Chapter 969

"You dragged me into a fantasy? What are those plants? How can two people enter the same fantasy at the same time? "

Monak stood beside Su Ming helplessly, and they came to the purple grassland again. The magic prince was bucking his throat, as if he was going to spit out the green juice he had just drunk.

"Come on, it's heart-shaped grass. It can nourish yin and moisten the lung and strengthen the body. Most people can't drink it if they want to." Su Ming slapped him on the back angrily, but his hand felt like patting cotton: "besides, you and I are all soul projection forms, located in a high-level dimension. What do you think the soul can spit out?"

The defense of vakanda was obviously strengthened this time, especially near the statue of leopard God, where hundreds of people were ambushed. Not to mention the automatic javelin turret, fully intelligent axe throwing machine and other strange things.

However, it is useless. Although the technological means are easy to use in any world and there is no conflict of laws, when facing magic, they are often blind.

Because magic is derived from the concept, and often represents one of the four forces of time, space, chaos, or order, which can exert the greatest power in the corresponding universe.

So monak opened the door and sent them directly into the city. Su Ming, like going to his own vegetable field to collect vegetables, took a handful of heart-shaped grass in the medicine field and mashed it into juice. He poured half a bowl for monak and drank half a bowl for himself.

Then, as if the two souls out of the body, into the mysterious world.

Monak gave a bitter smile: "you are so bold that you dare to enter the realm of God ROA and drag me crazy with you."

"Don't worry, I know you've suffered from the God luoa before, but it's a jungle evil god in India. The leopard God is different. Big cats are good at talking."

Su Ming identified the direction and flew in a direction with monak.

I don't know the coordinates here. All the teleportation spells fail. Only the flight is reliable.

When he came to the big bread tree, Su Ming put him down and pointed to the place just passing by in the distance: "don't talk to the lions over there, let alone ask their names. It's very dangerous."

"How much leisure do I have to take the initiative to talk to the lion? Come on, where's your Panther God? " Monak is not angry to tidy up his clothes, British gentlemen always want to look good.

"It took a bath today. Why isn't it here? Is it midnight? " Su Ming pinched his chin: "by the way, don't you invite God? Try one first

"Alas..."

monek sighed, but he did what the bell told him. He went around the tree to observe the ground, and then returned to Su Ming and arranged some things on the ground.

It seems to be the common casting materials of voodoo, such as the nails of the dead, the hair of bats and so on.

Properly arranged, he quietly closed his eyes, as if feeling the grass breeze blowing through his cheek.

All of a sudden, he opened his eyes, raised his hands to the sky, pushed one foot to the sky, and then strided across the road, staring like a brass bell, bent down and uttered a low roar.

"Oh

"Ha?"

Su Ming's head is crooked. It's the first time for him to see a great God jump. In fact, he has acted with many mages up to now, but the magic Prince's ability is really unique.

It's like Vivian's magic forgery, or Constantine's "friend sacrifice." it's all their own abilities.

Many people think that it is almost the same as a mage. In fact, it is not the case. According to the source of strength and the school of learning, each mage is different.

Even the red belt and shield magic of Kama Taj, which looks like a rotten street, are very difficult to learn for a mage without a follower.

Otherwise, why do so many people pursue the power of demons, or dig tombs as if they were dead, just for the sake of these secrets?

The prince of magic didn't know what the knell was thinking about behind his back. His attention was completely focused on the casting process, which was the dance.

The layman who doesn't know the field thinks that jumping the God is jumping in a hurry, like epileptic seizure. That's when you meet a liar.

Real divination requires not only incantations and casting materials, but also body language as a means to make up for gestures that fingers cannot complete.

It's almost impossible, and many postures seem to be beyond the human body's ability, requiring long training.

With just a few movements, monak felt his spirit connected to some unknown existence, and the Panther God noticed him.

So he bit his teeth and went on, shouting again like other witch doctors, "ooh!"

"Ha

But the death knell behind him did not know what the wind was blowing, and then he began to sing Indian style songs in Chinese:

"who is it to send you, come to me ~ ~ ~ it's the full moon, the bright moon ~ ~ ~"At the same time, a huge shadow fell from the dense canopy and jumped as if it were elastic.

It was a huge panther, covering her eyes with her claws, rolling on the ground and shouting in standard English, "don't jump! I'm going blind! "

When monak turned his head and saw that the death knell was behind him, he danced Indian dances, dressed in full armor, but acted like a woman in all kinds of charming movements...

The Prince of magic understood that the mental illness of the Wilson family was hereditary, and that of his cousins and cousins was no longer a matter of human nature.

"I'm sorry, I can't help myself when I hear the prelude of" Huo ha ho ha ". Besides, you hide in the tree and pretend to sleep, and you don't say you come to meet me."

Su Ming stopped singing and dancing and said to the leopard God with a strange smile.

There are not many ways to deal with God, but attacking his spirit is absolutely useful. Did you ask the cat to make him look wet and dirty last time? This revenge is back.

The leopard God turned over from the ground and his paws turned. Many translucent black souls came out from behind the tree: "you have only been gone for one day, and you are coming back again. Are you going to sleep here for my company?"

Su Ming shook his head again. He took off his helmet as if he was very dissatisfied. His face was disdainful: "no, you are all black here. I suspect you have racial discrimination."

Leopard God opened his mouth, Leng is do not know how to answer the words: "don't talk nonsense, although I don't mind playing with you, but your character, nothing will come to me."

"Yes, I want a soul from Mephisto. I want to see where he has taken a child named Captain America. But the soul is not complete, and we are not good at soul magic. So after thinking about it, I decided to come to you who is more able to raise your soul."

Su Ming gestured to monak to release the spirit of the devil. There was no need to worry about it escaping.

The magic Prince is full of black lines. Let others follow the death knell next time. It's too long to live.

However, his body was still very honest. He threw out a little Scarecrow and read a few incantations. A black smoke came out of it.

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