Chapter 633: Feng Ru Xiu, seize your magic weapon!

Quasimodo's surroundings had long been shrouded in white mist, and the surrounding light, shadow and sound gradually left him, as if being in another world.
Quasimodo felt that he had become a turtle in the urn, no matter how hard he struggled, he remained at the origin unchanged.
"Magic array? Lost array?"
Quasimodo's heart became more and more flustered, only because his instinct told him that Ying Long Aoxun would be the first to take him!
This intuition has saved his life several times.
Above the air, the round mirror under the dragon's claws reflected Quasimodo's figure and environment.
Mirror in hand, people in the array!
The end of the world is close at hand!
No matter how Quasimodo acts, it is all in this mirror, and it is in vain.
This is the end of the world!
Ao Xun's voice passed directly into Quasimodo's ears through the round mirror.
"Quasimodo, you are the warden of the Bi Sui Empire, and you should have tried to eliminate evil, but you indiscriminately killed innocents, bullied mortals, and escaped into the way of demons.
With the will of the Emperor Xuan, with the command of Long Ao Chan, I will seal your cultivation and deprive you of magic weapons! "
After speaking, the dragon's mouth lightly opened, and a black talisman seal was spit out.
The black talisman seal kept spinning in the air, flying directly into the round mirror.
Li Shi's eyes condensed, and the black talisman seal could not be understood by others, but he could see clearly.
Surprisingly, it is a simple and simple "Feng" character!
As the word was sealed into the mirror, Ao Xun's mouth began to spit out Taoist sounds, and the front round mirror began to rippling like the surface of a lake.
When the white mist disappeared, Quasimodo looked at the black talisman seal falling in the sky with a panic face.
Ao Xun seems to say he wants to seal his cultivation base?
"No no no no!"
Quasimodo ran away in a panic, but found that he was like a three-year-old baby, slow and weak, and could only watch the black talisman rush over and disappear in his body.
"Well!"
Quasimodo groaned, squatting on the ground, pinching his throat, his complexion swelled into pig liver color, and he kept twitching, as if he wanted to vomit.
"vomit--"
Talking and vomiting is like the endless stream of the Yangtze River.
From Quasimodo's mouth, he spit out the scarlet sage energy.
These Sheng Yuan Qi, all come from the origin of his Purple Mansion, is the source of his practice!
As these original auras kept pouring out of Quasimodo's mouth, his complexion became more and more sallow, and his hair quickly turned pale, as if he was tens of years old at once.
"No! No! No!"
Quasimodo yelled three no words on his face and climbed up from the ground, desperately trying to grab the sacred energy back into his body.
"My cultivation base! My realm! No!"
No matter how Quasimodo wailed, it didn't help. After the sacred energy escaped from his body, it quickly dissipated between heaven and earth.
Quasimodo suddenly sat on the ground like a three-year-old child and howled loudly.
A generation of heroes who once roared in the northwest, but ended in such a bleak end, the people onlookers around, everyone looked sideways and complex.
"Oh, wicked people have their own ways to accept it!"
Dugu Lang sighed and looked at Ao Xun's gaze, admiring him more and more.
With every gesture, the cultivation base of an intermediate powerhouse in the Tianyuan realm was easily abolished!
Worthy of being Lord Ying Long!
Facing the cry of Quasimodo, Ao Xun was always calm as usual, even somewhat indifferent, not at all like the playful appearance in the sea of ​​Li Shizhi.
She flexed her dragon's claw slightly, and gently hooked at the location of Quasimodo, and saw Quasimodo's portable chain-the chain of blood grievance and the of death, which flew directly to Ao Xun's claw.
Quasimodo cried more miserably now.