Is The Big Villain Crazy, Really Made The Empress Into A Puppet?

The moonlight was hidden in the clouds, and darkness descended, bringing a little coldness.

Not far from the palace where Nangong Junchen was, a figure was hidden in the darkness, a pair of icy eyes seemed to have ghostly blood flashing, exuding a bloodthirsty aura.

This person is Zhang Feiyang.

He quietly watched the ghost-eye doll go through the void, and silently entered the palace where Nangong Junchen was, and couldn't help but have a strong sneer on his face.

As a ghost-handed emperor who was aloof in his previous life and in charge of one side of the world, he had a strong confidence in ghost-eye dolls, and even the law and immortality were difficult to detect when he asked himself.

At this moment, although his physical strength is weak, his spirit is still strong.

As he expected, after the ghost-eye doll sank into the depths of the palace, there was no movement at all.

Soon, the location of Nangong Junchen was locked, and he passed by silently.

"Boy, donate your soul."

Zhang Feiyang had an indifferent sneer on his face. His thoughts were connected with the ghost-eye doll. As soon as this thought came out, the ghost-eye doll suddenly swept out of the void.

In an instant, the fluctuations in the void jumped up suddenly, as if a battle of thousands of ghosts walked through the void.

"Boom!"

A sharp ghostly sound burst out of the air, like an icy waterfall falling, turning into a pale ghost hand full of corpse spots, grabbing towards the top of Nangong Junchen's head.

Above the ghost hand, black runes are intertwined, the vortex is all over, and the ghosts are turbulent. It seems that there is a peerless evil spirit awakening within it, and it wants to devour everything.

In the blink of an eye, the entire palace seemed to be covered with frost, and the coldness was biting to the bone, even the breath was frozen.

"It really is the power of the soul."

"There are some legal means that can travel through the void, but unfortunately, the power is only the first of Tianzun."

Nangong Junchen shook his head sarcastically, of course he was well prepared.

Naturally, he was also well-informed about how to deal with Zhang Feiyang.

For the son of foreign luck, it is necessary to harvest slowly.

First let the son of luck run high, thinking that Nangong Junchen has already been captured and has no power to fight back.

Another reversal, let it feel the drop from heaven to hell.

Is this okay?

Dao heart broken or something, can't come a wave of luck?

He smiled secretly in his heart, and there was a look of horror and horror on his face, as if he had lost his soul, sitting in place.

"Hahaha, boy, now you know what you're afraid of? It's a pity it's too late!"

"If it wasn't for the fear of exposure, this Emperor would have liked to devour you in public!"

Zhang Feiyang saw the performance of Nangong Junchen's lost soul through the ghost-eye doll, and couldn't help laughing, and the grievances in his heart were also swept away.

Everything is under control. Today, I quietly get rid of Nangong Junchen, and tomorrow I start concentrating on subduing Zhang Qingchen. It's not too perfect.

Thinking about it, he showed a fierce look on his face, and immediately urged the ghost-eye doll to kill Nangong Junchen.

Following that, he didn't even look at Nangong Junchen again, but looked at another room.

Although he was blocked by a layer of powerful divine soul power, there seemed to be a picture of a beautiful woman bathing in the room, which made him feel very fragrant.

"This woman can not be killed, and she can be pampered when she is kept by her side, but it can further solve the obsession of the original body."

Zhang Feiyang rubbed his chin, and the corners of his mouth grinned again and again.

After a while, he felt that the obsession of the original body had decreased a bit, and his fit with this flesh body was also a bit higher.

Involuntarily, even the meridians all over the body showed signs of loosening.

This is naturally a happy thing, and his mood is more and more relaxed.

At this time, Nangong Junchen's expression suddenly changed, from his previous panicked expression, and he shot directly with a cold expression.

I saw him grabbing towards the void, and the giant palm came out, and the power of heaven and earth was brought under his control.

"boom!"

The heavy sound swayed, and the giant palm slammed into the void in an instant, and suddenly smashed out countless cracks, forcing the entire ghost-eye doll's body out of the endless void.

buzzing.

Immediately, he grasped it in the palm of his hand, and the monstrous shadow directly turned into a prison, directly blocking the ghost-eye doll in his hand.

"Roar—" Wan Gui screamed, terrified.

"Do you still want to struggle?"

With his low hum, countless black smoke rushed out of the ghost-eye doll.

Then he was suppressed to annihilation by his domineering power.

The black smoke dissipated, the scream disappeared, and a faint soul body and a drop of blood essence floated on his palm.

This is a ray of divine soul and a drop of blood essence differentiated by Zhang Feiyang.

The ghost eye doll has been completely killed by Nangong Junchen.

"Ding! The son of luck, Zhang Feiyang's soul was severely damaged, and he was severely backlashed. He plundered Zhang Feiyang, the son of luck, for 20 layers of luck, and rewarded him with 200 points of luck."

Soon, Nangong Junchen received a prompt from the system and couldn't help but sneer.

With another 20 layers of luck, Zhang Feiyang, the son of luck, how much luck is left?

The harvest was a little too fast, and I felt a little caught off guard.

At this speed, how long can Zhang Feiyang last?

I haven't gotten around to it yet.

Nangong Junchen had a playful smile on his face, and his eyes fell on the ray of soul and blood.

I have to say that with these two things, Zhang Feiyang can still play a little value.

Exactly, the Thousand Faces Sigil can be used.

...

In the shadows outside the hall.

Zhang Feiyang suddenly realized that the connection between himself and the ghost eye doll was broken, and the sneer on his face instantly stiffened.

The mood suddenly fell from heaven to hell, and his face was already pale.

"What's the matter? That kid is pretending? Impossible!"

As soon as the doubts arose, he suddenly felt that a heavy blow like five thunders slammed into his mind.

"Soul backlash! No! What the hell happened?"

With a sound of "Pfft...", he vomited blood, and Zhang Feiyang felt as if his entire body was suddenly drained, and fell to the ground.

"No no no!"

Zhang Feiyang got up in shock, feeling that his body was weakened to the extreme.

His fleshly body is in the mortal realm, indulging in women's lust, as if it had been hollowed out long ago.

Now it has been attacked by the soul, and the blood of the body has also been taken away by Nangong Junchen a lot. It can be said that he was hit by a double crit. If he did not die directly, he had already burned the incense.

He was extremely frightened and regretful.

Careless, too underestimate that Nangong Junchen.

Hurry up and leave, if you are found, I am afraid that you will die.

Zhang Feiyang's complexion became more and more ugly, dizzy, panicked, and accidentally crashed into a quiet garden.

"Zhang Feiyang!"

At this moment, a reprimand spread, and suddenly hit Zhang Feiyang's ears like thunder.

His eyes shrank suddenly, and he suddenly looked at the pavilion in the middle of the garden. A figure stood, staring at him like a ghost.

"what!"

His mind was shaken, but he didn't catch his breath and passed out.