City Primordial Witch King

Chapter 49

A "playing card" appeared in his hand!

The body of the card is blood red, there are strange runes on the back, and a shamanic inscription on the front - "broken"!
Wufu, also known as Wuwen, is the writing used by the great witches of the Wu clan to communicate with the world and control ghosts, gods and beasts before the real writing appeared in ancient times!
Shamanic script is most about conciseness and practicality, a Po character, everything can be broken, nothing can not be broken, "Po" characters come out, and all methods can be broken!
The poker card in front of him with the word "broken" written in shamanic characters was really researched by him after three days of painstaking efforts.

Shamanic texts are things that communicate the world. With Wei Xiao's current state, not only do he know very little, but he also has to write them on the spot to be effective.

In the previous few battles, he did this all the time, but the writing on the spot was too limited, and he had to self-mutilate every time, so he thought of the talismans of Taoist priests... so he made this kind of playing cards!
At the beginning, he also used cinnabar and yellow paper to make witch talismans according to the painting method of Taoist talismans, but the final shaman talismans only had their shape, but they were useless!

Afterwards, after various experiments and all kinds of materials he could think of, the result was still the same. The drawn talisman had a shape, but it had no effect at all.

It wasn't until he recalled the allusion of "Seven Injuries Fist" that he sprayed his heart and soul on a piece of cardboard, and then he came up with this kind of playing card.

In the square box, in addition to this piece of "Po", there are two pieces of the same Po character, one for Yu character and one for Cong character. This is already the limit of his ability, and it took countless painstaking efforts to make it in a month and a half. Five shamans!

Wei Xiao squinted his eyes, staring closely at the movement of the purple-robed old man, and then clamped a "broken" card with his two fingers, and swung his right hand vigorously in front of him.

The purple-robed old man ignored Wei Xiao's movements, and when the sword formation was complete, he immediately bent his knees, opened his hands in a support position, as if supporting a mountain, and his face suddenly flushed.

A moment later, the old man pushed forward with both hands, and the purple "mountain" shaped sword array rushed towards him with the sound of air friction.

The "broken" card was thrown out, Wei Xiao only had a thought, and the playing cards flying in the air instantly turned into a huge net, covering the world.

As soon as the giant net came out, it automatically sensed the impending sword array, so it flew up instantly.

As soon as the sword array came into contact with the big net, it was smashed into pieces like a mud cow entering the sea. Before the sword energy could rage, it was completely swallowed by the big net. It was just a face-to-face effort, not even a trace .

After breaking the sword array, the big net has been quietly floating in midair, and no other movements have been seen.

The old man in purple robe seemed to have seen a ghost, his narrow eyes were wide open, and his face was full of incredible surprise.

"How can this person throw a big net casually, and it can break the mountain sword formation that I have prepared for a blow!"

And it seems that what he threw out should be a poker card, right?
When will playing cards be able to cast spells?

At this moment, the purple-robed old man began to wonder if his eyes were dazzled just now... Then he wiped his eyes, looked at the disciples and grandchildren behind him, and finally determined that it was not his old eyes that caused his misjudgment.

But it is what it is!

The huge net formed by the "broken" card did not continue to pursue after the sword array was broken, but proudly flew in the air, floating quietly in midair, like a hunter ready to go at any time.

Only then did the purple-robed old man recall that the sudden palpitation just now was the feeling of being stared at by the big net!
After Wei Xiao broke the opponent's spell with a card, he also didn't speak, just watched the old man's actions quietly, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

The little Taoist priest in Dongping had been holding on to his senior brother's sleeves tightly, his palms were full of nervous sweat, and his small mouth was so wide open that it was too late to close it.

"Senior brother, why is this person so powerful?"

"Ah?...Ah! I don't know why he is so powerful!"

The senior brother was awakened by the sudden question of the little Taoist priest in Dongping, and his face that was numb from shock gradually recovered, and he replied loudly.

When the white-haired old man suddenly heard such a sentence from the disciples behind him, he was startled, and then his face turned red.Looking at Wei Xiao's sneering expression, as if he had been greatly humiliated, he suddenly became angry and became really angry!
"The demon will die!"

The white-haired old man let out a loud shout, a burst of greenness flashed across his face, he squeezed the spell with both hands, and instantly a phantom of a mountain appeared above his head!
After the phantom of the mountain appeared, the old man seemed to be drunk, his face was flushed, as if he was about to bleed.

The legs under his feet trembled slightly, and his hands formed a gesture of supporting the sky, supporting the phantom of the mountain.

The phantom of the mountain is gradually solidified, and if you look carefully, you can recognize it. This is the phantom of Daming Mountain!
It was too late to say, but it was fast at that time. It only took about ten seconds from the time the old man cast the spell to condensing the real phantom of the mountain.

Afterwards, the old man held up the mountain and slammed it hard at where Wei Xiao was.

"No matter what kind of weird spell you use, no matter how powerful your spell is, I just need to "break the magic with one force, and reduce ten times with one force"! If you still think it is just a phantom, then you are dead There is nothing to regret!"

Just as the white-haired old man was thinking in his heart, what kind of reaction would that monster have, how should he deal with this phantom of Daming Mountain.

Wei Xiao didn't move at all, except for the mountain wind blowing through his hair and messing it up, his whole body didn't move at all!
What moves is the giant net!
The moment the phantom of the mountain was smashed out, the big net also moved. Just like the last time when facing the sword array, the big net flew straight up in a daze.

There was a sound of "噗嗤", as if something had leaked air. As soon as the mountain phantom came into contact with the giant net, it was instantly cut by the giant net mercilessly, and instantly disappeared without leaving any traces.

The white-haired old man was completely stupid!
The little Taoist priest Dongping, his senior brother, and the other disciples behind the old man were also dumbfounded.

The top spell of the Ming School - "Mountain Faxiang", disappears in one encounter, how can it be used?
This is a huge weird net. What kind of spell is it? With such a powerful spell, do you still need to fight it?

"Brother, if you say something, can we admit defeat?" The brother cried in his heart and thought.

"This... this... this?" The white-haired old man was so excited that he couldn't even speak smoothly, and he couldn't even continue after saying the word three times.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spewed out from the old man's mouth, and the disciples around him hurriedly surrounded him and clapped his hands on the back in haste. After half a minute, the gloomy breath from just now eased up.

Wei Xiao didn't care about the angry look of the purple-robed old man, but just looked at their ugliness coldly, and the disdain in his eyes became more obvious.

He turned around and looked at the white hair lying on the ground immobilized by the breath of the phantom of the mountain just now, he stretched out his hand and pulled it out from the ground regardless of the rotten smell on it.

Then he turned around and looked at the group of Taoist priests opposite him quietly.

Although he didn't speak, his disdainful expression was a silent mockery, as if he was asking:
Who else?
The old man was silent, and the disciples were ashamed, and all lowered their heads.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

After a long time, the white-haired old man asked in a hoarse voice as if admitting defeat.

Wei Xiao saw that the other party had lowered his head, so he replied seriously: "People who see injustice on the road and draw their swords in anger!"

"A person who draws his sword in anger when he sees injustice?" The old man repeated his words in a low voice, as if he had chewed something out of it, his momentum weakened a lot in an instant, and he was no longer as aggressive as before.

"The road in the world is uneven, and there are people who draw swords!" Wei Xiao said every word.

(End of this chapter)