I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 422 422. Lord Dragon God, long time no see

In the darkness, a rose-red mark lit up on the back of Xia Feng's hand.

The red spiritual light floated in the air, swirling to form a graceful figure in a red skirt. The foxy little face came close to Xia Feng and said coldly: "Master, I thought you were dead."

Xia Feng flicked her forehead: "You idiot, don't curse your master."

"Oh."

Yue Hongli blinked, sniffed his neck, raised her eyes and said: "Master, the bad luck caused by the domain of the domain has not dissipated."

The domain of the domain kills one thousand enemies and loses eight hundred of its own. After using it, it will still be haunted by bad luck for a period of time, but it is not a big deal. Anyway, he now has an immortal spirit and is a completely immortal existence.

So if he really encounters something unlucky, the best he can do is to be locked up in a small dark room for three months. There will be no more unlucky things than this.

While thinking, he looked at Yue Hongli.

When death entered the static domain of the Evil River, Yue Hongli followed him in, but could not move freely like him, but her lifespan, thoughts, senses, etc. were all static.

Now she followed him out after resurrection, so for Yue Hongli, only a moment had passed, and then she ran from the long river of time and space to this place in the blink of an eye.

"Master, are we in the Evil Realm?" Yue Hongli looked at the outside world with cold and beautiful eyes.

The Evil Spirits in the outside world were still crawling, chanting unknown prayers.

Xia Feng quickly arranged the teleportation formation and gently rubbed Yue Hongli's hair, "Xiao Li, I will enter the sealed land later, you stay here to guard, and call me if there is any abnormality."

"Okay, Master."

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[Awakening Calendar 250 Days]

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The woman in the star skirt leaned against the throne, with a heavy ancient book on her knees. The pages of the book were flying with the breeze, and there was nothing more recorded on each page except the date.

Emperor Si closed her eyes, her pale vertical pupils narrowed into thin lines, and the dark gold cross between her eyebrows stretched out countless golden lines like roots, connecting into the majestic eyes.

The eighteen black chains on the armrests of the throne still bound her whole body, her soft gray hair was faintly burning with blood and fire, and the cold and ancient breath rose from the throne. At this moment, she was really like an old god imprisoned in hell, about to break through the shackles from the netherworld.

I don’t know since when,

she has long been accustomed to the life of believers coming here to meet her every once in a while,

looking forward to the believers’ appearance every time, telling her about what happened in the outside world, and even looking forward to leaving the sealed place and witnessing the prosperity of various races after the twilight of the gods with her own eyes.

Obviously, she was unwilling to wake up at first, and she was too lazy to pay attention to this male human.

But now, perhaps even if she wanted to pay attention to Xia Feng, Xia Feng would not be able to respond to her.

Three months ago.

Ever since she found that the believer’s corresponding star in the star realm was not quite right, she has been looking forward to it.

She expected that the believers would suddenly appear one day, and respectfully bow their hands to the gods again, and call her name.

But three months later, she had forcibly broken through the divine shackles of the sealed land several times, and cast her vision into the Sirius region.

But there was no change in that dark star region with few stars.

The place where Sirius disintegrated turned into nothingness and was dead silent.

The believers seemed to never appear in the sealed land again.

Perhaps, she could only continue to sleep here for tens of thousands of years, until the world came to an end and the universe entered its end.

But she didn't want to sleep like this.

She had remembered the four heretic souls who killed the believers. They were so weak, but dared to challenge the majesty of the Dragon God.

Those who angered the gods, death is their destination.

The woman on the throne slowly raised her eyes, countless sacred golden patterns were outlined on her forehead, and her gray hair floated in the space. Her momentum rose again and again, and the chains behind the throne trembled wildly.

She really couldn't break the seal here.

But it is not difficult to kill the four ants in the infinite distance with divine thoughts, but the price is that she will be seriously injured and fall into a ten-thousand-year sleep, unable to wake up, and the gods will also find that she has woken up once.

However, if the believer really died, such a price would be dispensable.

It might not be a bad thing to sleep for ten thousand years.

But Emperor Si did not act immediately.

She wanted to wait a little longer.

Waiting for an impossible.

"Hmm?"

As if she noticed something, the eyes of the woman on the throne moved.

As the space fluctuated, a male human jumped out of the space.

Xia Feng looked up and happened to meet the eyes of the woman on the throne.

Under the dark gold holy pattern on the woman's forehead, the vertical pupils burned with pale flames, as if surging with the ancient divine power, looking down on the world indifferently.

Xia Feng's soul sank, and he felt the chill of death, which was a monstrous wrath that made people feel panic and beg for mercy.

But the next moment, these terrifying auras that frightened him retreated like defeated soldiers and disappeared.

On the throne and below the god level, the atmosphere quietly fell into silence.

Xia Feng swallowed his saliva, bowed respectfully, blinked his eyes and looked up, baring his big white teeth and showing a sunny smile: "Lord Dragon God, long time no see."

Emperor Si: "."

The floating cloud-gray soft hair fell down, and the faintly burning blood color also quietly faded. The golden lines like roots in the center of the eyebrows also retreated like a tide, and turned into a dark golden cross mark again, embellishing the center of the eyebrows.

Emperor Si lowered her eyes, slowly closed the heavy book on her knees, and turned into a spiritual light and dissipated.

As she gathered her divine power and suppressed the idea of ​​breaking through the seal, the eighteen netherworld chains behind her, which seemed to come from Fengdu, also quietly collapsed, as if they had never appeared.

The throne and the woman on the throne returned to normal in an instant, and they looked no different from when Xia Feng came here before.

Xia Feng's right eyelid twitched slightly, and he asked tentatively: "Lord Dragon God, how have you been in the past three months?"

Di Si raised her eyes and nodded softly: "Very good."

"Oh, that's good."

Xia Feng nodded, but was a little confused, "Then who were you just now?"

The space fell into a brief silence, a little silent.

"I am aware of your death."

Emperor Si said calmly and softly, "After all, as my only believer, your death is undoubtedly a provocation to the Dragon God, so I am prepared to pay the price of sleep to help you execute the four heretics."

"!" Xia Feng was shocked when he heard Miss Evil Dragon's words.

It was such a close call, but luckily he came in as soon as he was resurrected. Otherwise, in order to kill four novices and cause Miss Evil Dragon to sleep for ten thousand years again, it would really be more than worth the gain.

But what surprised Xia Feng was that Miss Evil Dragon could actually know who killed him? Can you even snipe the target while being sealed?

"My believer, you have broken your promise again. I need a reasonable explanation." Emperor Si raised her eyes and looked at him.

Three months ago, after helping the believers get rid of the group of evil and human enemies and accepting the challenge from the evil witch, the believers said they would come in to find her soon.

And this 'soon', I didn't expect it to be three months.