As the old witch's spell continued, a phantom of three-headed and six-armed goddess appeared.

His eyes were empty, and he held a torch on his left and right hands.

The fire of nothingness burned on the torch.

And in the back of His, a dark moon appeared faintly.

Soldier Philip did not notice this situation. He just looked at the old witch who was constantly chanting curses with boredom, and his patience became worse and worse!

But the old witch's eyes became brighter and louder, and the sound of chanting the mantra became louder and louder.

The three-headed and six-armed goddess' head was lowered and her eyes were on the soldier Philip.

As His eyes looked, the black substance in the black crystal ball flowed out of the crystal ball like liquid and crawled towards the soldier Philip.

Soldier Philip soon noticed this situation and cursed, "Damn, what is this?"

The soldier Philip raised his leg and was about to leave!

However, like 502 glue, the pentagram firmly sucked his feet in place, unable to move, and had to watch the black liquid rushing up from his feet.

"Damn old witch! I want you to look good!" Soldier Philip cursed loudly.

At this time, the old witch had finished reciting the spell, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

It seems that the burden on her to cast this magic circle is not light!

At least in the view of William behind him, the magic of the old witch has been reduced by half.

This is what the Magic Mirror told him.

The old witch didn't bother to wipe the sweat, pointed at the soldier Philip with a wooden stick, shouted, "Shut up!"

A blue light flashed through the wooden staff and shot to the soldier Philip.

The black liquid magically merged into the soldier Philip's body and disappeared without a trace!

At this time, the phantom of the goddess with three heads and six arms disappeared, and the soldier Philip also regained his ability to move.

Philip jumped out of the magic circle, quickly pulled out the long sword around his waist, and was about to chop at the old witch.

"Silly mortal!" The old witch's eyes turned cold, and after she quickly recited a spell, her face became extremely majestic.

"Witchcraft-Intimidation!"

When the soldier Philip saw the ugly face of the old witch, for some reason, he suddenly lost the courage to swing the sword and did not dare to swing the sword at the old witch again.

The old witch who cast the spell turned pale again, and she glared at the soldier Philip, "What are you going to do?"

"I should say this, what did you do to me?"

"I'm opening the key to the treasure for you!" said the old witch.

"Come on, I'm not a three-year-old!"

"A child at least three years old is not as stupid as you!" said the old witch.

A trace of anger flashed through the soldier Philip's eyes.

The old witch explained, "My grandmother is a witch with great magic power. Her treasure has many protective measures, and only she herself can avoid attacking! I was just attaching my grandmother's breath to you, so that the things in the treasure mistakenly think that you are my grandmother herself, so that they will not be attacked by them!"

When the old witch said "them", a trace of fear and unstoppable greed flashed in her eyes.

However, the soldier Philip did not notice this!

His focus is on himself, "Then is there anything I have to do?"

"Of course you don't, you idiot! Once the magic circle is over, my grandmother's breath will dissipate, so don't waste time!"
Chapter completed!