Wang Xiaohuan couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

She understood what Butcher Wang meant.

Butcher Wang wanted her to release a lantern to seek help from the witch god.

As long as Wang Xiaohuan's Shimu (martial aunt), the Mountain and Sea Witch God, descended, she would be able to suppress the entire Miao region.

However, with Wang Xiaohuan's cultivation, she could only invite the witch god to descend once every three months.

If she saved me, she wouldn't be able to save Jiang Junci at a crucial moment.

There was only pure friendship between me and Wang Xiaohuan.

In terms of loyalty, she should save me.

In terms of emotion, who wouldn't want to leave the hope of survival to their beloved?

Anyone would hesitate, let alone Wang Xiaohuan?

Yun Shang said in a low voice, "Butcher Jie (sister), don't force Huanzi. If Li Po were here, he wouldn't force Huanzi either."

Wang Xiaohuan suddenly pressed her hand on my chest, allowing the firelight caused by the witchcraft to overflow from between her fingers. Soon, a wizard's mark appeared on the back of Wang Xiaohuan's hand.

The woman sneered grimly, "How foolish! You want to disperse my witch power to give him a chance to live?"

"Doing this will only make me act faster. Now I can split another vengeful ghost from your body."

As the female ghost sneered, two balls of ghost fire quickly窜动窜动up Wang Xiaohuan's arm. Wang Xiaohuan's sleeves shattered inch by inch under the invasion of the ghost fire, and the dark ghost hands burned by the flames rushed straight towards Wang Xiaohuan's throat.

At the critical moment, Wang Xiaohuan夹住了 three steel needles with her left hand and patted her arm continuously.

The bright steel needles pierced through Wang Xiaohuan's arm before the momentum of the flames could be stopped.

However, the flame that could depict ghost shadows did not extinguish because of this, but advanced towards Wang Xiaohuan's throat at a slow speed. Da Feng Novel.

Butcher Wang, Yun Shang, and Cang Tianji were all outstanding individuals, but none of them understood witchcraft and could only watch helplessly as Wang Xiaohuan was driven to a dead end step by step.

Wang Xiaohuan said in a low voice, "Butcher, help me release the lantern!"

"You bastard." Butcher Wang could only grit her teeth and release the white lantern.

Butcher Wang knew that Wang Xiaohuan had just made her last effort. If she couldn't seal the other party's curse, she could only choose to release the lantern for help.

Wang Xiaohuan had done her best!

Everything she had just done was to trade her life for mine and Jiang Junci's lives.

But she still underestimated the horror of the Miao witch.

The white lantern in Butcher Wang's hand flew into the air, and she also worshiped the white lantern: "Respectfully invite the Mountain and Sea Witch God to descend."

"Mountain and Sea Witch God?" the female ghost exclaimed, "How could you possibly invite the witch god..."

This time, not only did the ghost claw rushing towards Wang Xiaohuan suddenly stop, but even the ghost face printed on my chest also revealed a look of fear in Wang Xiaohuan's fingers.

The moment the vast witch power bloomed with the light, the妖异 light seemed to open the door to the desolate ancient times.

The unique, overbearing witch power that was enough to make the gods tremble was引接 by the light.

Countless ghosts and monsters trembled under the witch power, and countless witches worshiped in different directions.

Just as the ghost face printed on me retreated, the white lantern in the air suddenly exploded, and the witch god's power that had already rushed towards the Miao region was生生挡回了 to the Mountain and Sea.

The earth-shattering wails of ghosts and gods just now came to an abrupt end.

Just as everyone looked at the white lantern falling from the sky in a loss, the female ghost laughed loudly, "The Mountain and Sea Witch God has abandoned you. A god-forsaken witch is not as good as a dog. I really overestimated you."

There is a saying in the witch sect that if a witch does not serve the gods well, they will be abandoned by them, and they will no longer be able to receive protection from other gods.

Although they are still witches, they can only become the bottom-level existence that can be bullied by anyone.

The female ghost厉声道: "Now you can't even borrow witch power, do you still want to stop me?"

Before Wang Xiaohuan could speak, she heard another person's voice from her arm: "She is not a god-forsaken witch."

"Just now, although that power was taken back by the witch god, she also left a warning. She must have encountered something more important to take back the witch power."

"If we kill these people, what if we attract the witch god's revenge? Who can bear it?"

The female ghost said disdainfully, "You are too timid. Even if the witch god didn't abandon her, so what? This is the Miao region. We also have a witch god. At worst, we will sacrifice some people and invite our witch god out to mediate."

"I don't believe that the Mountain and Sea Witch God will not give the Miao region face?"

"But..." The ghost hand's voice was still hesitant, "I heard that the Mountain and Sea Witch God is very protective, and, look, the witch power on her body is still there."

While the female ghost was also hesitating, the ghost hand's voice suddenly asked, "Han Chinese girl, what is your relationship with the Mountain and Sea Witch God?"

"Shitu (master-disciple)!" Wang Xiaohuan said two words without even thinking.

After a few seconds of silence, the female ghost and ghost hand laughed at the same time: "How could the Mountain and Sea Witch God accept a mortal as a disciple? Kill her! This person is no longer a threat."

The moment the two ghost fires ignited at the same time, Cang Tianji suddenly said, "Two hundred steps to the east!"

Butcher Wang pulled out the cleaver with a whoosh and狂奔 away.