"My name is Xia Yan, Xia in Xia Tian, San Huo Yan." Xia Yan said while slandering the old man's Dao name in his heart. colorless? It's almost as good as removing the word "no".
"Little brother is a student of Sihe University?" Wu Se's eyes lit up and he asked.
"How does the Taoist priest know?" Xia Yan asked.
"Guess, it's close to Sihe University." The old Taoist looked Xia Yan up and down, and asked, "Xiao Xia, what do you think of the two girls?"
"Yeah, handsome guy, aren't the sisters pretty?" The two beauties asked with a smile.
"Actually, I'm curious, why did the Taoist priest invite me, a stranger who has never met?" Xia Yan ignored them, but looked at the old Taoist, and asked back.
"Because little brother and poor Taoist are the same kind of people!" The old Taoist laughed, pointing at Xia Yan and said, "Old Taoist, I have a good nose, and I smell a different smell from the little brother!"
"Oh, what's the smell?" Xia Yan narrowed her eyes, and calmly removed the woman's hand from her arm.
"The smell is very similar to the black gas lingering on the two beauties!" The colorless eyes suddenly became extremely fierce, and he shouted sharply: "Are you afraid that they will not die, so come back and check the situation?"
While speaking, the old Taoist pinched the backs of the necks of the two beauties with both hands, and they fell limply to the ground. Surrounded by silence, it is already a remote alley beside the Jiuyan Bridge.
The two beauties collapsed and leaned against the wall. Colorless and Xia Yan stood a few meters apart, just now they were in the stance of preparing for 4P, but in a blink of an eye they became swords drawn.
"Old Daoist, what do you mean, I'm responsible for the blackness on their bodies?" Xia Yan looked at the two beauties and asked calmly.
"You have a lot of yin, and you just appeared beside them. What could be more coincidental than this?" The old man took out a copper bell the size of an egg from nowhere, played with it in his hand, and said with a sneer.
"Uh... what if I told you that it was really such a coincidence?" Xia Yan had to admit that if he was colorless, he would definitely think the same way. But the "Yin Qi" mentioned by the old Taoist, does it mean the element of the undead
"The old man has lived for 120 years, but his eyes are still not blind!" The old man sneered.
"Are you 120 years old? Can you still find two women?" Xia Yan was taken aback. This old man is still interested in picking up two girls once. If he is really 120 years old, one of his organs must have been displayed long ago! What is old and vigorous, this is it!
"What are two women, I have five... Cough, stop talking nonsense, who is your master? How dare you teach you the sorcery of using a living person as a cauldron?" Wu Se shouted.
"I don't understand what you're saying!" Xia Yan frowned. He probably understood the meaning of the cauldron and the sorcery. They were all written in novels, but what does this have to do with me
"Dishonest!" The old man snorted coldly, "Catch you and hand it over to the cleaners, and then you will regret it!"
After finishing speaking, the old Taoist picked up the copper bell in his hand, pointed the bell at Xia Yan, and shook it. Xia Yan didn't hear the bell, but in an instant, a force suddenly hit the magic tower, and he only felt slightly dizzy.
The magic tower stores mana, and it also represents magic defense. The power released by the copper bell should be of the same nature as magic, so it was defended by the magic tower.
"Niubi, you dare to do it!" Xia Yan was taken aback, and changed his name to the old man. He shook his head, and the power that silently invaded his mind had been forced out by the magic tower. He started to run while chanting the haunting spell.
On the other side, Wu Se was also taken aback, and couldn't help but look down at the copper bell in his hand. Shaking the soul-absorbing bell, even an elephant would faint for a long time. Why did this young man just shake his head and nothing happened? How strong is his spiritual consciousness
When the old man was in a daze, Xia Yan had already chanted the spell quickly, and the short chanting time was the advantage of elementary magic.
Basic magic is also the most commonly used by magicians. Intermediate and advanced magic are mainly cast by scrolls. Of course, if there are tank fighters in front, you can also spend time singing intermediate and advanced magic, but the risk is greater.
With a wave of his hand, the ghost flew towards the colorless, Xia Yan didn't dare to stop, and immediately began to chant the bloodthirsty curse, and at the same time took off the three Horcruxes from his neck, held them in his hands, and was ready to release the skeleton soldiers at any time.
"What a strong yin energy!" Seeing the ghost flying towards him, the colorless old man exclaimed, not daring to be negligent, and handed the soul-destroying bell to his left hand, and a dust whisk in his right hand, and went towards the ghost, and at the same time held the soul-destroying bell to his left hand. The bell rang.
"Damn it!" Xia Yan was halfway through the bloodthirsty curse, when the power of the soul-destroying bell hit the magic tower again, interrupting the magic immediately. At first he thought that this copper bell was nothing, but now he realized that this thing can definitely restrain a magician.
Chanting magic requires concentration, but this copper bell can seriously affect concentration and interrupt magic. If he hadn't received the Lich's memory and had too much control over magic, Xia Yan might have been backlashed by magic.
"It's impossible to use spells under the old Daoist's dementor bell!" Hearing that Xia Yan interrupted the weird spell, Wu Se laughed and said proudly. Open, unable to get close to his body.
"Could this ghost thing also affect the mind?" Seeing that the ghost's target was his own head, Wu Se guessed the reason after a little thought.
He held the brass bell and whisk together in his right hand, freed his left hand, touched his body, and found a vermilion gourd. He lifted the cover with his fingers, and whispered a spell, and the gourd flew out of its mouth. A burst of green energy entangled the ghost and pulled it into the mouth of the gourd.
The old man closed the lid triumphantly, and said with a big laugh, "This ghost thing is a novelty, just take it back and study it!"
I wipe!
Xia Yan was depressed. This bull-nosed man was clearly only wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts. Where did he get these things? This is not scientific! I took three treasures out in one breath, can I still have fun playing
Xia Yan didn't believe what Nemesis said before, but now he believed it. The three things that the colorless old man took out completely restrained his undead magic. The ghost is blocked by the whisk
Chapter 56 Colorless Magical Artifact
That's all, but it was taken in by the vermilion gourd.
That brass bell is even more powerful, it can interrupt the singing, if it cannot sing, the magician will lose more than half of his power.
I should reel!
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