Eliminate the miasma so strong that even the wind can't be blown away. The top-ranked mushroom monster ran around the ground without anyone's eye, and the moisture was so abundant that it was so wet that it almost squeezed out the water after walking in... These shortcomings that can be ignored are Magic Forest.

For example, the way of thinking is always filled with the resentful spirits of confused suicides. Wei Ye does not have to pre-select a combat position, but just sacrificial four flame light arrows to spread the Sun Palace True Flame. In the Pure Demon God Flame triggered by the Sun True Fire, the ghosts that are hard to be injured by swords were immediately completely saved, and the materials and props were all over the ground. The efficiency of monster-scraping is far superior to Cheng Peng, the number one player expert.

"Oh, there's no need to look at us like this. Fighting against supernatural enemies, we magicians have an advantage. The so-called "specialized in arts". If you want to kill and set fire, I will definitely feel ashamed of myself~"

"When it comes to killing and setting fires, my Wushuang trough is full, where are you?"

"Ah? It's full, ask what to do?"

"... Such a brutal threat, Cheng Pojun, you have learned badly with Xu Tu's black-hearted military advisor."

With his fingers ignited several sparks, Wei Ye quickly blessed the two generals who wanted to immediately practice "kill and set fire" and watched them rush into the ghost pile:

"Wu Shuang Dancing·Flying Snow Pear Blossom Gun!"

"Wu Shuang Dancing·Rich Heart Brings Peace!"

In the dazzling and unparalleled combo, the four-star monster "Bloodthirsty Mountain Resentment Spirit" that had been continuously weakened by Wei Ye using talisman technique blew into a wisp of blue smoke. The white copper six-ring tin staff that exploded from it had been picked up by Cheng Peng and threw it towards Wei Ye:

"Two-star silver-level staff, I'm lucky."

"Yes, yes... the skill is the "ignorant dedication" of the Guanyin mantra counteracting the black mantra technique, which is dedicated to the secret monk profession... I will go back to the practice temple of Cihuaxian to see if the devil retreating players from Takaye from Miya have any of them."

Wei Ye looked at his Chihu magic sword that had been upgraded to one star silver with a lot of cold iron forgings, and then looked at the tin staff that he could not use at all, and sighed.

When fighting against the undead players in Baiyulou, you should have discovered that your attack power is not very high. Although the Chihu magic sword and the Flame Light Arrow both enjoy good attack bonuses for ghosts, monsters, etc., in this era when more and more two-star players and top players are winning the three-star game, one-star equipment is already on the verge of elimination.

"Ah, ah, the equipment used in combination is too rare." Squatting on the ground, the magician was depressedly painted the chubby round and demon-suppressing seal on the newly refreshed "mutated butter mushroom". Relying on the blessing of the poison-transforming array of Taipingdao on the ground, Wei Ye completely ignored the miasma that was constantly sprayed out by the fat butter mushrooms, and muttered himself: "In the consignment house, in addition to the staff, there are also staffs, one-handed Ruyi, whisk, three-cobalt pestle, two-handed tin staff, banner sticks, nine-section sticks, or several beads, scripture scrolls, silk ropes and other strange magic weapons. Even if there are occasionally sword sellers, the sword is either a martial arts system or a military general system. Finally, I saw a handy sword, but it was actually a Manjushri Samadhi sword specially used by Monk Rigaoye!"

Wei Ye's thoughts, Wei Ye's thoughts, Wei Ye's thoughts x3

Seeing Wei Ye taking out his sword, Xiao Moran just sneered. Anyway, this late-stage summoner of the sneering habit would not express his emotions in other ways except sneering. He flipped his hand and the card in his hand that was burning like cold flames was lost.

Compared to Wei Ye, Cheng Peng, Wang Hu and He Ming who were in the battle, they all saw a pair of colorful magic tubes on the flashing card, and the eye-catching word "demon" above the card.

"It's a magic card!" Wang Hu, who was knowledgeable, was the first to scream, "Can his magic even use magic cards and trap cards?"

Looking at Cheng Peng who was confused next to him, He Ming finally caught a chance to attack his old opponent: "That guy said, Yu Yu card..."

He Ming's words just started, and Wei Ye's sword that he thought he would kill had already slashed down. It was just that the sword's edge pointed to was not the skeleton death god with a strong qi, but a magic tube as thick as a child's arms.

The moment the long sword entered the cylinder, another magic tube appeared for no reason in front of Wei Ye, and a flamed sword light rushed out of the magic tube.

Even the most confused person could see that Xiao Moran didn't know what spell he used, but he actually returned the sharp sword light attached to Wei Ye's magic sword that merged with Dongyang Sword Zhu intact!

The sword goes, the sword goes back, for a moment.

Wei Ye couldn't even pull out Yu Yu who was holding the sword back, but with a wave of his left hand, he released five five-inch-long apricot yellow talismans, which were slightly blocked from the coming of the sword energy. Then he was beaten away by his sword move with the five yellow talismans that were as straight as a ruler and hard as iron.

Wei Ye flew in the air in the corridor of the Red Devils. Everyone looked at the gate of the Red Devils. This time, even Cheng Peng felt that this poisonous magician would lose. Only He Ming, holding his mature copper stick, seemed to want to stand up, but finally held it back.

Although Chen Wumian was more impulsive than Xiao Moran, the summoner beside him, he was also a rational and professional magician. Just as Wei Ye was knocked away by his demon-slaying sword light, he saw the corner of the magician's mouth bent slightly, and the strange smile seemed like a child who had stolen the candy hidden by his mother.

Before he could think about it, Chen Wumian waved his wand and activated the defensive spell he was best at: "impedimenta (hard obstacles)!"

The invisible force field wall rose from the magician wearing a sharp-horned hat. Just as this force field wall just protected Xiao Moran and himself, flames burst out from the floor, from the wall, from the ceiling for no reason. Its color is pure red and pure, with no trace of hostility to burn everything, but it is so pure that it cannot tolerate a trace of uncleanness.

On the Nymph statue, floor, column and ceiling, four red copper arrows with bright flames drew a circle. In the circle, several short sentences from "Taiping Jing" used fire to form a shape, binding three summoned monsters that looked like ghosts but were not ghosts.

The Sun True Fire is used to inflate the demon atmosphere, and the Taiping Chapter Refining the Evil Soul is used to refine the magic array "Rigong Flame Light Array" for Taiping Dao.

The magic circle appeared and the situation suddenly reversed. Xiao Moran, who was encircled into the Sun Palace True Flame Formation, groaned and took a move. The three summoned monsters who were forbidden by the scriptures in the magic circle turned into three cards with metallic luster in a piece of ink light, and returned to Xiao Moran's hand.

Using the power of the talisman card, he slowly landed on the air. Wei Ye smiled in a yin and reached out and made a "please" gesture. However, at the moment he stopped, he pinched a magic trick, which increased the firepower of the Sun Palace True Flame Formation a little more.

Even if he didn't look at Xiao Moran's face, which was obviously too overdrawn and turned pale, just looking at this magical refining array that was far more righteous than the magician when he was reliving the undead by thinking about the way to rethink, Cheng Peng knew that Wei Ye had completely gained the upper hand.

However, this Sun Palace True Flame Formation is also a formation for refining evil spirits and ghosts. Xiao Moran’s cards that can turn into various monsters are more like magic props, and he is actually afraid of the true fire refining effect of the Sun Palace True Flame Formation?

As soon as his question was posted, Wei Ye's brief message came from the team channel: "It's time, A Ming, prepare that thing--"

He Ming frowned and whispered: "Don't you hate that spell the most?"

"I hate onions the most, too," the sorcerer replied indifferently, "but you have to season them when cooking."

The conversation about spells and onions ended. He Ming took out a wooden piece from his personal space and quickly spliced ​​the mortise and tenon of the white wood chips with the smell of spices. What was the familiar thing that made Cheng Peng gradually appear between He Ming's fingers.

Cheng Peng and Wang Hu were enthusiastically watching He Ming play with figure assembly, and Wei Ye maliciously introduced magic power to the Sun Palace True Flame Formation one by one. Even with the support of the defensive spell set by Chen Wumian, the gradually rising temperature still had a bit of the taste of a barbecue wizard in the referee.

Xiao Moran flipped through a few cards, but did not release the monster cards in the end. Finally, he pale his face and took out the sheepskin manuscript from his arms. He spread out the book and carefully found the right entry. A spell that even Wei Ye, who claimed to be very accomplished in folklore and mystery, could not understand, emerged from Xiao Moran's mouth.

There are quite a few mages who are looking for spells to recite on the spot, and Wei Ye didn't bother him. After all, fighting is also a good opportunity to increase his knowledge, not to mention that Xiao Moran's magic is indeed a sect.

This time there was no black flame with evil spirits, no inverted five-pointed stars that were related to the black magic, only the breeze was gentle, and a white-robed girl who was as light as a fairy appeared beside Xiao Moran.

"She is the wind fairy, the magician Kreya." She introduced to Wei Ye, and Xiao Moran still had a sneer on her lips, "Unlike the soul of the dead in the monster cards from the ancient Egyptian dark rituals, she is a natural fairy. Your spells targeting ghosts and dark powers can be put away."

With a smile without comment, Wei Ye raised his sword and pointed directly at Xiao Moran, and his burning aura sucked and spitted on the sword like a snake's letter: "Then let me give me advice!"

Unfortunately, before he could put the declaration into practice, a two-meter-high black wooden cabinet descended for no reason, covering the magician who was avoiding it. Beside Xiao Moran, the same black wooden cabinet had opened the cabinet door, and the white-robed wind fairy had already taken the initiative to enter the cabinet and closed the cabinet door. It seemed that he didn't see Xiao Moran commanding countless magic Persian scimitars and stabbing the black wooden cabinet.

This is a magic trap, but I don’t know when Xiao Moran set up a magic trap for the magic warrior, which looks quite like a magic trick that turns into a living person. Chen Wumian was still taking a break from his busy schedule and pulled out a special magic firecracker for the Weasley twins. In the colorful flowers, the magnetic opening remark of a famous young magician sounded at the right time: "The next is the moment to witness the miracle!"

As the last magic Persian scimitar penetrated the black wooden cabinet honestly and unceremoniously, the cabinet that should have been closed by Wei Ye suddenly opened, and the fairy girl in white robe walked out from it slowly - what about the magician?

Chen Wumian and Xiao Moran looked at the cabinet full of Persian scimitars, and their eyes rarely showed a little sympathy.

"Your annoying formation has not yet dispersed, and it seems that you have not been stabbed to death by random knives. But it's boring to hold on. So, surrender." Out of humanity, Chen Wumian said something more to the opponent.

The door of the black wooden cabinet was opened, and the cabinet was blocked by dozens of scimitars, so there was no room for dodging. Even the magician could use the bone shrinkage skill. However, no matter whether Wei Ye could use the bone shrinkage skill or not, there was no trace of him in the cabinet.

"careful!"

Before Chen Wumian could react, he was already thrown to the ground by Xiao Moran. At the same time, the sound of a rapid arrowhead nailing into the bricks and stones came from the wall behind him.

Wei Ye sighed very regretfully.

Looking up, the magician who should have been sealed into the Death Magic Box by Xiao Moran and stabbed the sword to resurrect him was sitting cross-legged in the air, floating up and down very comfortably.

"Why...you...?"

"Ah, why did I come out of this trap?" Wei Ye shaved the annoying preaching smile and shook the three iron talismans in his hand. "The obstacles and unobstructed talismans from the Earth Evil Scroll of "Ruyi Treasure Book", the talismans of the Liberation Net, the Transformation and Descent Talisman, and it is quite useful to break your magic trap. The talismans sold by Wang Qinian, the stingy uncle, are really expensive... No matter what, you must reimburse Lao Gou when you go back."

Speaking such common words without a trace of murderous aura, the magician had already added a foot-long apricot and yellow flag to his hands, and the bright red word "Huangtian" on the flag was even more eye-catching.

"I have seen Hogwarts' spells and Brother Xiao's unique secret summoning technique, then, show me ugly—" As he said so, he had sent a text message on the team channel:

"The sacrifice begins!"

In the Sun Palace True Flame Formation, which was originally shrouded by fire, light golden light without any fireworks slowly emerged from the fire. In the golden light, a phantom of an octagonal altar appeared. With the appearance of this altar, countless noisy voices seemed to be transmitted from a distance into the corridor of the Red Devils Hall.

Those voices carry all kinds of southern and northern accents, but almost all shout the same sentences. They are a slogan that is familiar to people who are familiar with the history of the Three Kingdoms:

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian should stand!"

Cheng Peng and Wang Hu silently looked at He Ming who was pouring sake to pay tribute to the small altar as big as a palm. He had seen many Taiping Dao altars of this shape. When he was fighting Ma Yuanyi in Luoyang Yizhuang, he had personally dismantled one. However, this kind of small figure altar could also play the role of the Yellow Turban Army's large altars, which he really did not expect.

What was unexpected was that the spells Wei Ye used in the Red Devil Hall to use this altar were exactly the same as the magical magic that Zhang Jiao used against the Han army!

I just don’t know what method Wei Ye used to improve the restrictions on the Taiping Taoist magic that Taiban needs to set up an altar. As long as there is a small figure altar, the same effect can be achieved.

If this new altar that is convenient to transfer and protect and is convenient to popularize the Yellow Turban Army, the Xiyuan Army will lose the strongest tactic of "demolition of the altar", which is the most powerful tactic to deal with the Yellow Turban Army's spells, and will inevitably fall into a hard battle against the Yellow Turban Army in the future.

"That's impossible. That guy studied the sub-book of the Heavenly Book of the Old Gods Zuo Ci's old charlatan to study the old book of the Supreme Lord. Apart from him, even if the great wise and good teacher is still alive, he can't handle this toy altar."

He Ming said with regret.

Wei Ye looked at it with regret. The Tianyin Huaxin Huaxin Curse is one of the most domineering magic tricks in "Taiping Yao Stories" - one of the most domineering techniques. In the past, Zhang Jiao used it to wash the brains of the Han army. Even those two-star Han generals had the opportunity to wash a few of this great curse for them to devoutly convert to Taiping Taoism. However, Xiao Moran and Chen Wumian were players after all, and they were all magicians who ranked among the top ten in the fantasy village. For their high willpower, it was not too difficult to exempt the Tianyin Huaxin Huaxin Curse from the confused effect. Even if Wei Ye was lucky enough to wash it successfully, it was just that they temporarily lost control of their body and were in a state of chaos.

Here he regrets that there are too many spell restrictions, too many covers, and too many shortcomings in "Taiping Yaoshu". Seeing Chen Wumian and Xiao Moran concentrating on fighting this brainwashing noise, he changed several spells with his left hand, pressed them on the sword, and increased the decibels of the brainwashing noise a little.

The noise was so loud that even Wei Ye didn't notice when the door to the big library behind him opened:

“It’s really inappropriate to be so noisy in someone else’s residence.”

A faint girl's voice sounded, and huge cold bubbles fell down, clattering and rain fell like a slump.

The altar collapsed, the spell protection dispersed, and the fire array was extinguished.

Even the figure altar that was poured by He Ming with the specialty of the Boli Shrine at the gate suddenly burst out from the altar, which split into pieces, ending its historical mission.

The rain fell, revealing three spell casters who were so embarrassed by the sudden heavy rain that they were as embarrassed as if they were falling into a chicken. Wei Ye's crown was tilted to his temples, Chen Wumian's sharp-cornered cap drooped down to block his vision, Xiao Moran's T-shirt lined under his short jacket was soaked in water and became translucent, which was close to his well-trained abdominal muscles.

Despite such a embarrassment, the three of them had to show the etiquette of the spellcaster to the purple-haired girl wearing a crescent hat in front of them. They had not forgotten all of them:

"Teacher Pachuli?"

"Mr. Pachuli!"

"Miss Pachuli."

Holding a book of ancient magic books that looked very valuable, the sick girl who was half floating in the atmosphere did not feel like giving a greeting. She just looked at the corridor messed up by arrows, flames, spells and traps indifferently, and said: "People who completely lack the necessary calmness of sages are only qualified to work hard. Remember to help Sakiya clean up the place." Then she brought the beautiful demon scribe with a red-haired red-haired man back to the big library, too lazy to even say extra words.

"Ah... Teacher Paqiuli! I must be hated!" Chen Wumian hugged his head and let out a wail.

"If she was really hated, she wouldn't have used the water elemental magic "Noah's Flood". She should have directly shot the 'Saint Almo' to blow us away." Wei Ye kindly comforted her while twisting the water in the sleeves of the Taoist suit, but the way of comforting was not very clever.

Xiao Moran sneered, without saying a word, he stood up and walked towards the exit of the corridor.

"Moran, where are you going?" Chen Wumian shouted behind her, holding the sharp-cornered hat that had become heavy because of the water.

"Go and get cleaning tools. As part of the Red Devils, isn't it natural to clean the area we are responsible for?"

As he said this, Xiao Moran slowed down and waited for his friend to catch up with him while twisting the water from the wizard's hat.

Wei Ye's voice rang lazily: "Then, cleaning is a good deal."
Chapter completed!