This lotus leaf grew in a small pool in the north. The small pool was full of blood, and those soldiers kept getting up from the blood.

To be precise, what climbed up from the blood was not like these soldiers, but more like the souls of these soldiers. Due to the blood and water, the souls gave birth to flesh, blood, bones and muscles, and transformed into the appearance of ancient soldiers. The weapons in their hands

The soul also transformed into spears and spears, which became the sharp weapons in the hands of these soldiers.

What kind of powerful illusions are these?

Rather than saying it's a magic trick that enchants people, it's better to say it's a witchcraft that harms people's hearts.

"This is indeed not an illusion, nor is it a magic trick that confuses people. It is a kind of witchcraft from ancient times."

As soon as Rong Xiyue's feet landed on the lotus leaf, Mr. Cabinet's voice spread from the bottom of her heart in an unhurried manner. Mr. Cabinet seemed to be very excited.

"The art of witchcraft is a mysterious art. People in ancient times basically had zero spiritual and illusory talents in their bodies. Unlike today, they can practice and advance. After a hundred years, they will suffer from birth, old age, illness and death.

, reincarnation," Mr. Cabinet paused as he said this, and the little cabinet jumped on the lotus leaf. Although the two small ginsengs were still silent, they obviously regained some liveliness at this time, and followed Mr. Cabinet and jumped on the lotus leaf.

On the leaves.

"In ancient times, there was a group of people who were the ancestors of our talented people, but they still had insufficient talents. Such a group of people created the art of witchcraft, which was considered a kind of evil at that time. They raised poisonous insects and harmed people.

It can control people's hearts and turn people into puppets. Because of its powerful effects, many people were refining the art of voodoo at that time, and its development was quite rapid."

In the ancient times of her time, witchcraft was also popular, but sorcery would definitely be destroyed by the authorities. Why?

Everyone sitting in that position is afraid of death. The art of witchcraft is so evil. Wouldn't it be tragic if someone poisoned them?

The art of witchcraft is a magical existence. Although it is an evil art, humans cannot tolerate such a being.

Baili Ziyu looked at the souls crawling out of the blood in front of her. After being soaked in the blood, they climbed up and saw flesh and blood soldiers holding spears and spears. She felt frightened and turned around to look behind her. There was no way out.

.

Rong Xiyue looked fine at this time, but her body was weak. The wood spirit in Xiao Lu's body not only supported the long whip, but also transported it into Rong Xiyue's body.

"Here, go up."

Rong Xiyue looked at the dark boundary that had reached the edge of the small pool, and picked up the bag of tips given to her by Rong Chimo in her hand. When she was about to open it, she heard the slightly hoarse and strange voice of Zong Qing next to her.

Rings.

She felt strange in her heart. She paused when she opened the kit and turned to look at him. She saw some green stubble on the man's smooth face and chin. The tiredness in his eyes seemed to come suddenly.

of general.

It was clear that Zong Qing, who was left behind by her just now, was not as weak as he is now.

He pointed tiredly at the top of his head.

Seeing that his body was limp, Rong Xiyue was about to fall towards the pool of blood, and wanted to reach out to catch it. Halfway through, she remembered the strangeness when she and Zong Qing collided, so she asked Baili Ziyu to hold Zong Qing, don't

Let him fall into the pool of blood,
Chapter completed!