"You dare to use such a trick to show off your ugly face?"

Yu Chen looked at the magic in front of him and said it was exquisite and exquisite, and it was rough and rough.

Compared to the various witchcrafts encountered in the southern barbarian mountains in the past, they are only commendable in terms of flexibility and meticulousness. As for the power and weirdness that rely on the blood sacrifice to improve, they are not worth mentioning at all.

"Punish!" Yu Chen opened his mouth and spitted out a word. Liu Banxian's head suddenly hurt. Countless snake shadows were flying in front of him. He felt that his soul was torn apart by snake shadows, but he didn't know when Yu Chen took the breath and used a witchcraft curse.

Liu Banxian muttered something, holding his head with one hand and taking out something from the altar with the other hand. Yu Chen didn't even look at it. He stretched out his hand and pointed it, and the chain of Yin snakes that had long been hidden on the edge flew up from the edge.

The little white snake left a pair of tooth holes on Liu Banxian's neck, and dark blood flowed out, obviously being injected with venom.

"Ah!" After a while, the scream came out from Liu Banxian's mouth, and then his limbs fell hard to the ground, twitched twice, and then stopped moving.

With a move, a dead soul flew out, and a little raised, a series of wizards emerged, surrounding the soul, and extracting the memories that Yuchen wanted to know.

This method of extracting memories is also one of the achievements of Yu Chen as a snake witch in recent years.

The predecessor of this technique was also one of the secret witchcrafts of the Snake Tribe, but this witchcraft is not valued in the Snake Tribe. After all, most important figures in the other tribes are protected by totems, unless they are captured and brought back to their own tribe. Otherwise, once they die, their souls will be rescued by the other party's totem.

Even within the tribe, with the suppression of its own totem, it often cannot prevent the other party's totem from destroying the soul and cannot get the information they want.

Only Yu Chen has golden fingers to cultivate the fundamental magic power, and does not worry about polluting his own breath. He can also modify this method and practice it to a relatively advanced level.

At the beginning, the totems of the Mist Snake Tribe and the Viper Snake Tribe could not stop Yu Chen from collecting information from their totem warriors. Now Liu Banxian, who has lost his body, cannot stop Yu Chen from collecting what he wants.

With Liu Banxian's memory, Yuchen quickly found what he wanted.

After rubbing his slightly swollen head, silently chanting the mantra of movement and meditation, cutting off the unnecessary distractions, Yu Chen quickly found several volumes of Taoist scriptures and some practice materials collected by Liu Banxian.

After resting for a while, he then took advantage of the fog and night to float towards the Huang family on the other side of the county town.

The Huang family is considered a first-class wealthy family in the surrounding area. The mansions in the county naturally cover a large area and have many other ways.

There were several rows of copper nails on the vermilion gate, and two golden lacquer beast heads were decorated on them, surrounded by blood and energy. Even if Yu Chen didn't use his eyes to watch, he could see that these two gates were sacrificed and refined by the left-handed method. Among them, two tiger souls were imprisoned. Generally, lonely ghosts came to visit and go here. Before they could get close, they were swallowed by the tiger's head and turned into a ghost in the copper ring.

As for the two stone lions in front of the door, it is just ordinary Feng Shui ornaments. Even the two stone lions suppress the direction not to the outside but to the inside, in order to cover up the dead aura emitted by the tiger's soul.

'This sacrificial technique is quite interesting. It is not like the method of ordinary people. Liu Banxian doesn't have the ability either.' Yuchen stood in front of the gate and looked for a while. This kind of sacrificial method has a considerable origin as the witch's way, but the thought used in it is far more clever than ordinary witchcraft, just...

‘For me, no matter how exquisite things are, what is the use of uncontrolled things?’

Yuchen walked forward, and several snake shadows flew out and landed on the vermilion gate, quickly turning into dim snake patterns and climbing the gate. He blinded the imprisoned tiger soul inside the golden lacquer tiger's head, and then jumped past the wall and entered the Huang Mansion.

As soon as Yuchen entered it, a man walked out from the side. He wore a scholar's scarf and was wearing a blue dress. A milky white mist wheel was suspended behind his head. Countless small seal scripts changed in it, and they would also produce sacred music when they collided with each other. The man who set off had a bit of a god-like feeling.

It’s just that the person’s body is like smoke and fog, floating, obviously it is not the body, but the soul that absorbs the power of incense and vows and practices the divine way.

After seeing Yuchen, the man didn't say much. He pointed his hand and yin energy gathered from all directions, turning into a long river of pale mixed with some turbid air hanging down from the void. On it, there were another turbid flame burning, and the faint green light rolled, and the surroundings were reflected were very strange.

At the same time, many ghosts with eyes exposed, missing arms and broken legs, and only half of their heads crawled out of the long river. They were the same roots and origins as the magical channels that Liu Banxian had previously demonstrated, but they were even more mysterious.

These ghosts, half true and half false, waved their hands one by one, trying to take Yuchen out of the water together.

At the same time, a force fell from the darkness. Yu Chen felt dizzy in his head, and then a stream of darkness surged, suppressing his mind.

‘The method of Nightmare?’ Yu Chen raised his eyebrows, and a snake pattern appeared on his eyebrows. This is the concrete image of Yu Chen’s understanding of Wu Wenshe. From a certain perspective, it can be regarded as the condensed spirit of Yu Chen’s own spirituality, the concrete image of the spirit, and the warmth of the golden light curse, which has a natural effect on the first-class curse of Nightmare. The light flows, and it can easily break through the darkness.

With his hands raised, several foggy snakes flew out of his sleeves and wrapped around a man trying to attack.

"Your move is much more mysterious than Liu Banxian. Unfortunately, it's still mainly based on illusions. Even if there are two people hidden in secret, it won't be much notice!"

When the fog snake opened its mouth and was about to bite it, a burst of blood suddenly burst out from the man's body, like a burning flame, "burning" the fog snake to death.

‘The controlled martial arts monk?’ Yu Chen’s heart flashed through his opponent’s origin, and his movements under his hands were not slow either.

Although I don’t know what the real method of practicing martial arts monks is, Yu Chen saw the warrior’s eyes unconscious at the moment of fighting, and immediately knew the key and thought of a method to target.

For such an existence that has been tempered by many physical bodies, not afraid of ordinary witchcraft and spells, and has very powerful short-distance combat power, the most important thing is to keep the distance open and target the soul.

In the past battle with other tribes, Yuchen has tried many cracking methods for constructing defense against qi and blood in the game world in his previous life, and has really found many methods of targeting the effects.

The body twisted like a spiritual snake, and it was dangerously avoiding attacks again and again. It reached out and grabbed it with an illusion. A wisp of breath fell, and the snake curse was falling, avoiding the defense constructed by the opponent's qi, blood, and flames, pointing directly to the opponent's mind.

Then with a wave of his sleeve, the Yin Snake Chain turned into a small white snake and flew out of the sleeve, hitting the soul that was ready to cast the spell again.

When he saw the white snake, the man in blue felt that he was being targeted by his natural enemies. He was obviously just using the power of incense to condense the soul and formed. His mind was shocked and he also showed many habits during his personal period.

His pupils contracted violently, and he couldn't help but take a step back. The light wheel behind his head burst out with mysterious lights, like a peacock spreading its tail. Circle after circle of misty light continued to spread out. Seal texts of all sizes also influenced each other, forming a light curtain, trying to block the chain of the Yin Snake and bounce it away.
Chapter completed!