Chapter 912

Talon secretly vowed to kill Fang Yue at any cost, even if the nine strong leaders of the sect were killed!

"Oath! Bondage!"

A clear voice came from afar.

The master of the voice is a young man with a young face. His face is serious and his hands gently hold up a purple ball of light.

Fang Yue's body was stiff under the light ball!

He seemed to be entangled by countless poisonous snakes, which not only made him unable to move, but also absorbed the power of life in his body all the time.

If Fang Yue's life force was not extremely vast and surging, I'm afraid this bondage would be enough to strip Fang Yue alive.

"What is this means!"

Although Fang Yue's part of the little devil was bound, he didn't panic.

He asked Tyrone calmly.

Tyrone laughed wildly: "Life bondage, curse of oath! This is the most proficient means of the spell family. The spell family has disappeared in the world for thousands of years. We found their inheritance and included their descendants under our command thousands of years ago! This was originally our card to deal with the God and devil temple and the expeditionary army. Unexpectedly, it was cast on you in advance! This spell has no solution, even if it is It's hard for a saint to understand the mystery in a moment and a half! Fang Yue, it should be its pride that your separation can die under our spell! "

Tyrone is very confident in magic.

Fang Yue did feel the trickiness and strangeness of the spell.

His body was so tied that he couldn't move a little thumb.

The power of bondage, like greedy venomous snakes, keeps absorbing the essence of his life.

If such a means is used against others, even the strong at the level of the leader, I'm afraid it will take effect immediately.

But the problem is that this spell met Fang Yue. For a time, the two faced each other, and no one could do anything.

Mantra is a very ancient inheritance. It once radiated brilliant brilliance in the history of the world. But 100000 years ago, martial arts flourished, and witchcraft and mantra gradually declined.

Among them, the witch clan can still survive. Although it can't enter the mainstream, it won't be broken. However, the spell has completely become a cluster of waves in the long river of history, completely disappeared and disappeared.

Fang Yue did not expect that the organizer of the Beidou dispute could dig out a inheritor of spells in the dust of history.

"In fact, the essence of mantra and martial arts is the same. They are all a form of expression of the rules of heaven and earth. You should be able to understand the rules of heaven and earth. All the methods and forms are not important!"

King Jinwu opened his mouth and let Fang Yue wake up immediately. All the methods were just appearances.

This spell wraps around the body and absorbs life. It seems to be the same as the life vine in the life spell. The only thing higher than the life vine is that the spell is invisible and invisible.

However, if it is extended according to this idea.

The bane of life vine should also be able to target spells.

"Death withers!"

Fang Yue sang, and a faint layer of gray dead gas filled his body surface. The speed of the invisible spell to absorb Fang Yue's life power was greatly weakened. Soon, the sense of entanglement on his body also completely disappeared!

"Spell? That's all!"

Fang Yue got out of trouble and swept the rest of his eyes to talon.

I saw that Tyrone's face was iron blue, like an iron plate.

This is their carefully prepared killer mace, which is used to determine the heaven and earth at the critical moment. Unexpectedly, this means was used in advance, but it did not achieve the expected effect. Even Fang Yue, a small practitioner of heaven and earth, could not help it!

The boy in white gave a whoa and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

The spell is more powerful than ordinary spells, but the cost of casting it is also higher. In addition to its inherent vitality, it also needs to consume a lot of life essence. If the spell is broken, they will still be seriously backfired.

At that time, the spell was submerged in the long river of history for no reason. The more powerful the spell master is, the faster he dies. This is a typical means of harming others and not benefiting himself.

"Useless waste, even a little friar in heaven and earth can't make it. No wonder your family will completely disappear in the long river of history!"

Next to the boy in white, a middle-aged man on the first floor of yin and Yang was furious.

He is the manager of the inheritance of spells. He scolded the young man in white to vent his emotions.

"All spell masters are waste, so you should completely sink in the long river of history and never turn over!"

The more the man said, the more he went too far, and even there was a sense of excitement in his voice.

His saliva flew and fell on the white magician's face.

The young man in white slowly looked up, his eyes were scarlet, and a white palm was pinched on the man's neck.

The palm of the boy in white changed and became a ghost claw. The sharp nail edge was as sharp as a long knife. It was quenched with strong poison in the dark blue color!

The man immediately became speechless and looked at the boy in white with a frightened face. He didn't expect that the boy in white who was as docile as a sheep would resist at this time.

"You dare!"

Tyrone, turn around.

He didn't expect that there would be a fire in the backyard at this time.

The young man in white didn't say a word. He responded with a clear sound.

The neck broke and twisted in a strange arc.

"A scholar can be killed, not humiliated. My spell will never be interrupted in the long river of history!"

The voice of the boy in white is like the roar of a beast.

Fang Yue stared at the white boy's palm, which turned into ghost claws.

Ghost claw!

This is the form of the whole, which is completely condensed from flesh and blood, shuttling between yin and Yang and condensing death.

All mysteries evolve in vain.

The spell is really mysterious. Even this means can be condensed.

"Kill me! I'll kill all these disobedient slaves!"

Tyrone's ferocity came to an end. He was frustrated one after another. He couldn't control his raging anger!

On the side of the boy in white, two guards of yin and Yang hit him at the same time.

However, in the young man's eyes, there was clarity, no joy and no sorrow. The ghost claw protruded, and the two people's necks seemed to be pushed in front of the ghost claw, which was broken by him.

Click, click!

Two more cold bodies!

The young man in white is like a fierce ghost coming out of the underworld. His means are strange and terrible!

"Talon, I'm a magician. I just keep a cooperative relationship with the organizer of the Beidou dispute. It doesn't matter who is in charge. We're not your slaves. I didn't expect your heart to think that I'm a magician! In that case, let's break off our relationship with the organizer of the Beidou dispute!"

In the crowd of the battle of the Big Dipper, an old man with white hair and beard walked out slowly. His hair was pale and his face was young, and his eyes showed an unbearable color of loss.

How prosperous and prosperous their spell masters were in those years, but now they are declining. They are treated as slaves. He really can't continue to cooperate with the organizer of the Beidou dispute!

The old man is one of the elders of the spell master family. He is the cultivation level of the sage realm. His strength is not weaker than talon.

"Elder silver moon, why are you here?"

Tyrone was stunned. In his impression, there seemed to be no elder level figure among the personnel on this expedition.

If he had known that the silver moon elder was in the team, he would not have said that.

Among the organizers of the Beidou battle, spell masters have been regarded as a decisive force. Apart from three great saints, there are more than 30 masters at the saint level.

The silver moon elder is one of them.

Cultivation can reach the level of silver moon elder. It will be welcomed no matter which side you join.

"If I don't come, can I see your ugly face? Before, the impression you left on our spell caster was always gentle and righteous, but now it seems that you are all a group of arrogant, arrogant and selfish villains. For the so-called glory and face, you even sacrificed your carefully trained talented disciples at will!"

Elder Yinyue was very disappointed with talon.

He did not expect that the organizers of the Beidou dispute, which he placed infinite trust in, were composed of such a group of cheap and shameless villains.

They are crazy and have reached the point of almost unscrupulous means.

If the future of their spell masters is handed over to these villains, he is really worried about the fate of future spell masters.

Tyrone tried to explain, but he didn't do it yet.

The eight armed saint has clapped his hands.

"If the silver moon elder doesn't dislike it, my God devil temple is willing to provide a shelter for the elder! My God devil temple is the real guardian of the universe. I will never treat the magician as a slave. You will all be friends of our God devil temple in the future!"

The eight armed saint has begun to pull people.

This makes Tyrone's face livid. It's sweeping his face!

Fang Yue's little devil laughed: "it's wonderful. It's really wonderful. Many wrongs will kill themselves. I didn't expect to see the internal strife of the host Party of the Beidou dispute and the fire in the backyard."

Tyrone became angry with shame. He knew that if the spell master's pulse could not be solved well, they would rebel and break away from the battle of the Big Dipper, which would make the organizer of the battle of the Big Dipper thoroughly and become the laughing stock of people all over the world!

"Silver moon, don't think that you can do whatever you want if you are a saint. You think that your spell casters have a strong connection. In fact, they are just a group of waste in our eyes! I'll give you another chance to obey my struggle for the big dipper and swear by your soul that you will be loyal to us in the future. Otherwise, your blood will be cut off. If you don't obey, I'll destroy the spell casters connection , to tell you the truth, your magicians have long been included in the program of slave instruction by us. There are chronic poisons in the meals of your magicians above saints. As long as we control the attack of poisons, both saints and saints will turn into cold puppets and have no own will! "

Tyrone throws out the last mace.

Unexpectedly, these magicians turned out to be anti bone. They had to wait for a few years. The toxins on these magicians would accumulate and stabilize, and then shoot them. Now it seems that the plan is going to be ahead of schedule!

"You poisoned our food. You are really cruel!"