I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 85 85. Watch out, this is how the princess uses it!

"Roar!!"

As Wang Jue roared like a beast, the needle fell to the ground. Xia Feng glanced and clearly saw the black vertical pupil symbol θ engraved in the center of the needle handle.

Xia Feng recognized this symbol as the emblem of the cult-Burning Heaven Temple.

Buzz——

Wang Jueteng's lower body was ignited with dark purple flames, and a vertical slit appeared between his eyebrows, as if he was about to open his eyes.

Whoosh! Xia Feng glided across the shadow trail directly in front of Wang Jue, and launched a sneak attack while he was still preparing his ultimate move!

He won't wait for Wang Jue to get his ultimate move ready before attacking.

嗗——

Wang Jue seemed unable to move at this time and did not resist at all. However, when the blade struck Wang Jue's neck, the blade buzzed and vibrated after lightly touching the skin, leaving a trace of blood, making it difficult to make any further progress.

The terrifying spiritual pressure exploded, and Xia Feng was violently rebounded and flew backwards.

Wang Jue stood there, twisting his head and making a crackling sound as his bones cracked, and he grinned softly:

"Boy, ten seconds, wait for me for another ten seconds! Your death will come!"

Xia Feng glanced at the shadow at Wang Jue's feet. Wang Jue was motionless. If he used the Shadow of Blood Chi, he could be killed directly.

"Master, please use me."

At this time, a charming voice sounded beside him. Xia Feng was stunned and tilted his head. The barefooted woman in a phoenix skirt stared at him seriously with her big eyes.

That's right, I almost forgot about you!

The princess gently lowered her head. The moment Xia Feng raised his hand and put it on her head, he rushed towards the prince again.

At the same time, the princess's graceful body disintegrated into fragments of red light, and instantly turned into a scarlet sword with a scarlet blade and a blood-red pattern engraved on the oval of the blade.

Xia Feng held the long and dark handle of the knife, and his figure quickly swept out a path of blood-red light in the empty hall.

"Master, excessive swallowing of evil will lead to loss of sanity, please use me with caution."

A serious and crisp low voice sounded in his heart, and Xia Feng smiled: "Don't worry, your master, I am a golden gun! It will be no problem if I do it ten thousand times~"

After thinking for a moment, he once again soared in front of Wang Jue, holding the long knife high in his hand, and the evil force from the surrounding space crazily poured into the back of Xia Feng's hand, forming a terrifying vortex of evil force.

Wang Jue's pupils shrank and his eyes were fixed on the bloody knife in Xia Feng's hand. Is this the shape of the princess's blade? !

He was annoyed in his heart, but there was a sneer on his lips, not panicking.

"I want to see how you can deal with me."

The potion he injected came from the Burning Heaven Temple. At the cost of his lifespan and sanity, his spiritual pressure could be temporarily greatly increased and he would gain an ability called 'Happy Eyes'.

When he gets Huantong, Xia Feng will die.

During the ten seconds of being unable to move during his evolution, he possessed an astonishing defense. The only risk was that the medicine had a 15% chance of causing a pathological effect. However, he did not believe that he could be so unlucky, and he happened to be hit by this 15%.

As his mind was spinning, Wang Jue raised his head and met Xia Feng's gaze, and saw Xia Feng grinning:

"Watch out, this is how the princess uses it!"

Wang Jue: "?!"

Mo Dao struck Wang Jue in the middle of his head, still only causing some skin trauma to him. A small trace of blood overflowed from his forehead and disappeared into his bulging blood-red eyes.

After being stunned for a second, Wang Jue slowly grinned from the corners of his mouth to his ears: "That's it?"

There are only two seconds left before he can complete his evolution!

Xia Feng blinked and was about to strike again when he saw Wang Jue's bulging eyes suddenly shrink. He covered his forehead and took two steps back with a pale face. His smile was stiff and he stared at Xia Feng with an extremely frightened expression:

"Wha-what?!"

"Pfft——" He vomited blood and knelt down. He clutched his chest tightly and started to scream horribly with a ferocious look on his face: "Ahhhh——"

Xia Feng took a step back to avoid the spilled blood, and said with a smile: "How about it, do you know how the princess uses it?"

I saw that Wang Jue's dark hair began to turn white rapidly, and his handsome and mature face was aging visibly, with wrinkles showing gray spots. Amidst the screams, his body hunched down.

"Uh-uh-" Wang Jue opened his gray and shrunken lips, and his old arm like a dead tree branch slowly stretched out, trying to touch Mo Dao in front of him.

Xia Feng turned the Mo Dao over and put it behind his arm, looking down at the old man, thoughtfully:

"Did you fail to evolve? Well, I see. Is this the princess's ability?"

Convert ill power into misfortune, and then bestow misfortune on the target by damaging the target!

All I can say is, it’s so terrifying!

The only drawback is that the upper limit of Doom's transformation is linked to the master's spiritual pressure level.

To put it simply, level one can increase the probability of bad luck by 10%.

Second level 20%

Level 3 30%

"Ah ah ah -" Wang Jue was lying on the ground, his voice hoarse and painful. He raised his head and glared at Xia Feng with hatred in his cloudy eyes, "You bastard!"

He couldn't understand that when Xia Feng used the princess just now, he clearly absorbed a huge amount of evil power. Logically speaking, he would lose his mind and his body might also suffer from disease.

But Xia Feng didn't react at all abnormally.

But for him, he was almost successful, but the medicine suddenly caused lesions, completely destroying his body functions. His soul was also severely damaged, his spiritual pressure collapsed, and he was completely disabled.

Xia Feng turned over a small knife, walked to Wang Jue and squatted down.

"What-what are you doing!"

Wang Jue was completely panicked when he saw this, with a frightened expression and trembling lips, "Don't kill me, I will give you whatever you want!"

He never thought that he would fall into the hands of this young boy.

Xia Feng went from level one to level two and then to level three, and in the end he even directly stole his princess. When he encountered such an evil thing, he should have turned around and ran away.

Instead of being confident that he wanted to kill the person named Xia, he regretted it endlessly.

"Xia Feng, spare my life!"

Facing the sharp knife that was getting closer and closer, the calm posture of the superior Wang Jue completely collapsed, a humble smile begging for mercy appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his words were urgent, "Really! As long as you spare me, I will be your dog from now on." !”

"Money, power, women! Whatever you want, I will give it to you!"

Wang Jue was so anxious that he said, "Yes, there is also the princess! The princess is yours too! You can play with her as you like!"

Xia Feng paused with his sword.

Wang Jue was stunned for a moment, and then quickly concealed the resentment and hatred that almost showed in his eyes. He became ecstatic and grinned: "Thank you——"

Before he finished speaking, his smile suddenly froze.

Because his daughter Li Hongdou didn't know when she came to the side, Xia Feng handed the knife to the girl.

The girl's face was calm. Although the little hand holding the handle of the knife was shaking, she did not hesitate at all. She squatted down, crossed her fingers to hold the knife, and raised her arms sharply!

"No!!"

Dig hard! ! !

The frightened voice suddenly stopped, and Wang Jue lay on the ground with blood-protruding eyes, a blood-red knife handle between his eyebrows, and he refused to rest in silence.

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Time goes back to one minute ago.

When the princess was born and opened her eyes, the sacred golden light soared from the ground to the sky, directly illuminating the dark night sky, dimming the lonely blood moon in the sky.

The people fighting in the Xuanwu Domain naturally saw the golden pillar reaching the sky in the direction of Pingshan Hospital.

The fierce fighting between nearly a hundred people gradually stopped. Everyone in the Holy Department looked at each other, and the Xuanwu Bureau leader's face darkened.

Bailong stared at the golden light in the sky angrily, and cursed secretly: "I just said that kid is unreliable! You still don't believe it!"

Zhao Jie retreated to the edge of the battlefield, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and grinned softly.

"Your Excellency Xuanwu, it's a pity that you lost."