Fairyland, big problem

[Elf Paradise, there is a big problem] 【】

[Sure enough, it was as expected by the director. 】

During the battle process, the death coffin can communicate with other elves who are also in the summoning position.

[What did you find? 】

The Steel Armored Crow and Poisonous Skeleton Frog are in the closed state, and they don't know the outside situation.

[It was arranged by the director before going to bed. ] Reaper's Coffin replied, 【The evil thing first doubted whether to chase after it, then moved away, then froze, and then turned back. 】

Wen Jiu soaked in the seawater and slept very dead, the smell was eliminated by the seawater, and the human breath was covered by the synchronized death coffin, and the sense of existence was thin.

There is soul noise in my head, but this thing does not belong to the sorcery of "Madam Qiansi" against Wen Jiu. It is a sorcery halo, which is very tricky and cannot be eliminated through the characteristics of mummy.

Fortunately, the halo effect is not so directional, and it may be able to delay Wen Jiu's discovery.

I have already slept for three minutes, and it would be better to sleep for a few more seconds.

"Hehe...Young master, you are still in this Haixin Pear Garden, you are so stupid."

'Madam Qiansi' sneered, it felt that its special ability continued to affect a certain target, and it could lock the direction through feedback.

From the edge of the Haixin Pear Garden where it is currently located, across the original central stage, to the outside of the other end, there is a stone the size of a standing washbasin.

It seems that there is no way to hide people, but 'Madam Qiansi' senses that the target of the special ability feedback is there.

"The breath is well covered, but it's a bit stupid."

The stupidity that 'Mrs. Qiansi' said was aimed at Wen Jiu's practice of not leaving.

If Wen Jiu leaves, there may be a glimmer of life.

To be discovered in this way is really dead.

When the battle was not too intense, 'Madam Qiansi' could suppress the curse and greatly slow down the speed of its spread, and now it just passed the upper edge of her legs.

It won't take long to kill Wen Jiu.

What really worried 'Madam Qiansi' was, why didn't the young master run away?

Really use the last technique to delay the time for the whole world?

It's unreasonable, as long as 'Madam Qiansi' is alive, the evil red thread gods and puppets all over the world are normal, and it doesn't matter if you are in Haixin Pear Garden or other places.

【not good! 】

Death's Coffin felt that the soul was approaching. Since the judgment was vague in the synchronous state, the distance could only be estimated, so early warning was necessary.

Just as Wen Jiu was about to wake up, the death coffin froze.

Haixin Pear Garden... A second soul appeared.

That soul stood still, confronting 'Mrs. Qiansi' at the remnant position of the original stage.

The death coffin in the synchronous state has a vague perception of the soul, and it can only be roughly estimated that the two guys are more than 300 meters away from Wen Jiu.

I don't know what they are planning. In short, if there is any sign of approaching, as long as the death coffin is opened, it will be guaranteed to be safe for at least one round.

"Girl... where did you come from?"

"Linglong Ancient Town."

In front of 'Mrs. Qiansi', the red dress fluctuated with the sea breeze, and the embroidered bone-winged phoenix hovered among the flowers on the other side.

The undulating fabric of the red skirt and the patterns on the red hijab look like a living thing.

"Then why are you standing in front of my concubine?"

"I want to protect my sweetheart."

"Sweetheart?"

'Madam Qiansi' narrowed her black and white eyes, "Is that the young master?"

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[Elf Paradise, there is a big problem] 【】

On the Haixin Pear Garden, both the ancient evil god and Xie Sha knew Wen Jiu's true location.

The red wedding dress feels more deeply, the state of the sweetheart is very bad, exhausted physically and mentally, and using some method to fall into a deep sleep.

"He is a human being, and you are an evil thing." 'Madam Qiansi' pointed at the stone from a distance,

"Either, you demonize him, or you just back away."

"No, I..."

Before the words of negation came out of the mouth of the red wedding dress, she had already felt the anger of 'Mrs. Qiansi'.

In the next second, the gray silk thread ran through the body of the red wedding dress, lifted it up, and fell violently a hundred meters.

The impact of the beating is nothing, what is really terrifying is that the gray silk thread pierced and left a wound that burst outward and could not heal.

This is just a random blow from 'Madam Qiansi', and the difference between evil spirits and evil gods is insurmountable.

"no!"

The 'Madam Qiansi' who was pounced in Wen Jiu's direction was suddenly grabbed, with anger in her eyes, she turned her head to look at the red thread tied around her hands and feet.

"Nianyou is an evil spirit with a story, and it is not easy to practice. Let go now, and I will spare you from death."

"No, Lord Cthulhu, I will never marry him in this life!"

The red wedding dress stood up, her dress was damaged, revealing her pale arms.

Strands of red lines spread from the body surface, unexpectedly blocking the side of 'Madam Qiansi' facing Wen Jiu.

"Then, just leave it in my hands as a puppet, and let you kill the young master yourself. It sounds like a good show."

Even if 'Madam Qiansi' is seriously injured, even if she is turned into a puppet, she is still a serious evil god, and her thousand-year qualifications cannot be competed with by the red wedding dress.

The gray silk thread swept out sharply, and when the red wedding dress sensed something, it was already in front of it, and the aura from a similar superior made its soul tremble.

Generally speaking, when facing high-level types, evil things will involuntarily surrender from the depths of their souls, and it is convenient for high-level evil things to control the overall situation and hold command power.

Thinking of He Wenjiu's not too much past, the red wedding dress gritted her teeth, resisted the pressure, and her dress turned into a large number of red threads, which collided with gray silk threads.

In terms of quantity, the silk thread of the red wedding dress has an advantage, but unfortunately the quality and grade cannot be compared.

The muffled sound like a knife piercing a sack made one's scalp tingle, and the broken body of the red wedding dress was pierced hard and thrown to the ground.

The violent bombardment smashed the solid ground of Haixin Pear Garden out of a big hole after being baptized by high temperature and high pressure.

"You... really intend to die here?"

The eyes of 'Mrs. Qiansi' turned slightly backwards. The red wedding dress was so injured that she still couldn't remove the red wall protecting Wen Jiu's side.

"Then let's die here, I'm not at a loss to be buried with Lord Cthulhu."

In the pothole, the red wedding dress got up.

The body surface is full of cracks, like a broken porcelain doll.

The red line was extended from the broken arm joint, and the forearm that fell off was connected back.

The red wedding dress knew that she was seriously injured, and if she continued to bear the attack of the evil god, it would not only be a matter of recuperating for hundreds of years, but it was very likely that her soul would be scattered.

And the 'Madam Qiansi' on the opposite side hasn't done her best yet...

"Want to consume me to death?"

'Madam Qiansi' almost laughed out loud.

It is true that there is a special spell extending on its soul, but dealing with one red wedding dress, or even five more red wedding dresses, will not affect the suppression of the curse by 'Madam Qiansi'.

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[Elf Paradise, there is a big problem] 【】

This is the Haixin Pear Garden, the millennium "source of disaster" of "Mrs. Qiansi".

The buildings on the ground were blown up, and the home court was still the home court.

"Then, I don't have time to play with you romantically." A black and green silk thread floated behind 'Mrs. Qiansi'.

Not the gray silk thread constructed by magic, but its hair.

The amount is less and softer, but the oppressive force in it is even greater.

"Little girl, stay and be my troupe's puppet, let's pursue the most perfect play together..."