The Witch of Zongwang: From Azeroth to the Classic of Mountains and Seas

Chapter 789 Off-Field Assistance? This Is a Tradition (Two Updates!)

"Hmm?"

Yi Xia, who had just returned, felt some throbbing from the power of the star spirit.

So, Yi Xia, who had just finished dealing with a group of slaves, directly activated his magic power.

The next moment, his eyes, which were surrounded by endless flames, penetrated the spatial boundaries of the material world.

The desolate land outside the border appeared in front of Yi Xia in a clear and real form.

Is this... an evil spirit?

Yi Xia, who had dealt with such messy things before, recognized the other party after a little hesitation.

Of course, according to the detailed classification of dark life, the other party probably has more detailed subjects.

But Yi Xia obviously didn't care about this.

Just like for the giant dragon, Yi Xia rarely paid attention to whether the other party was a five-color dragon or some other messy metal dragon.

Yi Xia looked at the young man in the picture who was gesturing with the evil spirit.

The great witch knew this man. Some time ago, Cang Zhong brought him to visit him.

Yi Xia remembered that this was a person who used a dead cat to summon a little ghost in an attempt to avoid failing the exam...

Later, in the inheritance of Fengdu's corners, the other party probably also got involved.

In the picture that Yi Xia peeked at, the sword technique used by the other party, which was obviously not aimed at humans, was probably the inheritance brought back from there.

"Gululu..."

Yi Xia drank a small gourd of mint witch medicine in one breath, lying on the recliner and watching the fierce battle between the man and the ghost.

Because he was not in the realm covered by the star spirits, but also in the evil place where the other party performed the ritual, Tong Bing obviously suffered some disadvantages in the field.

But he was not fighting alone.

The environmental effect that enhanced the evil spirits also had an effect on his little ghost.

The foreign soul that once looked confused seemed to gradually form some kind of bond with the young man who summoned it.

It got a long spear from somewhere.

It seemed to be a Yin instrument.

It seems that the journey of Fengdu inheritance has made this man and the ghost gain a lot?

Although this scene is obviously too crude for Yi Xia at the moment.

But he still watched with great interest.

The taste of this was different from the others.

Yi Xia thought about it carefully and felt that it was probably a bit like a placement-type management game.

The little paper man who developed on his own finally began to have the ability to stand on his own.

That seemingly illusory yet real feeling was quite interesting...

When Tong Bing was fighting the evil spirit, he suddenly saw the evil spirit lower its head and a flash of blood flew out from the back of its neck!

Tong Bing subconsciously avoided it, but found that the evil spirit seemed to turn around and prepare to escape.

Tong Bing hurried forward to chase, but saw that the evil spirit that had turned around suddenly turned back!

The human face on the chest suddenly made a ferocious and threatening look!

It seemed to have some invisible terrifying power. Tong Bing felt that his eyes went dark, as if an overwhelming evil shadow was rushing towards him!

At this moment, Tong Bing suddenly heard a distant roar:

"Roar!"

It was a roar that Tong Bing had never heard before, it was vast and solemn.

It was like the sound of a bull horn, which seemed to make people feel a sense of melancholy in an instant.

Under the roar, Tong Bing's muddled eyes suddenly became light and agile.

Then, he saw the hideous face in front of him!

However, at this time, the other party seemed to be in some abnormal state.

The hideous face showed a frightened expression like a living thing.

Tong Bing was also a reckless person. He was ruthless in his heart, and suddenly picked up the long knife in his hand and chopped it down at the face on the other party's chest!

It was as if he had cut off a piece of soft meat, and blood splattered immediately!

The next moment, an evil sound that had never been born in nature suddenly came out from it!

Tong Bing only felt a great force shaking him away!

For a while, Tong Bing's hands and feet were soft, and he couldn't muster any strength at all.

The evil spirit, which was severely injured, did not take the opportunity to kill, but hurriedly prepared to escape.

At this time, a group of hummingbird-like birds suddenly swooped down and entangled the evil spirit.

Those birds were fragile after all, and soon, a large number of birds were smashed to death by the evil spirit.

Tong Bing took a closer look and found that these hummingbird-like birds were all made of paper, and there was some blood smeared on their eyes.

It seemed that there was no vitality of life, but it was full of evil.

However, Tong Bing was relieved at this time.

The evil door is right...

He and some people who left the town are still in contact.

According to the information collected by everyone, the inheritance they obtained was not "up to the table".

Tong Bing felt that it was fortunate that he chose the sword method at that time.

At most, it was not so convenient to travel in the country, but at least the style was normal...

"These guys came really fast..."

The little ghost next to him, who seemed to be also shocked, finally recovered and came to Tong Bing and said.

"It's like a pretty girl transfers to a class that has been 'monks' for years, and they are all hungry."

Tong Bing expressed his understanding of this.

Now there are no ghosts in the country, and everyone is worried.

Now suddenly find that "the outside world is very exciting", and everyone's eyes are shining.

While the evil spirits were fighting with the birds, Tong Bing heard a shout from the bushes on the other side:

"Brother, have you rested? Come on, the birds are going to die!"

Tong Bing couldn't help but smile when he heard this, and then he clenched the long knife in his hand, feeling that he had recovered some strength.

He didn't wait any longer, and took the long knife and killed the evil spirit that was fighting with the bird.

After a fierce fight, Tong Bing could clearly feel that the strength in his body had improved.

He couldn't help but hear the words of "Third Brother":

"My knife, not to mention that it can't stab red, but it can't get through with white."

"If you want to improve, just take off all your clothes and lie down in the graveyard, you can always get some things."

Tong Bing urged his strength, and felt a bad breath in his chest.

He was no longer afraid and shuddered, and chopped at the evil spirit with a knife!

This knife seemed to have gained momentum, as if a ray of light was slashing down!

The evil spirit struggled to get away, and was chopped by Tong Bing again!

This time, the evil spirit finally had no strength to struggle, and staggered and was about to fall down.

But Tong Bing rushed forward again, kicked him first, and then stabbed the face on his chest with a knife!

"Puff!"

After the knife stabbed, dirty blood flowed, and Tong Bing's face was full of ferocity.

When dying, the face stared at Tong Bing viciously:

"In the name of my Fried, I curse..."

"Puff!"

But another knife, the evil spirit was silent.

Tong Bing breathed a sigh of relief, and his face became relaxed.

He looked at the evil spirit underground vigilantly, and slashed at it a few more times.

Then, he found that the other party was abnormal - soft, as if it had lost its vitality.

And as time passed, the other party's body completely rotted and dissolved.

At this time, a thin figure rushed out quickly.

Tong Bing was frightened and almost chopped it with a knife.

Fortunately, after seeing the other party's figure, Tong Bing stopped.

Then Tong Bing saw this strange yet familiar young man, with a distressed look on his face, smearing the dirty blood with some white paper.

Tong Bing couldn't help laughing when he saw this, and then he seemed to think of something.

He put away the knife and bowed in the direction he came from.

The evil spirit didn't know who had tricked him and wanted to curse him, but Tong Bing knew it.

This is called having many helpers, evil demon!

This is the long-standing heritage of our world...

On the other side, the great witch withdrew his gaze.

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