After I stopped, I saw Li Yulan's eyes frequently glance at me from the corner of her eyes.

She started to panic!

The moment I held the hilt of the knife and held my breath, the black-armored jailer pointed his spear at the stone chair.

Only then did I see the full picture of the spear. The blade, which had been buried for who knows how many years, had formed a shell like a stone. But I could still feel the murderous intent coming from the spear.

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The moment my eyes locked on the spear, the black-armored jailer suddenly exerted force at his feet and ran forward.

Although the opponent was running, the sound of wind brought by the spear was sharp and harsh. The shell that was originally attached to the spear also flew up in the strong wind. The divine weapon that had been hidden for thousands of years reappeared in the world, with murderous intent and determination.

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The black-armored jailer was still five meters away, and the glorious light erupting from his spear had already locked onto the target.

A moment ago, Li Yulan, who was still mobilizing the power of Feng Shui, seemed to be pinned by the cold light. She kept her hands in the posture of forming a seal, and sat motionless on the stone chair, watching helplessly as the spear stabbed her.

hands.

In the blink of an eye, the tip of the spear had already touched the opponent's finger.

The moment the spear tip and fingertips collided, Li Yulan's fingers were like white wax being put into a fire, melting rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and most of them disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The moment the spear in the jailer's hand pushed towards the opponent's palm, day and night were unsheathed at the same time, and the two swords burst into murderous intent, immediately attracting the opponent's attention.

The black-armored jailer suddenly turned around and pointed at me with a spear in his hand.

During the day and night, the ghost hand on the handle of the knife also spread its fingers at the same time.

When I brought the two swords up and down to the middle, the two ghost hands were held in one place, and the two scimitars instantly formed a black and white knife wheel that resembled Tai Chi.

"The sword combines yin and yang - Tai Chi Slash!" As I roared, I rotated my hands and pushed out sideways. As the sword wheel in my hand rolled in the air, the sword's light increased tenfold, and it flew straight towards the black-armored jailer.

The yin and yang changed, and the black and white sword light collided with the spear amidst the whistling sound of energy, and then screamed into the sky amid the flying sparks.

The spear in the jailer's hand was only deflected by a few feet, but my yin and yang blades were hit hard by the opponent and flew straight to the ceiling of the underground palace.

The rocks on the roof of the shed fell wantonly under the influence of the sharp blade of the wheel, and the spear in the jailer's hand was pointed at my eyebrows.

Carrying a sharp cold light, when it was approaching me, I had already bitten my index finger and pointed it at the center of my eyebrows: "Borrowing the law forever, the descendants will come!"

The secret technique of witchcraft is about leveraging strength.

I can use the secret method to borrow the power of Hou Tu, and there is still the possibility of fighting against the black-armored jailer!

Once my secret method fails, the spear in the opponent's hand alone can kill me without a burial place.

As the jailer's spear pushed forward crazily, I felt a force from ancient times descending from the sky like a mountain. I was caught off guard, bending my right leg and kneeling on the ground.

Hou Tu controls the ancient god of Youdu, and her power can only be withstood by the authentic descendants of the witch sect who have reached the level of great witch or above.

I only learned part of the witchcraft from Oniba, and I couldn't bring the power of Houtu into my body at all. As soon as the divine power arrived, I was the first to be crushed and knelt on the ground.

At the same time, the black-armored jailer also knelt down on one knee with a spear in hand and lowered his head.

The black-armored jailer is either a descendant of the witch sect or a puppet made by the witch sect. He has an innate fear of the ancient divine power. When the divine power comes, he will inevitably kneel down and obey orders like the most devout believer.

What's more, he is just a jailer guarding the underground prison, and what I borrowed is Houtu's divine power that controls the hell of Youdu.

Even if the jailer knew the danger, he still had to kneel down to the God of Pension.

This is the result I want!

Under the divine power, I raised my head to look at the knife wheel in the air, slammed my right hand on the ground, and raised my hand to aim at the knife wheel and quickly moved it inward with two fingers: "Retract——"

There are four levels of master sword control. I have reached the second level of sword control with Qi, but I have only touched the edge of sword control with mind. I can only control the direction of the machete in a short period of time.

As I shouted angrily, the knife wheel that had been stuck in the crack of the stone whizzed down, went straight to the jailer's neck and chopped it down like crazy.

The black-armored jailer kneeling on the ground, although he felt the murderous intention approaching, only stood up for a moment and immediately lowered his head.

The sound of the blade's wheel breaking bones swept past the jailer's shoulders, cutting into the ground with dark red blood stains, and the jailer's head also rolled to the ground.

Before I could even breathe a sigh of relief, I felt that the divine power pressing on me suddenly weakened a bit.

Not only did I not feel happy, but my heart suddenly sank.

Wumen's borrowing method emphasizes a kind of exchange.

With the help of the power of gods, wizards must sacrifice certain tributes.

Just now, I borrowed the law forcibly.

Now, it's time for me to offer my sacrifice.

When I stood up with cold sweat on my head, Li Yulan, who was sitting on the stone chair, laughed loudly and said: "Which one of us is not a warlock? You dare to borrow the power of the gods without preparing sacrifices. You can't give a sacrifice that the gods are satisfied with."
Chapter completed!