Chapter 177 The Witch King (Congratulations to the Silver Alliance)

late at night.

Inside the great witch's tent.

"Mirror Mirror, tell me... how can I extend my life and continue to make breakthroughs?"

The great witch Bayan spread the two animal skins in front of the lens, his expression full of excitement.

In the past ten years, he has thought of various methods. No matter whether it was burned, frozen, or even bombarded by various witchcraft... he could not leave a single trace on the fragments.

Moreover, this fragment only accepts things related to war patterns, and will also give rewards.

Even just a few minutes of independent spell casting skills can make the great wizard feel astonished.

Not to mention... there is also a secret method to steal spiritual patterns!

Although he secretly tried this secret method several times with slaves, but all failed, but by mistake, he discovered the magical effect of the 'Stealing Immortal Machine' technique, which can actually wash away the original war marks on a witch's body!

This immediately made Bayan feel incredible and extremely frightened.

After all, this breaks the ironclad rule that has been passed down by word of mouth from generation to generation!

That’s why he called the lens the ‘magic mirror’!

Fang Xi swept his consciousness and remembered the 'Lie Shan Spirit Pattern' and 'Guishui Spirit Pattern'.

Even if the great witch noticed something, he only regarded him as a being like a weapon spirit, which was quite worthy of his name.

‘How do I know how to break through? ’

'But if you look at it from the perspective of immortality... there are two routes. ’

'Let me try it on you...'

Fang Xi's heart moved.

Anyway, what he gave was not afraid of killing people at all.

As long as people still have greed in their hearts, they will always look for him to trade.

therefore……

On the mirror, a ray of light flashed, and the 'Wu Wen' emerged - [Gathering together the five spiritual patterns of 'Gengjin', 'Yimu', 'Guishui', 'Binghuo' and 'Wutu' to condense the 'Great Five Elements' The treasure pattern'...or gathers the wind, ice, and thunder spirit patterns to achieve the 'Xiao San Qi Bao pattern'! 】

"Three thousand avenues, different paths lead to the same destination... Since there are Gengjin and Guishui spiritual patterns, we will definitely be able to gather the five elements and be promoted..."

"And wind, thunder, ice... can make up the three wonders!"

This is common sense in the world of immortality, but it does not prevent Fang Xi from using it to deceive the shamans.

At least, there should be this route in the treasure pattern system.

And what if I made a mistake?

That's wrong... Anyway, after the great witch dies, he can still trade with other witches.

However, through the research on the 'Gengjin' and 'Xunfeng' spiritual patterns, as well as the discovery of longevity elixirs, Fang Xi became more convinced that this war pattern system was closely related to immortal cultivators and had many similarities. .

In that fragmented world, there must have been immortal cultivators!

"The Great Five Elements Treasure Pattern...and the Little Three Treasure Patterns?"

Bayan looked dazed, as if he was doubting.

"That's right...the five elements' spiritual patterns of 'Gengjin', 'Yimu', 'Guishui', 'Binghuo' and 'Wutu' can indeed form the 'Five Elements Treasure Pattern'... This treasure pattern is from the 'Five Elements City'" Exclusive, the Five Elements Tribe is a powerful tribe in the East..."

Suddenly, a dark, hoarse voice sounded next to him.

"who?"

Bayan's expression changed wildly, and when he waved his hand, a spiritual wind wrapped around him.

He saw a man wearing a black robe and a bronze mask, looking at the fragments with a look of interest on his face.

What's even more terrifying is that this person seems to have been standing here for a long time, but he didn't notice it at all!

"Interesting! The Black Mountain Tribe...your 'Spiritual Opening Scripture' is very good...I originally just planned to come and take a look. After all, your tribe has been very active recently. I didn't expect there to be so many surprises."

The man in black robe laughed mockingly, and a powerful spiritual pressure swept around, making Bayan kneel down: "Witch...Witch King?"

He looked at the fragment of the mirror and knew that he had encountered the biggest crisis in his life. He kowtowed quickly: "Your Majesty the Great Witch King, I am willing to dedicate the most precious treasure of the tribe to you - the magic mirror! We can use the war pattern to , exchange all kinds of knowledge from the magic mirror..."

"Yes, I like people who know current affairs. But it's a pity..."

The man in black robe stretched out his finger and flicked it.

Wave!

A flash of treasure light easily defeated Bayan's protective spiritual wind and pierced his forehead.

boom!

The corpse of the great witch fell limply to the ground.

"Opening spiritual scriptures, stealing immortal foundations, and life-extending elixirs... and even casting spells at will..."

"Even our Black Nirvana City may not be able to bear such a precious thing... Therefore, the dead can best keep it secret."

The Witch King wearing a bronze mask murmured, put the bronze lenses into his arms, and slowly disappeared.

After a long time, the little witch boldly broke in and found the corpse of the big witch. He screamed loudly: "It's not good... the big witch is dead!!!"

…

Whoops!

Above the nine heavens, the strong wind is strong.

This was the first time for Fang Xi to experience such a fast escape.

‘The Witch King who is comparable to the ancestor of Jiedan... I didn’t expect that this day would come so quickly! ’

He felt a little emotional.

Although I had known that Bayan would inevitably fall when he danced like this, he should have been able to hold on for a longer time.

He also hoped that Bayan could defeat all the nearby tribes and plunder enough spiritual patterns.

But...it seems good at this time?

With the Witch King's escape speed, everything on the ground is retreating rapidly.

Not long after, a black city appeared on the horizon.

The entire city is made of huge black rocks, with a simple and wild style.

Perhaps it is common in the Southern Wilderness Cultivation World, but in the Fragment World, it is a rare big city.

——Heni City!

The Witch King wearing a bronze mask came to the inside of the largest building in the city.

She sat cross-legged on the obsidian throne and gently tossed it with her right hand.

The bronze lens is suspended in mid-air.

"I will give you one last chance, will you show up now?"

The Witch King snorted coldly.

Fang Xi felt shuddered in her heart, but she was happy and not afraid.

"snort!"

The Witch King waited for a moment, but did not see the bronze mirror respond. A jet-black flame appeared out of thin air and enveloped the bronze mirror.

"The elixir fire of the elixir-forming monk?"

Fang Xi felt the terrifying temperature of the outside world and did not dare to release her consciousness. However, she was huddled in the lenses and felt nothing at all.

The ‘Zhu Tian Bao Jian’ is at least an immortal weapon. It would be a joke if it could be burned by the pill fire.

The dark flames burned for several hours, and when they saw that the bronze lenses did not change at all, it was the Witch King who couldn't bear it anymore.

She took off her bronze mask, revealing a face as beautiful as a peach and plum. Her lips parted slightly: "Come out... I won't hurt you..."

This voice was sweet and soft, definitely not the hoarse and gloomy one before.

But Fang Xi was shocked: "It's similar to the Charming Art? This Witch King is not simple... Fortunately, I'm hiding in the mirror and I'm not affected at all."

As for the Witch King’s gender?

On the contrary, it is the least important thing.

Next…

Fang Xi truly saw the top strength of the Witch King!

Sure enough, every time he takes action, the world trembles, with the power of burning mountains and boiling seas!

However, no matter how the woman attacked, the bronze lens did not change at all, not even the tiniest scratch.

And his consciousness is hidden in the lens, and there is a hint of invulnerability.

Fang Xi even felt that the bronze lens became a little more active as the Witch King continued to input mana and tried to refine it...

Although this change was very small, almost like an illusion, it also made him understand one thing.

‘If you want to repair or not...activate certain functions of the fragment...you need at least third level, or even third level or higher power or spiritual object? ’

He was secretly awe-inspiring.

After trying all the methods to no avail, the Witch King's voice became extremely cold: "If it doesn't work for you... I will seal you to the bottom of the volcano so that you will never see the light of day!"

‘Forget it, I’ve always been able to bend and stretch! ’

'However, you still have to play a fair and rigid weapon spirit restricted by rules. It is best not to be discovered to have wisdom. ’

Fang Xi thought for a moment, then a light flashed on her lenses.

Then...

The shapes and descriptions of medicinal materials emerged one after another.

"The anti-aging elixir? Can it keep your appearance unchanged for decades?"

There was no emotion or anger on the Witch King's face. It wasn't until half of the pill prescription appeared that he stopped, and his expression changed slightly. He looked at the last witchcraft text on the lens, blankly.

On the lens, the last line of witchcraft text is - [Treasure Pattern]!

…

"I admit that I am a little greedy. The second-level elixir recipe just wants to change to a treasure pattern..."

The world of immortality in the southern wasteland.

Fang Xi opened her eyes: "But if you don't try, how do you know it won't work? It will be hidden in the treasure house for decades at most..."

In terms of longevity, he is sure to surpass most of the ancestors of the Pill Formation.

So don’t be afraid of waiting and the subsequent back and forth.

"Besides... I've gained a lot in the world of fragments... I just need to digest it..."

Thinking of this, Fang Xi took out two jade slips and engraved the two spiritual patterns of 'Lieshan' and 'Guishui' on them, and began to understand them carefully.

He could feel that in the process of comprehending these spiritual patterns, his formation cultivation was also improving by leaps and bounds.

"This 'Fire Mountain Spirit Pattern' is composed of 'flame', 'high temperature', 'mountain' and other patterns... imprinted on the formation flag or spiritual weapon... can definitely increase the power."

Fang Xi was already a second-level mid-level formation master, and of course she was more inclined to formations.

"Even the spiritual patterns are still too few. If you want to form a formation, it is still not enough...but the treasure patterns are enough to be used in the formation...the power will be earth-shattering!"

The so-called formation method is to explore higher-level power by means!

A chasm that can break through great realms!

Fang Xi has quite a lot of experience in this matter.

But after he studied the spiritual patterns and magic patterns again, he suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart: "This path to war patterns is simple and quick... and specializes in a certain aspect. It is not like the methods of immortal cultivators, but more similar to... Taoist soldiers or even It’s...a furnace!"

He had previously captured two books of magic techniques and had already described them.

For example, in "Wu Ji Yuan Demon Kung Fu", there is a rather cruel method, which requires recruiting some talented disciples to teach the "White Bone Power Technique". The training process of this method is extremely painful, and once it is mastered, it is very powerful, but it is also The monk himself was sacrificed into a 'half magic weapon' or even a 'half spiritual weapon'!

When the devil is short of magic weapons, he can kill a disciple at will, extract all his bones, and easily refine them into magic weapons!

The whole process can be called pig raising!

"Fortunately... I have never planned to transplant war marks on my body, and these war marks only match the physique of the shamans. It is better to carry them as objects. At worst, I will give them up..."