I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 500 500. Jiang Qiu’e’s authority

"Bang——!"

While the two were talking, a withered hand poked out of the snow and hit the bottom of the light film. Then more and more withered hands came out and climbed up the arc-shaped light film.

The palms of these withered hands are filled with rich purple mist.

Obviously, if you are touched by these hands, it will not end well.

Xia Feng did not dare to delay, and directly clenched his fist, and the pale golden blood dripped onto the ground along the lines on his palm.

Suddenly, layers of golden waves spread out.

"Bang! Bang bang bang!!!" At the same time, the densely packed withered hands completely filled the confined space less than three meters around the two people, forming a sphere covered with hands on the hill.

Xia Feng frowned and clenched his fist again, letting more blood drip onto the surface.

But there was still no response, and no space door appeared.

He raised his head and stared at Jiang Qiu'e expressionlessly: "Don't tell me I'm looking in the wrong place."

The woman in the green skirt blinked her beautiful eyes, shook her head and whispered softly: "The location is absolutely correct, it should be a matter of time. Your blood can awaken the sealed god, but this god wakes up from endless sleep and opens the space door for us. , it will take some time.”

god? ! Xia Feng was stunned.

Jiang Qiu'e: "So what we need to do now is wait."

"Crack--" Above, the first crack appeared in the light film, threatening to break. The withered hands outside were like maggots scrambling to climb, trying to get in through this crack.

"." Xia Feng looked at this scene that made one's hair stand on end, then looked at the woman in the green skirt with an expressionless expression.

So in the seal under the hill, there are not only relics of gods, but also a god?

What on earth does this stinky fox want to do? Xia Feng felt bad. The god in the seal couldn't be with Jiang Qiu'e, right?

If this is the case, then the plan to snatch the relics of the gods may not be easy to carry out.

Of course, it doesn't really matter whether you grab the divine item or not. The focus now is, how can you not be assimilated by the snowfield consciousness!

After all, judging from the current situation, the best way to face the snowfield consciousness is to run away quickly. The longer you stay entangled with it, the more dangerous it will be.

Even the immortal power of the Evil Demon's heart is of no use. After all, the consciousness of Snowfield is not to kill him, but to assimilate him.

Let him become part of the snowfield consciousness!

It would be better to let him die.

"So, how long do we need to wait?" Xia Feng asked doubtfully.

"have no idea."

"I don't know?!" Xia Feng's eyelids twitched and he couldn't believe it. "Aren't you very courageous? I don't know how long it will take before you dare to come here?!"

Jiang Qiu'e frowned slightly and pursed her lips in displeasure:

"First of all, I am not timid, I am steady. Secondly, I have a strategy to deal with the enemy, but I need your cooperation-"

"Crack, click, click -" The cracks on the light film spread rapidly like a spider web. The withered hands outside were extremely excited and slapped harder, "Bang bang bang bang bang!!!"

Jiang Qiu'e's expression remained unchanged, a green light suddenly appeared in her hand, and a writing brush appeared out of thin air.

The body of the pole was green, and the ink-colored hair was surrounded by fine gold streams. As her thin hands danced in the air, she wrote the word "repair".

A talisman appeared out of thin air, flew into the light film and scattered auras of light. The spiderweb-like cracks were quickly repaired and remained intact as before.

"This is my ability, one of the abilities in [Words]. The pen is written according to the law. You can understand that the words I write will follow my thoughts and have a reasonable effect under the permission of the law, to talisman form storage.”

After hearing Jiang Qiu'e's explanation, Xia Feng immediately understood that the fox had thrown out various talismans before, [Escape], [Far Escape], [Strong Protection], [Strengthen], [Jing], etc., all of which were [Words]. Comes with ability.

"So, this is your spiritual weapon?"

Jiang Qiu'e's beautiful eyes were light and she nodded: "Yes."

OK? I um, you are a big-headed ghost! Xia Feng sneered in his heart. Sure enough, this insidious fox deceived people without blushing.

He had already used copying on Jiang Qiu'e when he was on Witch Island, but the copying was not successful.

This undoubtedly shows that the [Word] ability possessed by this fox is either a relic of the gods, or it is directly a divine right!

Xia Feng is more inclined to the latter. After all, Jiang Qiu'e has a cultivation seal in her body and is related to the Nine-Tails. It is difficult not to make people doubt that this woman was once a star god!

"The maximum storage limit for the talismans produced by [Yanlu] is 10. Now I have run out of talismans and need to draw them temporarily."

"So Xia Feng, next I need you to go out and stop all the evil things approaching from the outside world, and don't let them get close to this place. At the same time, I will continue to draw the [purification] talisman to help you continue to purify the 'sound of assimilation' in your heart."

Jiang Qiu'e told her plan, and Xia Feng couldn't help but wonder: "In that case, why not just create a large number of [repair] talismans? Wouldn't it be good to keep the defensive light film from being damaged?"

Jiang Qiu'e shook her head: "Different talismans consume different mental power. The mental power required for [Repair] is 8 times that of [Jing], which consumes a lot of money. So using [Jing], coupled with your powerful body, is the most likely solution now." The way to persevere until God awakens.”

Xia Feng generally understood and glanced above. Those withered hands began to violently hit the light film again, and the purple mist in the palms penetrated the light film.

"Of course, the premise of all this is that you trust me."

Jiang Qiu'e knew that Xia Feng didn't trust her and wanted to say more. But what surprised her was that Xia Feng actually nodded and stood up.

"Then let's get started."

Step out of the light film protection without any hesitation.

"You——" Jiang Qiu'e opened her mouth and stopped talking. She immediately looked serious and raised her hand to start sliding the brush in the air.

Snap, snap——

With a slight sound of stepping on the snow, Xia Feng walked out of the light film protection, but the withered hands around him ignored his existence and continued to attack the defensive light net.

He stood on a high place and looked down.

Under the snow-colored slope with endless white light, countless headless human corpses had climbed out at this moment, densely packed.

It is not accurate to say that they are human corpses. Those skinny mummies are more like a mixture of humans and dragons.

They have human-like bodies, but the eerie bone spurs protruding from the back bones, the sharp dragon claws with clear tendons and bones, and the flesh-colored wings covered with deformed bloodshot all show their "dragon" characteristics.

It's just that the characteristics are characteristics, but there is no dragon aesthetics at all.

It's more like a hybrid formed by the deformation of other creatures.

The wings flapped one by one, and the strange blood pupils on the wings were densely packed, thousands of them, all looking up at Xia Feng, full of malice.

Xia Feng had a feeling that this snowfield consciousness was very eager for him, eager to assimilate him, merge with him, bewitching his mind, as if telling him: If the evil demon obtains the power of the snowfield consciousness, it will become invincible in this world and unify all gods!

"Wulian Tianzun. Wuliang Tianzun"

The Buddhist chanting and the evil sound were unified and harmonious at this moment, like a holy and kind sound embracing consciousness and soothing the soul. Xia Feng's mind was chaotic, and the black pupils that were still cold and resolute a moment ago gradually became dazed, and a trace of red light overflowed from the corners of his eyes.