The voice was not like human speech, it was a false voice coming from the mouth of a dead man. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Great Wizard Nazanwei can only speak the indigenous language, but he can manipulate the golden crystal worm to make the vocal cords of the dead simulate his inner thoughts, and transmit the language he needs!

His sorcery is at its peak, and he has studied all living beings quite thoroughly!

On this cold and rainy night, accompanied by bloody corpses and terrifying poisonous insects, a human-like voice came from the dead corpse, which made Wu Tingdong feel cold all over his body, and his hand holding the gun kept shaking.

Monica held an umbrella, holding a strangely shaped sharp knife in her other hand, her face was full of murder and coldness, and her red dress reflected the bloodshot dripping from the tip of the knife, which was extremely enchanting.

"Dead son, is the old immortal finally willing to show his face?" Ye Fan looked at this gloomy old man, others couldn't see his face clearly, but Ye Fan could clearly see that the criss-crossing wrinkles on his face didn't know how many years had passed, and the eyes full of vicissitudes and cruelty were not like all in the world.

"Seventy years, seventy years, ......" Nai Zanwei sighed through the corpse, "Seventy years ago, the Japanese took away our sacred relics of the Puluo people, and today, they can finally be returned to their original owners. ”

I don't know the price of firewood, rice, oil and salt, I don't put myself in my shoes, I can't understand the mood of the great wizard Nai Zanwei at this moment, I have been looking forward to it for 70 years, looking for 70 years, and at the moment before I am about to step into the coffin, I get what I want, it is simply God's mercy!

The thought turned, and Ye Fan understood the meaning of his words.

At the beginning, Naiden had mentioned the matter of the Rong Han Stone, a sacred relic of the Puluo tribe, and it turned out that this was the ancestor of Nanyang evil arts.

"Old man, are you talking in your dreams?" Ye Fan said slowly with an uninteresting expression: "Your so-called holy relic has already been swallowed by Uncle Ye, so die of this heart!"

Nai Zanwei's eyes were red, and he nodded slightly: "You reminded me, it turns out that this is the reason why the holy relic is broken! In this world, nothing can erase it and destroy it, it doesn't matter, if you eat it, you will use your flesh and blood to reshape the holy relic!"

"I'm grass, old monster, you want to kill people and destroy corpses?"

"That's right, before you die, remember my name, the Sage of the Prolo Tribe, Nai Zanwei!" a piercing answer came from inside the car, and at the same time, the group of terrifying golden beetles frantically condensed, collectively contracted, and was about to launch a powerful blow!

"What are you waiting for?" Ye Fan scolded awe-inspiringly: "Kill this old immortal!"

Monica hesitated slightly, she instinctively felt that Nazanwei's strength was unfathomable, and she was by no means as fragile as the guy just now, and it was still unknown whether she could kill the other party with her strength.

But in the current situation, she couldn't help but flinch, clenched her silver teeth, and Monica flew towards Nazanwei with a knife!

The umbrella flew out in the wind, and the sharp blood butcher's knife cut through countless rains, revealing a dazzling cold light in the dark night!

Nazanwei's eyes shone with red light, he raised his hand and waved it, his robe whistled, and the endless golden crystal worms jumped up, head-on, and crashed into Monica's delicate face!

In an instant, the golden light was like a ribbon, like a torrent, like a flame, and it was so close to Monica that she had to hurriedly retreat, swinging her knife and slashing in an attempt to get rid of the golden crystal worms.

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