Chapter 638: Carrying a jade is a crime (monthly ticket)
Qin Xuan raised the corner of his mouth lightly. He looked at Qin Ling and suddenly raised his finger. Suddenly, a piece of light red blood flew out of Qin Ling's body like a tiny snake. If he looked at it with the pupil technique,
You can definitely see that this line of blood is made up of countless tiny runes, and is forcibly pulled out by a few strands of evergreen power.
Qin Xuan's fingers gently pinched the twisted and struggling blood of the snake, and he couldn't help but smile indifferently.
Qin Yan'er's expression changed slightly, and she whispered: "Pure soul, in the Holy See's Bible, is the devil's favorite thing. It seems that some people with evil intentions have noticed it!"
This blood energy is a spell, used to track prey, but this spell is different. It is composed of the power of the blood monk and the spell of the black wizard. It is countless times more powerful than the ordinary tracking spell. As the former No. 1
Qin Yan'er could naturally distinguish the holy knight at a glance.
Qin Xuan pinched this trace of blood and said lightly: "You protect her!"
He exerted slight force with his fingers, and in an instant, the trace of blood was crushed and annihilated into nothingness.
He said calmly: "If someone seeks death, I don't mind..."
Qin Xuan put his hands behind his hands, turned around and looked at the entire Childros family manor, "Blood is flowing like a river!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Yaner's heart was shocked, and a chill rose in his heart.
…
At this moment, in a secret place outside the manor, an old woman suddenly opened her eyes.
She was wrapped in a black robe, revealing her old wrinkles.
A pair of eyes, with no distinction between pupils and whites, the whole body is completely black, like the eyes of a demon.
At this moment, her eyes were cold.
"Someone actually broke the Curse of Kleus!?"
She seemed a little surprised. This spell had been hidden in the Childros family for many years and had been safe and sound. Now, it was broken by someone.
A bit of spell, she couldn't say it had backlash, but she was aware of it after all.
The low words she murmured turned into a ray of dark light and rushed out of the window, becoming invisible.
More than ten minutes later, the door in the room changed slightly, and then a middle-aged man wearing a blood-red cloak appeared in the room.
"Natasha, why are you so urgent?" The middle-aged man smiled, his teeth white and jagged.
"Dear Duke of Argyll, how could I have called you if it was not an urgent matter?" The old woman smiled, but in her wrinkled face and dark eyes, she looked even more ferocious and terrifying, like a demon from hell.
Argyle's expression changed slightly, and he wailed in his heart.
He has always liked beauty, power and wealth, but he hates coming into contact with crazy people like dark wizards.
He suppressed the disgust in his heart and said with a sneer: "Dear Natasha, the God of Plague, please don't be polite to me!"
"The spell on Princess Childros has been broken!" Natasha's smile faded and she snorted coldly. Argyle was stunned by her sudden change of expression.
"Has the spell been broken?" Argyle frowned. As a world-destroying existence, the Blood Monk Grand Duke also felt that there was some trouble at this moment.
"Isn't it possible that someone from the Childros family discovered it?"
Natasha shook her head slowly and said coldly: "How could a fool from the Childros family find out? Unless... Of course, that being cannot go back on his word. After all, this is a major event for him to take charge of the Childros family.
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Argyle pondered, "Where's Mitty? Ellie? A grand event is coming soon. Could it be that the three wizard gods of the dark wizards haven't arrived yet?"
"This time, my alliance with you dark wizards is not to be an enemy of the Childros family. This is not in my interests!"
"You dark wizards want to use that little guy's soul to carry the soul of the Sorcerer God of Despair and reborn him. I just want to store the blood of that pure soul. Even if the spell is destroyed, do you want me to go there in person?
Catch that little guy?"
Argyle was a little dissatisfied, "If it weren't for you dark wizards agreeing to ally with me and help me control the ancestral tree after the matter is completed, I would never have participated in this matter."
Natasha couldn't help but snorted coldly when she heard this, "Argyle, there are several dukes in the blood clan, and you are not the only one who wants to control the ancestral tree of the blood monks."
"What's more, I don't need you to make enemies of the Childros family. I called you here just to ask if you are ready? After all, the princess of the Childros family will eventually attend her adult ceremony.
It doesn't matter if there is no spell."
"You know, what's in your hands is what matters."
"The grand ceremony of the Childros family is coming soon. If there is any negligence and delays the important event of the Despair Witch God, I will be the first to spare you."
Argyle's expression changed slightly, but he was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "Of course, I have been searching for many years. How could I not be ready?"
"Believe me, dear allies, the more powerful the dark wizard is, the more powerful the help I will receive. You must believe me!"
"I hope so!" Before Natasha could speak, a cold voice came out.
The door opened at some point, and a girl-like person was filled with deathly energy. Her eyes seemed to be enough to seduce the deepest hatred in people's hearts.
Argyle turned his head, as if he had noticed it a long time ago. He was not surprised at all, but smiled, "Midi, haven't you recovered yet?"
He prefers Mitty, the goddess of revenge, to that ugly old witch with wrinkles on her face, even though this goddess of revenge is too weak. She has been huddled in a coffin for hundreds of years and has not yet cultivated herself. Her strength is only about the same as that of the ugly old witch with wrinkles.
At the catastrophic level.
Moreover, he was severely injured by the Qing Emperor of China not long ago and seems to be getting weaker and weaker.
Mitty's eyes were cold, "Do you want to try it?"
Argyle immediately shook his head, "Dear Mitty, you are still the same, I am your friend."
Mitty ignored it and looked at Natasha calmly.
"Ready?"
"Um!"
"Despair Witch God, if you want to resurrect the most powerful Black Witch God for thousands of years, you must not make any mistakes!" Mitty said lightly, her peripheral vision fell on a corner, and she looked away after just one glance.
"Of course, Mitty, you don't need to remind me!" Natasha seemed a little annoyed.
Argyle chuckled, "Dear two witch gods, you talk, I will take the first step."
He turned around, and his shadow disappeared in a flash. On the opposite street corner, his smile gradually disappeared.
"These crazy people." Argyle said with a cold face.
Then, he showed a gentle smile and walked towards a woman, "Dear madam, can I invite you to dinner..."
In the room, after Argyle walked out, a figure appeared in the corner as if out of thin air.
"Dear Dark Witch God!" Mitty and Natasha both turned around and saluted respectfully.
The first witch god among black wizards, the descendant of the witch god of despair.
This is a woman, gorgeous and enchanting. She smiled softly and said, "Thank you both. When my mother is resurrected, I think she will never lose the benefits of these two witch gods."
Mitty and Natasha looked at each other and immediately smiled. Their sinister laughter gradually dispersed like a ghost crying.
The Childros family is now even more intensively preparing for this grand ceremony.
In a villa, Qin Xuan was dressed in white and practicing quietly, as if everything outside him had nothing to do with him.