After rebirth, I became a treacherous minister Black Moonlight

Chapter 697 The truth comes out

Chapter 697 The truth comes out
"wizard!"

The young disciple's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly took a step forward, wanting to reach out to help the wizard, but was stopped by Mo Yi.

Mo Yi looked at the wizard suspiciously, with extreme shock flashing in his eyes.

Although I don't know what happened, as far as I can remember, the wizard has never been so embarrassed.

To be precise, this is no longer an embarrassment, but a frustration.

The Loulan wizards were revered as gods of the Western Regions and were transcendent beings equivalent to the goddess of Wushan.

Not only because of his outstanding abilities, but also because he has never been defeated.

"Wizard, what happened? What happened to your formation?"

Mo Yi still couldn't believe that the wizard was defeated.

He would rather believe that the formation was too mentally taxing, causing the wizard to overdraw his mental strength and vitality.

The Loulan wizard could not answer him.

He closed his eyes, trying hard to maintain the witchcraft and formation.

"wizard……"

The young disciple's eyes were filled with worry and his heart was in a knot.

Mo Yi frowned and looked at the wizard deeply.

Even though he didn't understand witchcraft, he could sense that the wizard was fighting with someone.

It was a battlefield that transcended martial arts.

who is it?

That girl?

How could they force the wizard into such a situation?
"Does your master often do this?"

He asked the young disciple.

The young disciple was stunned.

"I'm asking you a question!"

Mo Yi said impatiently.

The young disciple came to his senses.

He was so overjoyed by the word "your master" that he lost his composure for a moment.

He was not yet qualified to call the wizard "Master", but the title was really tempting.

He said gratefully and gently: "In reply to Master Mo,... this is the first time that Master has been injured while performing witchcraft."

He glanced at the wizard who was struggling.

Master... probably can't hear it.

It shouldn't be a problem if I respond to Lord Mo like this.

Bottom of the well.

The blood from Meng Qianqian's palm dripped onto the witch soil.

The witch soil that was originally compacted into a ball began to crack inch by inch.

That intuition came back again.

She could feel the negative energy at the bottom of the well dissipating.

But at the same time, the remaining Yin energy was also condensing rapidly.

As if making a final resistance.

"Are you going to fight back?"

Her eyes turned cold, and she reached out her hand and grabbed the witch soil.

The witch's soil seemed to have suction power, madly sucking in the witch's blood. The cracks were filled with blood, like tiny rivers of blood flowing.

Wu Tu finally couldn't bear it anymore and shattered with a loud bang!
"puff--"

Under the big tree, the Loulan wizard spat out a mouthful of blood again and collapsed with a bang.

"Master!"

The young disciple no longer cared about Mo Yi's obstruction, and rushed forward to hold the Loulan wizard's shoulders and helped him sit on the cushion.

The Loulan wizard slowly opened his eyes, and a darkness that swallowed everything flashed in his gloomy eyes.

The young disciple's heart skipped a beat. He let go, stepped back a few steps, knelt on the ground, bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "Master Wizard."

Mo Yi frowned and asked, "Wizard, what happened?"

The Loulan wizard closed his eyes and said, "The formation has failed."

"What? Failed?"

Mo Yi was shocked.

Guessing it is one thing, but actually hearing the wizard admit it himself is another.

He would rather the wizard had a hard time casting the spell than actually fail.

"Why this?"

He asked, "Didn't you say... the closer that woman was to the witch's land, the faster the formation would succeed? Why did it fail instead?"

The Loulan wizard said weakly: "Blood of the witch..."

"Miko...you mean they invited a miko?"

Mo Yi was even more puzzled.

Since there are wizards in the world, there are naturally witches. Once upon a time, Loulan also had a great witch.

But she had already disappeared.

No one knows where she went or whether she is still alive.

Since her, witchcraft has been carried forward by wizards, and there are very few witches who can be ranked among the famous ones.

The Loulan wizard said: "Either they invited a witch, or... that girl is the witch."

"how is this possible?"

Mo Yi was startled.

Whether the Governor's Office invited a shrine maiden or the woman herself was a shrine maiden, it was impossible for that to happen.

The Governor's Office has nothing to do with Loulan, except Chenlong.

But Chen Long had been expelled from Loulan long ago. He was a traitor to Loulan, and no witch would be loyal to him.

And even if there is, the other party is so capable that it is impossible for me not to have heard of the other party's name.

As for the latter, it is even more absurd.

Meng Qianqian is a real Youzhou native. They have thoroughly investigated her ancestors for eighteen generations and she is definitely not a witch or the descendant of a witch.

"Wizard, if the opponent is a witch, shouldn't her blood be more replenishing and more beneficial to the formation?"

The young disciple couldn't help but ask.

He knew he'd better keep his mouth shut.

But he really didn't want to miss this great opportunity to learn.

He wanted to master more witchcraft and become a powerful wizard.

"Is there such a theory?"

Mo Yi looked at the Loulan wizard suspiciously.

“That’s true.”

The Loulan wizard said with a pale face, "If you encounter a large formation that cannot be maintained, you can sacrifice a witch to enhance the power of the formation."

"That……"

The more Mo Yi listened, the more confused he became. "Since it is a great tonic for the formation, how can it break the formation?"

The Loulan wizard said: "I can only think of one possibility... the witch's blood is mixed with the energy of the Pure Yang Holy Body."

"The energy of the pure yang holy body?"

Mo Yi has practiced martial arts for many years, but has rarely dabbled in witchcraft, and it can even be said that he knows nothing about it.

The Loulan wizard said solemnly: "It is recorded in the books, but I have never encountered it. I once thought it was just a legend."

Mo Yi frowned: "You are not sure?"

The Loulan wizard was silent.

In fact, he was roughly certain of it, but he was unwilling to believe in his heart that there was really something in the world that could control his witchcraft.

"Wizard, you are not like yourself today."

Mo Yi said.

The Loulan wizard did not refute.

He encountered situations that he would never encounter in his life and suffered setbacks that he could never have imagined in his dreams.

The extremely yin blood of the witch, the innate pure yang energy of the holy body...

How could this be?
How could it be in the witch's body?

The more the Loulan wizard thought, the more painful his sea of consciousness became.

One is rare in a century, and the appearance of the two together... If it gets out, a legend comparable to Aimulan will appear in the Western Regions.

No, perhaps a greater legend than Aimulan.

If that witch hadn't disappeared...

and many more.

Could it be... that the disappeared witch has returned?
Is she back?
……

Aimulan sat quietly in the room.

The door was pushed open and the Loulan wizard walked in with a cane.

In just one night, he seemed to have aged ten years, with even his temples turning gray.

"princess."

Aimulan paused and said, "Your voice has also become old."

"Yes."

he replied.

"It looks like this will be a difficult time?"