The maid stood up, "The young master has a noble status, so let the slave and maid replace him and lose this finger!"

"In order to make the power of the secret arts, we need the fingers of noble men! Although we also want to replace them with our bodies, compared to the young master, we are all lowly people, and we are not worthy of summoning more noble secret arts with lowly blood and bones. ”

The leader of the alien race still did not take his gaze off the nephew of the Great Clan! His goal was so obvious! It was just a beautiful young man, and he had no other choice!

"How long will it take for our cavalry to get there?" asked the maid as he approached the aliens who were using the Martian map to communicate with the cavalry who were rushing under the tree.

"Still only halfway!" replied to her in a stiff Western Turkic voice. She knew in her heart that she couldn't count on these expatriate people. This method of the aliens became their only recourse.

The beautiful nephew of the Great Clan kicked the sand in front of his feet angrily, pointed at the aliens and said to the servant, "They are all on purpose, you know, they are all on purpose! They are taking revenge, I look down on them." ”

"If the young master really can't bear that finger of his own, we can also sit back and watch the opportunity drain away!" the alien smiled, if I remember correctly, this was the first time the maid had seen him laugh, but that smile was more ugly than crying, and more ferocious than a bad roar.

What is in front of me is a real dilemma.

But in the end, even her eyes were on the nephew of the Great Clan.

It's just a finger. The nephew of the Great Clan's grandfather saw this thought in the eyes of the servant, and it was really an idea that drove him crazy.

The alien's voice sounded again, "If we have the blood of a noble person, we can summon the hand that is opening the scroll in the void, making him cold and stiff." ”

"Young master, we must connect with that kind of power!" The maid has begun to urge without hesitation this time, "Have you ever thought about your current hesitation, if the Da Yan clan knows, what kind of punishment will she give you, maybe that hand can't be saved!"

The servant's words were like a hammer smashing down. She was right, if he got in the way of his aunt's great affairs, his aunt would definitely teach him the most cruel lesson. Beads of sweat fell on his forehead in an instant, and the mania just now had turned into kneeling and begging, "There must be another way, there must be another, you think about it, I have gold, I will give you gold! ”

The leader of the alien race received tacit approval in the servant's eyes, so he pulled out the short knife on his waist, "Young master, you don't have to be like this, my knife is fast, and it won't hurt you very much." However, he moved faster than he could speak, and before he could finish speaking, the fingers of the nephew of the Great Clan had been cut off.

The nephew of the Great Clan fainted screaming at the moment when his finger was broken.

The servant frowned tightly. But the next moment was already urging the alien to speed up his movements, summoning the butterfly flying fire, so that she could immediately see the kind of result that the alien had promised.

The alien quickly wrapped his severed fingers in the sand and the dead grass on one side, and set them on fire. Then he stabbed his thumb hard at the center of his eyebrows, shaking his fingers vigorously. Kneading the power of mind!

Although the master took out the scroll, he didn't immediately unfold it, and he was explaining everything he knew about the secret art of butterflies to Shamu. Those who use the occult art are all people who have died several times, and when they are chosen to learn the arcane art, they are thrown into the sea and drowned, or they are thrown into the raging fire to quench, and the third stage is to bury them in the ground, and in the end, those who are chosen are usually only half-dead and barely survive, but it is through this that the psychic power is generated in them, and they become extremely strong.

Sha Mu waved his hand, asking the phase master to shorten this lengthy story a little more, "Just remove their past lives, I just want to hear about their present lives! What other amazing tricks do they have, they should be able to track people's movements on the shadow and graphics, or what is the true technique of the secret art?"

As the phase master squinted, a brilliant luster erupted from his crystal ball, "The most important thing is that the power of the secret art that exists in the underworld will obey the call of these half-dead people. ”

Sha Mu immediately understood what he meant, "That is to say, it is uncertain what that secret art can do in addition to his tracking technique, but it is certain that they have the power to be almost omnipotent! In that case, if a person who can master the secret art can kill a person almost in a distant place, it should also be possible! Everything seems to be only in their ability to use it, and this secret art will be a magical power that has no boundaries and no limitations." ”

"It seems that this is indeed the case! What is limiting them is the incompetence of the users themselves. If, those who are harnessing it, are omnipotent, they will also reach the peak of omnipotence. ”

Shamu looked at the Xiangshi again, "Since it is such a powerful thing, didn't the Xiangshi think about borrowing their power to find the Song Charm? Or is it possible that the Song Charm attached to them in order to make himself strong......"

"There is no one in this desert who can have the latest portrait of the singer! If I could have one, maybe I'd find a way to borrow it. As for the Song Charm's choice, you reminded me!" the Xiang Master nodded, Sha Mu was right, the trouble of the Butterfly Flying Fire Secret Technique was not only the disturbance they had from indiscriminately, but also the power they might provide to the Song Charm! But he was even more surprised. Sha Mu actually took the initiative to bring the topic to Ge Mei.

Sha Mu crossed his arms and paced a few steps in front of the Xiang Master, "If you look at it this way, Xiang Shi should also be attentive to these aliens, if the adults fail to adjust them in time, they are very likely to become obstacles to the progress of the adults between the next flips! You see, the people of this desert have been persuading wolves to eat some sand for so many years, and give up the pursuit of flesh, but those murderous creatures have never changed their penchant for meat because of people's persuasion. If they were willing to eat sand, perhaps this place would have become a place of delicious water and plants. His gaze fell on the scroll that he had withdrawn from his sleeve almost at the same time as Xiangshi, and he had not opened it for a long time, and had been holding it in his hand. He had been looking forward to the mystery of it. It is also obvious that the physiognomist wants to play tricks on it, and even if he can't hear the whole truth, there will be an outline. And in order to convince him, the silhouette must be real.