Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

In the time of speaking, the Yin & Yang double shield had completely shattered, and the male shield formed by Spirit Power could not resist the crazy attack of the old woman at all.

Dozens of silver needles grabbed the flaw and passed through the light shield, piercing Xiao Lin's abdomen directly, dripping red blood.

Seeing Xiao Lin looking like death at home at this time, Han Yan was stunned for a long time, gritted his teeth as if determined, and a touch of perseverance appeared in his eyes.

"You, a fragile human race, are so brave, how can our undead race be greedy of life and fear of death?"

"Wu Gu, control the soul with your heart!"

Han Yan put his hands together in front of his chest, and quietly read Fajue.

After a while, her figure instantly disappeared in place, turning into a faint dark purple smoke, slowly drifting towards the old woman in the distance.

"This is......."

Xiao Lin frowned suspiciously, even forgetting the pain of his body being pierced by the silver needle.

The undead's moves are strange and varied, and Xiao Lin has long understood this.

As the only female zombie king who is proficient in the art of witchcraft among the ancestors of zombies, Han Yan is really more weird than the fighting style of winning the hook and the generals.

The purple smoke directly shuttled past the densely packed silver needles, and drifted along the outer shell into the position of the old woman's head.

"what!"

The old woman seemed to be hit hard, and let out a hysterical and miserable cry.

After about three to five seconds, the howling gradually ceased.

Her desperate frenzied attack came to an abrupt halt, and all the silver needles that had originally floated in the air fell to the ground with a clang, instantly resolving Xiao Lin's embarrassment.

Xiao Lin glanced intently and couldn't help showing horror.

The flower monsters that were constantly approaching all around unexpectedly stopped at the same time.

The flower monsters lost their expressions and hands and feet, slowly falling to the ground, turning into harmless flowers for humans and animals again.

"This...what exactly is this move?"

Just as Xiao Lin was puzzled, a pure purple light flashed in front of him.

The purple light turned into a ball shape, covering the old woman completely, and the sound of drought came from the light ball.

"Witchcraft to purify the heart, Gu magic to purify the soul!"

"Get rid of evil, remove dirt, and be a human again!"

These sixteen characters are powerful and full of momentum, and the echoes surging around, can't disperse for a long time.

After about three to five minutes, the purple light gradually dissipated.

The hideous and terrifying "Needle Ball Monster" disappeared and became a gray-haired old woman again, lying on the ground quietly with her eyes closed, her expression extremely serene.

And beside the old woman, Drizzle was kneeling on one knee, panting heavily.

Droughty's original wheatish skin has now become pale as paper.

There was no trace of blood on her face, her breath was as weak as a gossamer, and her state was almost dying, as precarious as a candle in the wind.

"are you OK?"

Xiao Lin hurriedly walked to the side of Han Yan, frowning and asking inexplicably: "What kind of trick did you just use, how can it burst out with such a powerful and magical effect?"

"This is one of the strongest witchcraft of our undead race.

Han Yan's voice was hoarse, and said weakly: "The heart-controlling soul can invade people's hearts and brains through the unique hostility of our zombie king, thereby changing people's minds."

"Or you can forcibly destroy the brain and directly put the enemy to death."

"You undead people, you still have such a powerful move."

Xiao Lin couldn't help widening his eyes, and said in amazement, "Since you have such a powerful killer move, why don't you use it earlier?"

"Don't you see that after I ran out, everything became like this?"

Drought was so angry that Xiao Lin's understatement almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and gritted his teeth and said: "Initiating a heart-control soul will cause great damage to me, and it is not impossible to even lose my life directly!"

"If it weren't to save you, I wouldn't use this kind of tricks of hurting the enemy a thousand and hurting myself by 800!"

Xiao Lin's expression was a little complicated, and he couldn't help sighing heavily, "Why are you so troublesome."

"Don't be affectionate, I just don't want to owe you a favor."

Han Yan snorted and turned his head: "Now we are still clear, we don't owe each other, and if we meet any terrible enemy, I won't care about your life or death."

"Anyway, thank you so much."

Xiao Lin nodded slightly, stood up slowly, and walked to the side of the old woman, condensing the pure Spirit Power in his palm, transforming it into a sharp long knife.

Just as Xiao Lin raised the long knife and was about to cut off the head of the old woman with the knife in his hand, the Han Yan anxiously shouted, "No!"

The blade stopped abruptly on the old woman's neck, and Xiao Lin turned his head in confusion.

"why?"

"Cut the grass without removing the roots, the spring breeze blows and regenerates. You paid such a heavy price to finally subdue her. If you don't kill her directly, you will suffer endless suffering."

"No, don't kill her."

Han Yan lowered her head, her eyes were reddish, as if there were tears rolling.

"When I just launched the heart-controlling soul, I checked the memory in the old woman's mind."

"The old woman's name is Huali. When she was young, she used to be the most beautiful woman of the demons."

"And her husband is the head of the four great guardians of the Demon Realm, and the first master of the Demon Emperor, Can Zhou."

"The daytime guardian and the mother-in-law Huali were very loving and happy in their lives, until that day-the gods mobilized all the tribes to invade the devil world."

"Worrying about the safety of his wife, the guardian of the decay day used half of his Cultivation Base to create this enchantment to protect Granny Huali."

"For millions of years, Granny Huali stayed here every day, waiting for her husband to return triumphantly."

"But she didn't know...Canday Protector had already died in the final battle between the two worlds of Gods and Demons, and would never be able to return..."

As he spoke, Droughty's voice gradually choked up, and two clear tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

When the poignant story was told, Drought couldn't control it, and she couldn't cry.

Xiao Lin also had mixed feelings in his heart. Looking at the old woman on the ground with her eyes closed peacefully, he couldn't help sighing heavily, and then scattered the sword that had just turned into a long sword.

"I didn't expect this old woman to have such a bleak tragedy."

"Well, if that's the case, let's leave here."

Drought took a lot of hostility and was dying, and it was impossible to use witchcraft to fly in the air.

In desperation, Xiao Lin had no choice but to transform into a light wing and fly upwards with her back on his back.

"Why do you look so slender but so heavy on your shoulders?" Xiao Lin wondered.

"Asshole, are you saying I'm fat?"

Han Yan gritted his teeth and said displeased: "With the Ascension Cultivation Base, the power accumulated in the body will materialize. If I were not so heavy, you would have died in the hands of Granny Huali!"

Xiao Lin shrugged and did not answer, shaking his wings and flying upward, but his expression was slightly complicated.

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