Chapter 671: Sacrifice

This terrifying fluctuation directly caused Wei Zixu and Ji Ruxue to change their colors on the spot, with horrified eyes on their faces.
Wei Zixu lost his voice: "Grandpa!"
He was naturally surprised by this sudden conspiracy, worried about the safety of Wei Zifu.
Although Ji Ruxue did not say anything, she was extremely worried. After all, Wei Zifu had watched him grow up since he was a child, and he was not much different from his grandfather.
Thinking of the little bit that she loved when she was a child, Ji Ruxue's eyes were rosy, but she still managed to bear it. After all, she hadn't reached the last step, and she was just out of disadvantage.
At this time, Wei Zifu was in the air. The crutch and mallet that was about to fall was pulled by an inexplicable force and couldn't fall.
Not only that, his whole body is already enveloped by that black spiritual power, restricting his freedom.
And under the black spiritual power, there is an invisible barrier. This is the basis for restricting Wei Zifu, and it is also the trick that the evil spirit said.
At this time, the evil spirits were all smiles. Once he got the trick, he was confident that he would win this battle. This was the skill he had worked hard in the past 20 years and the strongest back-up.
Looking at the increasingly solid and solid barriers, the last bit of worries about witchcraft disappeared completely, completely relieved.
As for Su Yan, he didn't care about it at all, so young and so high, otherwise the cornerstone would be unstable and it would be unpopular.
What's more, Su Yan had an enmity with Wei Zifu, who was still in a fight just now, how could he save Wei Zifu?
"Wei Zifu, my sacrificial art is okay!"
It turns out that the secret technique used by witches is the technique of sacrifice. This is the top secret technique of the witch race and can only be practiced by the high priest.
Wei Zifu also had a gloomy face, and his eyes were full of muddy. He naturally understood the power of this sacrificial technique.
It is said that the sacrificial technique is the supreme secret technique of the witch race. Once it is completed and formed into a formation, it can burn all things in the world and make the gods and ghosts fearful.
Although there is a suspicion of exaggeration, it can also be seen that this must be a very powerful secret technique.
"Unexpectedly, after twenty years you still learned the art of sacrifice!"
Hearing this, Wu Mi's eyes were cold, and he remembered the pain of cultivation he had suffered in the past twenty years, but all this has turned into sweetness today.
"Hmph, I have been practicing hard for twenty years, in order to kill you today, Yixue shame it back then!"
"When you drew with me back then, what shame is there to say."
"No, even though you and I were in a draw back then, my Wu Clan was still defeated. This is a shame. Being expelled for three thousand miles, this shame has existed in everyone's heart for 20 years!"
Wu Mi's eyes became more and more violent, and the black robe and hat on his head was also taken off, revealing the thick black hair.
Although his face is terrifying, like a worm squirming, but from the outline and even the hairstyle, he is rare and handsome, not like a figure of Wei Zifu's generation.
Wei Zifu was also extremely shocked when he saw the appearance of the witchcraft, and muttered: "Twenty years, I didn't expect your appearance has not changed!"
Even the strong can't escape the blade of the years, and they will still grow old slowly, but the evil of witchcraft is like a myth of immortality, and twenty years of wind and rain did not stay on his face.
"I am the High Priest of the Witch Clan, the closest being to the heavens and the earth, how simple it is to look unchanged!"
Wu Mi was justified and confident, and didn't take it seriously.
However, his appearance has not changed, in fact, because of the black and blue blood, it was the creeping blood that made him stay twenty years ago.
But the consequence of doing this is to endure a lot of pain, but he will not be able to achieve the sacrificial art without doing so.
For today, all the pain is worth it, at least that's what Witchcraft thinks.
"Although the art of sacrifice is powerful, it is not so easy to defeat me easily!"
Wei Zifu's eyes were cold, and a strange wave appeared on his wrinkled face.
The crutches and mallets in his hand were actually standing directly in the air, the cane stretched out, competing with each other, all these visions depended on his spiritual support.
The reason why Wei Zifu did this is very simple. He wanted the art of withered wood to break through the sacrificial art of witch and calamity. After all, withered wood was rooted in the earth during spring.
The cane and mallet, which was originally just a piece of dead wood, was completely revitalized at this moment and became lush.
On the contrary, it is easier for plants to take root than to germinate. It is the root that re-germinates because it needs nutrients.
But Wei Zifu's cane and mallet is different. It doesn't need the root to provide nutrition, because Wei Zifu can directly transmit spiritual energy.
The reason why it took root was to break the barrier of the sacrificial art!
Wucao naturally knew Wei Zifu's intentions, and his face became cold, and the terrifying black air filled him, and he kept rushing towards Wei Zifu, and his surroundings were directly covered by black air.
Not only that, but the witchcraft also chanted spells, and the heavens and the earth suddenly changed, as if the end is coming, there is an incomparably deep darkness in the clouds.
This spell is directly like magic power, blessed on top of the sacrificial art, but within the barrier has become another world.
Countless demons turned out and rushed towards Wei Zifu, bound to tear him to pieces.
These demons are nothing but nothingness. Even if they are broken, they will continue to evolve, which is equivalent to a bottomless pit, consuming the spiritual power of Wei Zifu crazy.
But Wei Zifu had no choice at all. He was trapped in the sacrificial art, unable to escape, unable to solve the root cause, and could only be entangled with the demon that turned out.
But crutches and mallets require spiritual power, which is equivalent to double squeezing, and the iron-struck body cannot withstand it.
Wei Zifu began to feel lack of spiritual power, and his body was a little weak. The devil actually injured him and his arm was dripping with blood.
Seeing this scene, Wu Mo revealed an exaggerated smile, and the blood on that face wriggled even more, taking advantage of his illness to kill him.
"Wei Zifu, turn it into blood and nourish my sacrificial art!"
Witches and misfortunes rang loudly, and a dark law-like spiritual force surged toward the sacrificial art, as if covering a palm, directly on Wei Zifu's chest.
Wei Zifu vomited blood and languished. He couldn't resist the attack of the demon phantom at all, nor could he provide spiritual power for crutches and mallets.
The crutch and mallet that had already taken root suddenly stopped at this moment, the bright flowers withered immediately, the cane became dry, the rhizome began to shrink, and the mallet became a sarcoma.
At this time, Wei Zifu no longer wanted to break the sacrificial art, completely defeated.
Countless demons rushed towards Wei Zifu, and he was bound to dismantle him greatly, and then turn his flesh and blood into a technique of nourishing the ritual with blood.
"Wei Zifu, goodbye forever!"
Wu Mi became extremely calm at this moment. Before laughing was considered venting, now it has become happy, angry, and sad.
The former enemy was about to die. After twenty years of working for it, he finally succeeded. At this moment, he suddenly became very relaxed.