Ferocious Beast Concubine: Waste Second Miss

"Ready, gather your inner strength, hold your breath and concentrate." Fang Yuyu pointed a little, sealing the large points around the poster's body, and then completely took off his upper body clothes.

Suddenly he bit his index finger and began to draw a spell from his back.

This is a blood curse engraved with the dark power of the evil blood of the person in her yin year and yin moon.

Each stroke is like a whirlpool, summoning the power of another world to add to the body of the poster.

After touching those black mandala patterns, those patterns seemed to be alive and began to tremble and struggle.

The black vines began to wither, the petals kept falling, and the buds on the chest were withering.

Suddenly, the black flower buds spreading on the man's body broke away from his body, and opened their huge black flower buds in the air towards Fang Yu, full of thorns and rotten odor!

I want to possess, swallow, and transfer to Fang Yu’s body!

Humph, you are overestimating your capabilities.

Fang Yu sneered. Who is she? The heir to the Ghost Villa in her previous life! From ancient times to the present, there is no secret book of witchcraft curses in the Jin Jianghu that she does not know.

Moreover, now her body is full of Yin, Yin, Yin, and Yin, and she has extremely pure dark power. This small curse mark of dark power in front of her dares to attack her.

Like an eagle catching a chicken, Fang Yu grabbed the head of the black vine and pulled it out at once.

As soon as the black mandala came into contact with Fang Yu's body, it immediately emitted white smoke, seemed to be ignited, and twisted in pain. It was like a poisonous snake that was pinched seven inches.

Fang Yu made the last stroke with his left hand.

Fang Yu quickly formed a seal with one hand, pressed down on the man's extremely strong chest muscles, and murmured a few words: "Death and withering."

There was a spit sound, as if the glass had been shattered.

The black mandala in her hand shattered into countless powders.

At the same time, a stream of black energy emerged from his ears, and at the same time, the blood mark on his back turned into a spell composed of red light, swimming around him, swallowing up the remaining mandala residue.

Eventually it gathered into a blood spot and turned into a black spot the size of a mung bean on the back of the right palm.

Fang Yu breathed a long sigh of relief: "It's done."