I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 501 501. A crisis more terrifying than death

Xia Feng felt his consciousness being pulled, falling to the bottom of the abyss.

Below the abyss, there was an ocean of countless strange hands and flesh limbs, and faces of all kinds of creatures emerged from it, with a uniform smile on the corners of their lips.

"Wake up."

The ethereal and fairy-like voice came from the sky.

The purification talisman poured into the back of Xia Feng's head, and he suddenly shuddered, and the light in his black pupils recovered, and his cold and solemn eyes swept across the snowy land.

"Swoosh--" The headless corpses on the snowy land walked briskly, waving their flesh wings and coming straight to the hills from all directions.

These monsters were in the tens of thousands, endless, and their roars shook the sky.

Xia Feng's head buzzed again, and he felt his nerves twitching, and a strange sense of panic and despair inexplicably arose in his heart.

"This is a deformed dragon corpse. The eyes on their wings, the sounds they make, the smell of their bodies, and even the bites of their sharp teeth will aggravate your negative emotions."

The will of the woman in green skirt echoed in Xia Feng's heart. Xia Feng nodded and chose to close his vision, smell and hearing without hesitation, and fell into a dark state completely.

At the same time, he said in his heart: "Jiang Qiu'e, you take charge."

Jiang Qiu'e didn't expect Xia Feng to trust her so much. However, the resurrection methods of the two people were not very useful in facing the consciousness of the snowfield, so at this moment they had to give up their grudges and work closely together to avoid being assimilated by the consciousness of the snowfield.

However, with the connection of the swarm's will, the communication of consciousness between Xia Feng and Jiang Qiu'e was more than ten times faster than normal telepathy.

Xia Feng could clearly perceive the description of the environment provided by Jiang Qiu'e, as if Jiang Qiu'e had become his eyes, and he had a clear view of the environment around him.

With his eyes closed and his head tilted, Xia Feng narrowly avoided the claws of a dragon corpse. At the same time, he kicked back with a whirlwind, and the dragon corpse behind him flew back a hundred meters like a cannonball, knocking down all the monsters that climbed up the hill.

But there were more dragon corpses around him and surrounded Xia Feng.

Xia Feng couldn't see anything, but under the instruction of Jiang Qiu'e's will, his figure dodged left and right, and punched the dragon corpses one after another.

"Xia Feng, is there a way to clean up these broken hands on the light film?" Jiang Qiu'e's questioning sounded in his heart.

Xia Feng rushed out of the monster pile, and while running, he activated the Evil Hand Guanyin Statue. Suddenly, with the consumption of a lot of mental power, a thousand arms exactly like his right hand appeared in the air.

The Evil Hand Guanyin Statue was a spiritual weapon obtained in Dongsheng Fortress. It is very practical. It can be used with the Excitement Ring and the Four Symbols Formation to mark enemies, and it can also perfectly inherit Xia Feng's strength and agility.

The disadvantage is that the hands that are materialized can only be within a range of 100 meters, with a maximum of 1,000 hands, and each hand consumes a lot of mental energy.

But it is enough.

In the space around Jiang Qiu'e, a duel between hands was staged, and the pale and dry hands were grabbed by Xia Feng's thousand right hands and crushed violently.

With the assistance of the evil-handed Guanyin statue, the phrase "two fists cannot defeat four hands" does not apply to Xia Feng. He is not afraid of facing more monsters besieging him now.

Xia Feng stood on the top of the hill, in front of the light red film, with a thousand hands floating behind him, and he was alone.

But after an hour of awesomeness.

He gradually became tired.

The wisdom of the snowfield consciousness is not low. It directly ordered the three dragon corpses to suppress the hand that grabbed him. Only three thousand dragon corpses were needed to barely control the thousand hands.

In addition, the teeth of these deformed dragon corpses grow on the smooth necks. When bitten by them, they have the effect of aggravating negative emotions.

Jiang Qiu'e constantly creates new net characters to help him maintain his sanity and eliminate negative emotions.

But there were too many dragon corpses, and there was no end to them.

His shirt had completely disintegrated, revealing his muscular and beautiful figure, with his arms, thighs, back muscles, and skull all covered with horrible injuries from being bitten by dragon corpses.

Fortunately, in addition to creating the will of the hive, the Queen Bee's tears also gave him a very strong self-healing ability. Every time he was injured, even with broken arms, legs, and a hole in the forehead, he could recover in an instant.

But this kind of recovery requires the consumption of honey.

Every time he heals himself, his bone age goes back a little.

After persisting for another hour, he finally regained his tall figure and shrank back to the shape he had in Liuzhuang.

"Jiang Qiu'e, how long are you going to hold on?" A childish and deep voice sounded in Jiang Qiu'e's heart, "If this continues, I'll have to go back to my mother's womb!"

Jiang Qiu'e watched Xia Feng return to the look he had a few days ago, with that familiar cute face she had.

If he continued to grow backwards like this, he would die sooner or later.

Jiang Qiu'e's ethereal eyes were light, she pursed her lips, and her face was cold: "Come back first, suck me."

"." Xia Feng didn't expect Jiang Qiu'e to make such a suggestion.

But it seems to be true. Since there is not enough honey, just add some.

As long as the amount of honey is enough, he can keep fighting until the god in the seal wakes up.

But now, he is not the bee colony will cultivated by Jiang Qiu'e, but the enemy that Jiang Qiu'e hates, the evil man who vowed to cut into pieces!

After thinking about it, Xia Feng took out the dark golden Nashi Holy Bow, pulled the bow, and after three arrows gathered and shot out, three light streams formed in the air.

This is one of the abilities of the Nashi Holy Suit, the Holy Arrow Spirit Soldier.

Consume mental power to release light arrows, and the light arrows can give up the attack form and turn into human form. The more mental power is consumed, the higher the force and sensitivity value of the human form.

Now he only has 30% of his mental power left. In order to save it, he only created three level 5 holy arrow spirit soldiers, which is equivalent to the physical level of ordinary five close to Zhenwu.

In this way, facing the siege of the dragon corpse army, he should be able to resist for a while.

Let the holy arrow spirit soldiers block outside the light film, and the thousand hands are suspended in the air.

Xia Feng took a step and re-entered it. While being subconsciously hugged by Jiang Qiu'e, he released the closed five senses and let his smell, hearing and vision return.

His face was buried in the bulge of the green skirt. The soft feeling made Xia Feng stunned for a while, then raised his head.

The woman's fairy cold face came into view. The lightly frowned eyebrows were like the distant mountains and clear lakes in the ink painting, alienated from the world, as if looking down at him from the top of the clouds.

Xia Feng's black pupils were faint. He reached out to open the first button of her collar. Between the delicate and round collarbone, the holy green lines outlined by complex lines emerged.

Xia Feng then opened the second and third buttons.

Jiang Qiu'e's thin eyebrows were getting tighter and tighter, and her beautiful eyes stared at him with an extremely sinister look.

Xia Feng felt the piercing cold murderous intent, and his scalp was numb, but he just smiled, did not speak, and continued to open the fourth button.

Just like that, while looking at the ethereal eyes of the woman in the green skirt, he pulled off her collar roughly.

duang~duang~ The defense net that had already turned deep red and blocked the outside world's view heard the sound of the dragon corpse hitting again, and it vibrated.

Jiang Qiu'e clenched her fists tightly, and although she frowned, her expression remained unchanged, with a cold face, as if it had nothing to do with her.