Chapter 812: Witchcraft

Looking at the still alive Demon Lord of Huangquan, Yin Xiu couldn't help being a little surprised, his eyes swept over the bloody long knife in his hand, and the interest in his eyes became more and more intense.

Being able to scatter the lightning that he sent out while protecting the Demon Lord of Huangquan who was holding a knife, this is definitely not something that can be done by an ordinary magic weapon.

"Interesting, it seems that today's harvest is not small."

Yin Xiu couldn't help a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and whispered to himself.

At this time, the violent thunder and lightning in the sky had gradually weakened, and the 'chain' that traversed the entire sky gradually became blurred.

Including the imprint of the law, which is like a sky full of stars, is getting weaker and disappearing gradually...

Yinxiu, the witch god who is urging the witch power in his body to suppress all kinds of disasters and changes in the world, naturally feels this more clearly. Although he is facing the Lord of the Underworld at the moment, most of his power is suppressing various natural disasters and earth disasters.

Now, as the imprint of the law gradually disappears, the shock of all kinds of disasters is obviously weakening rapidly. If Yin Xiu needed a little effort to completely suppress it before, it has become very easy now.

In fact, this is indeed the case. In other places outside China, all kinds of disasters are gradually calming down.

Those shocking waves on the vast ocean are subsiding rapidly, the magma column ejected by the violently erupting volcano is getting shorter and smaller, and the strong wind and earthquake are also constantly weakening...

It's just that, after experiencing the catastrophe before, the whole world, except Huaxia, can be said to be reduced to ruins.

What's more, at least 60 to 70% of the people died directly from those various disasters. This is indeed a catastrophe that can be called the end of the world.

This catastrophe almost destroyed everything, and the people who survived the catastrophe could only look around blankly at the ruins everywhere, and there were wailing and moaning sounds in their ears.

The whole scene was incomparably messy and desolate, making people feel helpless, helpless, and hopeless...

"Don't you think it's a little late to escape now?"

The witch god Yin Xiu looked at the Demon Lord of Huangquan who suddenly turned around and wanted to flee towards the very turbid river of Huangquan in mid-air, and couldn't help sneering sneeringly.

Immediately afterwards, a witch spell was cast on his hand, and the Demon Lord of Huangquan who had escaped halfway was imprisoned in midair.

Although the Demon Lord of Huangquan is full of hatred and anger towards Yin Xiu in his heart, he has already understood that Yin Xiu's cultivation base is far superior to his. With his strength, even if he holds With the ancient magic weapon Luo Tianhua Blood Sword, it is absolutely impossible to compete with Yin Xiu.

However, even if he wanted to escape, he couldn't just run if he wanted to.

Imprisoned in mid-air by Yin Xiu, the Demon Lord of Huangquan couldn't help staring at Yin Xiu, gritted his teeth and shouted unwillingly: "Who the hell are you? Your cultivation should be at least in the tribulation period, right? Said that you are from the 'Kunlun Wonderland' or the 'Donghai Sanxian Island' in ancient times?"

Yin Xiu shook his head slightly, and said lightly: "I am neither from the Kunlun Wonderland as you said, nor from the Three Immortals Island in the East China Sea. In fact, I am a person from this mortal world, so I can't let you Demonic cultivators use the flesh and blood of living people to sacrifice magical artifacts."

Hearing Yin Xiu's words, the demon lord of Huangquan immediately widened his eyes and shouted, "Impossible! How could you be a mortal man? The aura of heaven and earth in the main world is so scarce that it is impossible for you to appear. Such a powerful person!"

"Don't try to lie to me, you must be from the Kunlun Fairyland or the Three Immortals Island in the East China Sea. According to ancient records, these two fairylands are the top secret realms in the world, and only these two secret realms can allow people to cultivate you Such a powerful cultivation base!"

Yin Xiu sneered, and with a casual move, he directly forcibly ingested the bloody long knife held in the hand of the Demon Lord of Huangquan, and said coldly: "Whether you believe it or not, I have no need to lie to you, let alone I need to explain something to you."

While speaking, Yin Xiu had already held the bloody long knife.

When he held the long knife in his hand, there was an inexplicable sense of intimacy, which made Yin Xiu startled. Immediately, he lowered his head to look at the long knife in his hand, then swept his eyes over the Demon Lord of Huangquan in front of him, and just waved at the Demon Lord of Huangquan casually.

Seeing this, the Devil Lord of Huangquan couldn't help but yelled, "No..."

However, as soon as his voice came out, the blood-colored long knife in Yin Xiu's hand burst out a blood-colored light, and slashed towards him...

Swish!

There was a flash of blood, and in an instant, the Demon Lord of Huangquan was split in half. However, just as his body was separated, it quickly turned into a puddle of blood and dripped down.

Even his soul couldn't escape in time, he was swept away by a smear of blood, and immediately lost his soul...

"Sure enough!"

Seeing the power of this blood-colored long knife, Yin Xiu couldn't help but secretly praised it.

Looking at the scarlet blood light on the surface of the long knife, and the appearance of countless resentful souls scrambling to get out of the blood light, Yin Xiu couldn't help saying to himself: "There are so many resentful souls, why don't we still have so many resentful souls?" With such a strong resentment and evil spirit, I don't know how many souls he sacrificed in blood. So much so that even the original breath and true face of the long knife itself were covered..."

After finishing speaking, Yin Xiu couldn't help but cast a witch spell to drive away the resentful souls and evil spirits on the blood knife.

After a while, the blood light on the blood knife became much dimmer, and several cracks appeared on it, and at the same time, the aura emanating from the blood knife changed slightly.

Yin Xiu looked at the blood knife showing its true colors, and was slightly taken aback for a moment, with a little surprise in his eyes.

Then, Yin Xiu suddenly put his generous palm on the blade and stroked lightly.

The next moment, a wisp of bright red blood flowed out from Yin Xiu's palm and stained the blood knife.

All of a sudden, the blood knife trembled suddenly, and the glowing blood suddenly became much brighter, and it couldn't stop trembling in a low voice, as if very excited.

Seeing this scene, Yin Xiu couldn't help muttering: "I didn't expect it to be a 'witch weapon'! It's just that this witch tool has obviously been modified by a powerful person, even a cultivator can also be urged to use it .”

"It's a pity that this witch weapon was traumatized, and its power was greatly reduced. The demon cultivator obviously used some tricks to temporarily make up for the wound of this witch weapon..."

Yin Xiu was talking to himself, and suddenly came to his mind, no wonder there was an inexplicable sense of intimacy when he held the blood knife just now.

It turned out that this blood knife was originally a witch weapon of the witch god clan, and it probably had some interaction with the blood in the body of his witch god avatar.

"By the way, the breath of this witch weapon seems to be very similar to the ray of magic in the magic knife that the main body got at the beginning, maybe there is some connection between them..."

Yin Xiu, the witch god, suddenly remembered.

What he was referring to was the magic sword that he had seized from Song Bingkun, the head of the Heavenly Sword Sect, at the 'Taiqingguan' in Wuming Mountain. (to be continued ~^~)