Chapter 955

Jiang Wuchen was stunned, "here?"

"Yes."

"This spell is too powerful. Maybe it will destroy the environment here." Jiang Wuchen said, "it was not easy for the monk and my grandfather to build it. What a pity it was destroyed."

"Huh? Hahaha, hahaha." the woman laughed, tears came out, and there was a funny look in her eyes looking at Jiang Wuchen. Then he said, "you let go."

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"The power of the spell is very powerful, but it also depends on who cast it. If it's me, it's no problem. If it's you, it's not necessarily. It's good if you can condense a small lightning." the woman said.

That's also the truth.

Jiang Wuchen closed his eyes and thought hard for a while. He went through the spell drawn by the woman twice in his mind. The spell is cumbersome and complex, and the strokes are very important. There is no room for carelessness. If the order is wrong, the spell will not succeed.

Everything was clear in his heart. Jiang Wuchen opened his eyes and stretched out his hand to draw in the air.

With the slight movement of his fingers, there was no change at first. The woman knocked on the stone table and Jiang Zongcheng quickly poured her wine. This woman is not generally powerful and seriously exceeds Jiang Zongcheng's cognitive range. She teaches her grandson's magic powers and must be served well.

A jar of old wine was poured in.

At this time, the woman's eyes shifted to Jiang Wuchen again. In the originally empty air, with Jiang Wuchen's continuous painting and writing, some transparent patterns different from the air began to appear. The patterns became clearer and clearer, and a faint blue light flickered.

With this light, there was a slight flash of lightning around.

A smile began to appear on the woman's face.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, Jiang Wuchen suddenly hesitated. It was this hesitant action that made the pattern condensed in the air break up in an instant.

Jiang Wuchen breathed out, with a touch of magic on his face.

The woman said, "yes, it's much better than I thought. If you want to cast a real spell, you need to consume mental power."

The so-called spiritual power of women is actually the power of soul - Soul power.

Jiang Wuchen's soul power is already the realm of Yuan Ji, which exceeds the corresponding cultivation of respecting the king. Compared with practitioners with the same cultivation, Jiang Wuchen's soul power has far exceeded them.

"I didn't think you could really draw half of it, trigger the sky thunder curse, and then cast the sky thunder curse," the woman said.

Jiang Wuchen hesitated just now because he felt that the spell suddenly absorbed a lot of his soul power. He was worried

It's sometimes not a good thing that soul power is absorbed.

As the woman said this, Jiang Wuchen was relieved. She had known this for a long time, but she didn't tell him. It may have been ignored or deliberately wanted to see Jiang Wuchen make an embarrassment.

After all, if the soul power can't reach the realm of Jiang Wuchen, ordinary practitioners who respect your cultivation can't attract and lead out this spell.

It was also whimsical to trigger Tianlei and destroy Nanshan Temple all at once. It was just a fool's dream.

"Try again?" the woman said with a smile.

Jiang Wuchen thought a little and nodded. The realm of soul power is Jiang Wuchen's mace and the last card. However, in front of this woman whose accomplishments do not know how high, she may have seen it.

Or I didn't see it at first. I saw it when Jiang Wuchen was able to draw out the Tianlei curse.

In short, if women want to harm Jiang Wuchen, no matter what kind of resistance Jiang Wuchen makes, I'm afraid it won't help.

However, Jiang Wuchen firmly believes that women should not harm him. Jiang Wuchen believes that the great monk will not really leave. He may hide somewhere to peep. If a woman does it, the great monk will appear.

At that moment, Jiang Wuchen calmed down and continued to draw and write spells. This time, he succeeded. The last stroke of Tianlei spell was formed, flickered and flew into the sky.

Dark clouds covered the night sky, and purple lightning appeared. With a bang, it fell more than ten meters in front of Jiang Wuchen.

However, the power of this lightning is not big, even one tenth of a woman, but the lightning really appeared.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and said, "your savvy is really good. It's stronger than everyone I've ever seen. It seems that the era of the great recovery of Yuan spirit has really come, and Demons appear." she said, looking directly at Jiang Wuchen, and then muttered to herself: "you're so savvy, Tang monk must value you very much. If... I want to kill you now, will he appear?"

too bad!

Jiang Wuchen immediately became vigilant. In front of this woman, Jiang Wuchen was afraid to be vulnerable.

Jiang Zongcheng also noticed a trace of strangeness and hurriedly said, "guru, this has nothing to do with my grandson..."

Before Jiang Zongcheng finished, the woman rushed towards Jiang Wuchen. Her speed could have been very fast, so fast that Jiang Wuchen didn't even have time to react.

Unfortunately, she did not, but chose to slow down a hundred times.

However, even if it slowed down a hundred times, in Jiang Wuchen's view, her speed was still like lightning, and she was close in the blink of an eye.

Maybe it's really dangerous. Jiang Wuchen subconsciously condenses the dragon scale gas hood... The powerful whole spirit forms a dragon scale like gas hood.

The woman smiled and put her finger on the hood.

Poof.

The gas mask is like a colored foam, and it burst instantly.

"Ah!"

Jiang Wuchen is a little flustered. He is too fragile in front of women. But when he was ready to use his magic power, his body could not even move. His body was completely controlled by the woman.

"This..." Jiang Wuchen was completely flustered, but he had nothing to do.

The woman's palm gently falls on Jiang Wuchen's chest, which seems soft and weak, just like the flick between lovers. But the strength is more than tens of millions of kilograms.

Bang.

Jiang Wuchen flew up and knocked the wooden door of Nanshan Temple open. His body flew 100 meters out and fell heavily on the ground. His blood churned, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and his bones seemed to be falling apart.

"No dust!!" Jiang Zongcheng's eyes were sharp, his hair stood up and rushed at the woman. Even if you die, you can't watch your grandson be bullied.

A woman's head can't, waving her sleeves, a powerful wave of air comes.

Boom!

Jiang Zongcheng was directly bombarded out and flew into the vegetable garden in the East. He vomited blood and fainted.

The woman's palm turned into a claw. A strong suction acted on Jiang Wuchen and sucked Jiang Wuchen in front of her, "don't you come out yet?"

The woman looked around. "You didn't go and won't go. Are you willing to be a coward? Don't you say you're strong? Where are you strong? Show it to me."