Chapter 44

The sorcerer, even in such a big nine heavy sky, is also a very powerful race. Most of their bodies are very fragile, but every member of the sorcerer has a magical witchcraft, killing people and invisibility.

The art of blood burial is only the lowest level of witchcraft among the witches, but even so, it is enough to shock Lin Feng.

"No, it's not really the blood burial technique of the sorcerer. Although it's very similar to the blood burial technique of the sorcerer, it's just like a god away."

"But also, if it's the blood burial technique of the real witch family, let alone Luo Lao and Feng Lao, I'm afraid the whole Luo family will be buried in the villa."

The power of witchcraft of the Wu nationality is very clear to him. Even the lowest level of blood burial is very powerful.

If it's the top level witchcraft, it's enough to sacrifice the whole planet, or even a star region.

"Although it's not the real witchcraft of the witches, it has the shadow of witches everywhere. It must have a great connection with witches, Murphy This is also the witchcraft inherited by the witches. It was originally the true blood burial skill of the witches. Only after a long time, the inheritance appeared incomplete, which led to the present situation of seeming separation from God. "

"It's still a very big possibility, nine out of ten."

"So it seems that in the past, there may have been the existence of the sorcerers on the earth at some time."

Back to God, Lin Feng thought about it in his heart.

After thinking about it, he thought that only this possibility could explain this kind of blood burial technique of the witch family, which seems to be divine separation.

"If this is the case, then the earth is really becoming more and more interesting."

At this point, Lin Feng's eyes narrowed with interest.

According to the current situation of the earth, even if there are nine levels of spirit gathering array, tianzai array, and Dan medicine and other auxiliary, at most, they are just congenital.

However, the emergence of the inheritance of the Wu nationality gave him hope that since the existence of the Wu nationality existed at some time on the earth in the past, there may also be other powerful races. These powerful beings may leave some relics in some corner of the earth. If these relics can be found, even in the place of the Yuanying, there will be no problem.

Even, it is possible to break through the distractions, which is a big barrier. If he can break through the distractions, he can use the secret arts to forcibly fly to Jiuchong heaven. Then, with the experience of thousands of years of immortal cultivation in the past, he can successfully break through the realm of emperor Zun in Jiuchong heaven, and return to the earth without vision, with his closest relatives, lovers, friends, and feisheng Nine heavy heaven, get a longer life.

"Wu clan, the art of blood burial?"

"Master Lin, what are you talking about?"

Luo's family asked nervously. Even Luo and Feng were equally nervous.

"This is the blood burial technique of the Wu nationality."

Following the direction of Lin Feng's fingers, the Luo family soon found out the problem.

There is a puppet doll in the basement. The doll is red all over, just like being soaked with blood. It is engraved with dense runes and wrapped with dense red threads.

"Master Lin, what can I do now?" Luo family flustered way, at a loss.

They have never seen such a thing, even if it is Luo Lao and Feng Lao. The most important thing is the mysterious atmosphere on it. It's weird in the simplicity, and it also reveals a kind of gloomy atmosphere. It's fascinating. At one glance, it makes them fall like an ice cave.

When looking at such a red puppet doll, it's even more frightening. It's like facing death. There's even an illusion that one's vitality is gradually losing towards such a puppet.

Just for a short moment, the unknown fear that never existed before enveloped the hearts of all Luo's family. Even the two powerful warriors, Luo Lao and Feng Lao, could not help frowning.

"It's broken."

Lin Feng is dismissive.

"Master Lin, please."

The Luo family sighed deeply, stooped and bowed, their faces sincere.

"Break it for me."

Lin Feng's pinky fingers, a sharp white awn flying out of the fingertips, directly into a copper nail in the position of the puppet's navel.

In the previous life, he had contact with many races in jiuchongtian. He had talked with the ancestor of the witch for three days and nights, and had a very clear understanding of the witchcraft of the whole witch. Although the witchcraft of such a red puppet is not the true blood burial of the witches, it has the same way and is basically the same.

The technique of blood burial, the copper nail placed in the navel, is the key of the whole technique of blood burial. If only the copper nail is destroyed, the whole technique of blood burial will collapse.

The same is true of the red puppet.

"Hum!"

At the moment when the white awn hit the copper nail, the copper nail flashed a thick blood red light, blocking the white awn outside the copper nail.

The two collided and made a loud buzzing sound."Hum, hum, boom..."

The white light and the blood red light continue to collide, more and more fiercely, and the collision sound also changes from the initial hum to the roar.

The roar was very loud. Everyone except Lin Feng felt like a thunderclap in his ear. His whole head was blown up and he was in a mess.

Luo Lao and Feng Lao are excellent martial artists. Their situation is better. On the contrary, Luo Zicheng and his parents squatted down directly with their ears covered. In front of them, a twinkling star appeared.

"Well , but I'm looking down on you! "

Lin Feng increased his strength, and the white light emitted was more intense and dazzling. In an instant, it completely covered the blood red light.

"Boom!"

On the red puppet, a more intense blood red light bursts out. These blood red lights try to resist the white awn package devouring, but also try to reverse the white awn package devouring.

"Hum..."

The white awn and the red awn are entwined with each other and produce a greater buzz.

The continuous roar, more harsh and soul absorbing, even old Luo and Feng could not bear to cover their ears. As for Luo Zicheng and his parents, their eyes and ears, they had oozed the blood. Then the three of them fainted directly in the dark.

"Master Lin......" Luo Lao and Feng Lao are nervous.

"Don't worry, it's OK." Lin Feng nodded his head, and his eyes continued to fall on the blood red light he was trying to resist

In front of him, he just used less than 30% of his power. After all, in his opinion, breaking this seemingly divine blood burial technique is just a child's thing, but he didn't think that he even looked down on this seemingly divine blood burial technique.

"Break it for me!"

At the same time, Lin Feng increased his strength to 50%.

Originally, the dazzling white awn began to become dazzling. The whole basement began to be filled with this dazzling white awn. The dark feeling disappeared completely. Instead, it was unprecedented bright.

It was like coming from a dark night to a bright day.