsteadily.

A stream of mountain wind began to change their initial traces, drilling into the cave one by one. At first, the mountain wind was very weak, but as time went by, the mountain wind became stronger and stronger.

After dozens of breathing time, the mountain wind suddenly increased, and instantly blew out several secret candles in the cave.

The wizard sat cross-legged on the bed, and the extinguishing of the candle had no effect on him at all.

The wizard who practiced the method had some thoughts released around him and connected them with the small witchcraft he arranged.

The candle was blown out, and the wizard just thought it was caused by the simple mountain wind that changed the direction of the wind, so he didn't take it seriously at all.

However, just after more than a dozen breaths, a shrill whistle sounded, and then the wizard also heard the sound of the bowstrings.

Almost subconsciously, the wizard suddenly stood up. In an instant, he felt as if his chest was hit hard by a war hammer.

The huge impact force made his body tilt back uncontrollably. In an instant, his three thousand thoughts also felt a vague figure tearing his witchcraft alert and appearing above him.

The first hand thorn appears in front of the wizard, and the hand thorn falls. If the normal situation is, the hand thorn will penetrate the wizard's forehead. Then, under the rotating hand thorn, the wizard's brain will be tangled into a ball of meat sauce.

"Get out!" The wizard roared, not caring about the sudden interruption of the meditation space, because of the sudden interruption of the practice of the Dharma, he mobilized three thousand thoughts and turned into a hammer and thrust hard on the hand.

Bang! The hand thorn flew out crookedly, and the wizard also heard the sound of bone breaking.

However, the next moment, another hand sting appeared in front of him. However, this time the hand sting appeared from the other side. The hand sting pierced directly into his temple.

The wizard bit the tip of his tongue, opened his mouth, and sprayed blood.

The blood sprayed out, like steel balls, covering more than a foot in front of him.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Blood flowers exploded in the air, and blood shadows flew backwards. But the hand thorn was still thrown out in an instant and penetrated directly into the wizard's neck.

Blood was scattered, and the wizard's face was extremely hard to see. He roared in a low voice, and a white bone scepter was picked up by him. The tragic green flames more than three feet high rose into the air, then exploded and turned into a tongue of flames and wrapped around the figure flying backwards.

Bang! The flames soared into the sky. Under the influence of witch power and flesh, the flames wrapped the man burning wildly.

Blood marks flowed out from the wizard's seven orifices, making him look extremely terrifying.

"The backlash from the meditation space seems to be really serious. Um! I hope it won't delay me too much time." Looking at the burning figure, the wizard coldly pulled out the hand spike from his neck and pulled out the arrow piercing his chest.

Some flesh and blood were dragged down by hand thorns and barbs on arrows. Although it was a little painful, the wizard's mind was not in this regard at all.

Looking at the burning figure wailing, the wizard laughed in a low voice.

At this time, the monks and workers outside the valley heard the miserable shouts from him, and all came over.

"You go! There is nothing you do here." The wizard's cold voice sounded from the cave.

"Sir Wizard!" A monk saw the shaking figure in the cave and shivered when he saw the burning figure.

"I said I'll let you leave, don't you know?" The wizard snorted, and he tore off the arrow and the flesh on his hands without any haste and threw it on the ground in front of him.

"Yes." After the monks heard the wizard's extremely cold voice, their worries became even stronger.

However, they did not dare to disobey the wizard, so they all chose to leave as soon as possible.

The burning figure was still struggling. Although the flame was fierce, it would not cause the other party to die immediately because of witchcraft. Instead, it burned the other party's flesh and blood little by little, making him feel great pain.

The wizard arranged the flesh and blood scattered on the ground into a pattern of skull-like shape, and used his blood as lines to connect it, which looked extremely strange.

The flesh and blood on his body squirmed quickly, making a ziz sound. His wound was healing quickly.

The second level of the Strength and Blossom Method is much stronger than the first level of the Strength and Blossom Method. Moreover, this time the opponent's sneak attack did not leave any power of fighting spirit or magic on his wounds, but there were only some toxins. For the wizards, it was no different from tonics.

The flesh and blood were recovering quickly, but the wizard's heart was filled with endless murderous intent.

"What? Is the Kulun Empire going to deal with me? Or is the so-called viscount?"

"Haha! I didn't expect that the wizard would go to a strange place to open up land, especially such a place that lacks wizards, to suffer so much trouble."

"You want to kill me? You are really not qualified enough. But it's really too naive to want to kill me if a small low-level assassinator wants to kill me."

"Well! Let me think about how that witchcraft is used?"

Just as the wizard was thinking, the assassinator wrapped in tragic green flame suddenly let out a low roar and crashed into the wall.

"Want to die? It's not that easy. According to the wizard's covenant, I will give you the cruelest punishment." The wizard sneered, and some of the thoughts turned into glass-colored ropes, which directly wrapped around the man's neck, and threw him hard at the entrance of the hole.

Then, the ropes of the thoughts intertwined, like whips, and with the wizard's mind, they whipped wildly on the burning assassin.

Every time the whip went down, some burning flesh was pulled into the sky. The assassination screamed even more miserable, but he was born.

The seemingly revengeful whip was a wizard preparing for his witchcraft.

The flesh and blood that were scattered around were led to some special locations by the wizard, allowing them to continue burning wherever they were.

And the assassinator was constantly being drawn into the burning flesh and blood under the whip of the thoughts.
Chapter completed!