Chapter 4463 5.0215 Unraveling the Spell

Ming Yas's sword rose and fell, instantly slashing over a hapless ghost who didn't have long eyes and rushed forward.

Looking up, I saw a large flying bird with six wings outstretched, circling back and forth over their heads, but couldn't find a place to descend.

The group of idiots around them, as if they were beaten with blood, were blinded by their impulses, and the water spirits and fire spirits smashed directly on the birds without money.

"It's the saintess and the others." Feng Changqing turned the hilt of his sword upside down, smashed a man who looked like a madman, looked up and said.

"Oh, it's a pity that you still have the time to show mercy here." Ding Gongzi dodged and chopped off a round head with his sword falling, "These people have been poisoned a lot, and they have completely lost their hearts and souls. Must not."

Rong Shizi stepped forward quickly and waved at the birds in the sky, "Jojo!"

"They are all here." An Wushuang looked down, turned to Qiao Mu and Mo Lian and nodded slightly.

In the next moment, the unparalleled county lord has quickly retracted his six-winged bird back into the spirit beast space.

Feng Changqing turned to look at Qiao Mu and said happily, "Saint, are you all alright?"

"It's alright." Qiao Mu put down a girl who was pounced and kicked her far away.

"what happened."

"I don't know. A few of us just broke out of the magic formation and reunited, and when we met these people, we all seemed to have lost our minds. When they rushed up, they would scratch and tear, as if they were going to fight with us. look."

Qiao Mu frowned slightly, and slapped a middle-aged fat uncle behind his back.

The latter stumbled to the ground, and before he could get up with a roar, he was kicked on the vest by Qiao Mu, as if being crushed by a mountain, and he fell back heavily.

Qiao Mu's eyes fell on his back.

There are some burnt talisman ashes on the clothes on the back of this man.

Qiao Mu raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself, "Puppet spell?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked around vigilantly, "Is there a spell master here?"

Qiao Mu stretched out a finger with disgust in his eyes, took some unburned talisman paper ashes from the back of the middle-aged fat uncle, and rubbed it on his fingertips.

Prince Mo immediately took out a clean handkerchief, took his daughter-in-law's little hand, and wiped her finger with attentive service.

"There is a spell master in the secret realm of Tianji." Qiao Mu stretched out two fingers and outlined the clear heart amulet in the void.

This kind of talisman usually does not have a big effect, so Qiaomu never wastes blank jade talismans to make them.

Feng Changqing, Ming Yass, Rong Qing, An Wushuang and others all knew her identity as a great talisman master, but it was rare that she drew talismans out of thin air, her movements were smooth and graceful, and she pointed to the dragon without stopping.

The same thought appeared in the minds of several people: watching the little princess make a talisman is simply a visual enjoyment.

As a Zhang Qing Xin Talisman was formed out of thin air, a talisman light fell into the vests of everyone around.

All the people who were tearing apart frantically lowered their hands with a slightly blank expression.

Qiao Mu glanced at them, and only had a slight impression of a few of them, who seemed to be disciples of several families in Shenzhou.

The rest are not familiar.

"Who are these people?" Princess Wushuang asked in surprise.

Third Young Master Fu twitched the corners of his mouth, "Shuangshuang, we just met at the entrance of the secret realm."