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"How dare I hurt my moray eel baby!" Siriana's sea witch roared like thunder. She held up her scepter and quickly recited a long prayer in her mouth. The fluctuations of evil attributes gathered from all directions.

After conquering [Death], the tarot cards around him increased to ten, forming a larger star light array. Ming Fengcao stood proudly on the chariot, staring at Siriana's movements.

Wang Bing led countless little demons to rush to the chariot. The silver flame of the chariot suddenly rose, temporarily blocking the little demons.

"Huh... let me take a breath!" Wang Bing saw Ming Fengcao's hands still dripping blood. She screamed: "Cao'er, the hand is seriously injured!"

"It's okay for the time being, don't worry." Ming Fengcao smiled slightly, without showing any pain.

But Wang Bing knew that it was just because Ming Fengcao was very good at tolerance. His hands were damaged and his bones could be seen. How could it not hurt?

Looking at Ming Fengcao with a little concern, Wang Bing stopped talking, and now he could not have enough time to bandage, so he asked, "What is that old witch doing?"

Ming Fengcao's eyes were as bright as stars: "She is chanting a spell, so she wants to catch us all in one place."

"I'll interrupt her!" Wang Bing was about to leave the chariot, and Ming Fengcao shook his head: "Didn't Bing'er notice? After she started to recite, she couldn't interrupt. More and more evil forces with strange attributes gathered around her, which were constantly increasing, forming a whirlpool and a millstone. When we go over rashly, we may be dragged in and turned into ashes."

"Then let her finish reciting this spell, we are also in danger!"

"What I have to do now is to take it back while she has no time to control the [Demon]." Ming Fengcao raised her eyes and looked at the darkness that enveloped Wang Bing. The [Demon] learned the lesson of [Death] and was far enough away from the silver flame. The transformed little demons were like a group of black bats, unable to circling, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

"Bing'er helps me block all attacks before I draw the bow and shoot the light ball."

"no problem!"

Ming Fengcao stood on the chariot and pulled the light bow towards the countless little demons in the sky. This time, her energy accumulation time lasted for five seconds. The little demons kept squeaking and stabbing with a sharp fork. They were stabbed into ashes by the ice gun in Wang Bing's hand.

Siriana knew about Ming Fengcao and Wang Bing's actions, but she just sneered. As long as she finished reciting her spell, she would kill these two little girls who were ignorant of the sky and earth, and even the nine tarot cards from Ming Fengcao Land would fall into her hands.

The bow is like a full moon, and then countless transparent bubbles are shot out, facing the little demons one-on-one, wrapping each of them in a bubble.

After being wrapped in, no matter how hard they struggled, they could not come out of the bubble. Ming Fengcao gently patted his hands and all the bubbles were gathered into the same one, and the black cloud that created the little demon was also wrapped in the bubble.

"[The devil], what you represent is temptation, depravity, and loss of nature." Ming Fengcao's voice was sweet but firm: "Even so, this should not be your nature! Be clear about me, don't bite people, and throw my face from the Great Akarna Sect!"

All 40% of the remaining spiritual power of Mingfengcao was used in this move. The bubble contracted mercilessly in the middle, crushing a bunch of small demons transformed into the [Demon] card, forcing the [Demon] to show the card body! 411

"How dare I hurt my moray eel baby!" Siriana's sea witch roared like thunder. She held up her scepter and quickly recited a long prayer in her mouth. The fluctuations of evil attributes gathered from all directions.

After conquering [Death], the tarot cards around him increased to ten, forming a larger star light array. Ming Fengcao stood proudly on the chariot, staring at Siriana's movements.

Wang Bing led countless little demons to rush to the chariot. The silver flame of the chariot suddenly rose, temporarily blocking the little demons.

"Huh... let me take a breath!" Wang Bing saw Ming Fengcao's hands still dripping blood. She screamed: "Cao'er, the hand is seriously injured!"

"It's okay for the time being, don't worry." Ming Fengcao smiled slightly, without showing any pain.

But Wang Bing knew that it was just because Ming Fengcao was very good at tolerance. His hands were damaged and his bones could be seen. How could it not hurt?

Looking at Ming Fengcao with a little concern, Wang Bing stopped talking, and now he could not have enough time to bandage, so he asked, "What is that old witch doing?"

Ming Fengcao's eyes were as bright as stars: "She is chanting a spell, so she wants to catch us all in one place."

"I'll interrupt her!" Wang Bing was about to leave the chariot, and Ming Fengcao shook his head: "Didn't Bing'er notice? After she started to recite, she couldn't interrupt. More and more evil forces with strange attributes gathered around her, which were constantly increasing, forming a whirlpool and a millstone. When we go over rashly, we may be dragged in and turned into ashes."

"Then let her finish reciting this spell, we are also in danger!"

"What I have to do now is to take it back while she has no time to control the [Demon]." Ming Fengcao raised her eyes and looked at the darkness that enveloped Wang Bing. The [Demon] learned the lesson of [Death] and was far enough away from the silver flame. The transformed little demons were like a group of black bats, unable to circling, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

"Bing'er helps me block all attacks before I draw the bow and shoot the light ball."

"no problem!"

Ming Fengcao stood on the chariot and pulled the light bow towards the countless little demons in the sky. This time, her energy accumulation time lasted for five seconds. The little demons kept squeaking and stabbing with a sharp fork. They were stabbed into ashes by the ice gun in Wang Bing's hand.

Siriana knew about Ming Fengcao and Wang Bing's actions, but she just sneered. As long as she finished reciting her spell, she would kill these two little girls who were ignorant of the sky and earth, and even the nine tarot cards from Ming Fengcao Land would fall into her hands.

The bow is like a full moon, and then countless transparent bubbles are shot out, facing the little demons one-on-one, wrapping each of them in a bubble.

After being wrapped in, no matter how hard they struggled, they could not come out of the bubble. Ming Fengcao gently patted his hands and all the bubbles were gathered into the same one, and the black cloud that created the little demon was also wrapped in the bubble.

"[The devil], what you represent is temptation, depravity, and loss of nature." Ming Fengcao's voice was sweet but firm: "Even so, this should not be your nature! Be clear about me, don't bite people, and throw my face from the Great Akarna Sect!"
Chapter completed!