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Chapter 1222 Butterfly Boy 36

"I found you..." the blood clan murmured.

His voice is very melodious, fully worthy of this flourishing beauty.

Lan Shuying stood in the formation, holding a Tang saber in her hand.

Thanks to Madame Butterfly for allowing her to hold a decent weapon.

Almost all nobles in this world have a hobby of collecting weapons.

Madame Butterfly seems to be different. She doesn't like to collect exquisite rapiers, but instead collects a long knife that is said to be obtained from overseas.

Lan Shuying didn't want Madame Butterfly's body to cause large-scale pollution. The housekeeper's memory told her that there was a small crystal coffin in the collection room, which could just put the half-melted Madame Butterfly in it.

When she left the collection room, she took the knife with her.

The blood race also noticed.

His expression was a bit strange: "Interesting...you are holding my weapon and want to use it to kill me."

"yours?"

Lan Shuying raised her eyebrows and said politely, "Well, thank you."

The blood race put away the umbrella in front of the door and put it on his right hand.

He didn't come in, but frowned slightly, lowered his head and straightened his clothes.It looked like he was a guest at a dinner party.

Hengwu didn't have that much patience, mainly because she didn't have much time. If the time dragged on, there might be no one to host the formation in the later stage.

She urged, "What on earth are you here for?"

laugh.Seeing her like this, the blood clan leaned against the door frame leisurely: "Let's see who has the guts to wake me up. We've met each other now, why don't we sit down and have a chat? You'll have a good time after death."

"Chat? Yes, how about talking about your love history with your wife? We met in the flowers and dated under the moonlight. It's very romantic..."

Lan Shuying was talking nonsense, but she was silently calling for the Master of Illusion.

Things are not quite right.

The master promised to lend strength to her formation, and also said that he would help her monitor the coordinates of the blood race, cover up the formation here, and prevent her from being discovered by the other party too early.

What about the facts?

He obviously came straight over just after breaking free from the seal!There is no pause at all!Blitz!

What about the help the master promised to cover up?Does it cover the opposite side?

After listening to her "love history", the blood race did not change, and asked her lazily: "Are you waiting for someone to call back?"

"..."

"Don't bother, it won't care about you. Always let me play the role of a big sleeper, I've had enough sleep, it's time for him to taste this feeling... The coffin is very luxurious, but I prefer Simmons."

The blood clan stretched.

The momentum is rising layer by layer.

It's still the face that is so delicate that women can be ashamed, but the demeanor and temperament have changed... How can I describe this feeling...

Probably, the still life suddenly became "live"!

The blood pupil was burning with red flames, he pulled the corner of his lips, and slightly hooked his index finger forward.The corners of the eyes and the brows are full of contempt!

He looked ahead, but nothing could stop in his eyes.

Lan Shuying understood in an instant.

This is not blood.

He didn't play his role, now he is an arrogant servant, the one who provides energy to the crystal illusion!

Hengwu said via voice transmission: "Be careful! His aura is several times stronger than before..."

In fact, she doesn't need to remind.

The various data fed back by Guitong fluttered wildly, and the evaluation of "unfathomable" was made several times.

Lan Shuying defended carefully, and detected that the other party's spiritual consciousness was covering the space without hesitation. When she glanced over the formation on the ground, she clearly caught a sneer full of disdain:

"This kind of trick is also trying to deal with me, you guys, are you still awake..."

His spiritual consciousness was reflected in the ghost pupils, which were light red at first, then quickly deepened, and stopped at a depressing purple-black.

At the end of the thick fog, a pair of unruly eyes suddenly opened.

Instead of looking at each other, Lan Shuying was in a daze for a moment, as if a heavy hammer had hit him, and she actually had the hope of winning!

The other side will definitely regret it...

He really shouldn't plot against Juggernaut.

It is true that the master cannot provide energy to the illusion, but it controls a series of rules that greed has made for this crystal illusion.

The arrogant servant resented the Juggernaut for assigning him the status of blood race, and was thrown into the game from time to time, acting as a boss who usually didn't play, causing him to be in a comatose state most of the time.

This time, he didn't know what method he used to put the ruler in a coffin and seal it up, but he came out with the body of a vampire, but he didn't follow the rules to play "three-day escape" with the participants.

It can be seen that as the master is imprisoned, the suppression of rules disappears.

So... he was not the only one who was unsealed?

The spiritual consciousness that had been suppressed for a long time thrived, and Lan Shuying spent a lot of effort to compress it, pretending to be defeated.

The blood race didn't know about her mental activities, and only felt disappointed.

This opponent was so vulnerable that he couldn't even survive a few seconds in his spiritual sense!shame!

It's this kind of low-level character, the master actually opened the highest difficulty level for her, this... this is definitely a humiliation to himself!

Thinking of this, the face of the blood race twisted instantly.

In the next second, the spiritual consciousness overflowing with evil energy closed towards her like a mountain!

Lan Shuying poured spiritual knowledge into the long knife, and slashed the mountain with one knife, the knife turned into a little cold light, which echoed the array in the distance, and the several effects added by Heng Wu were just hooked by her and superimposed on the spiritual knowledge.

If they still don't win, both of them can go back and wipe their necks!

Heng Wu watched their fight blankly from behind.

As the person in charge of the Yehuo Slaughtering Formation, she originally felt that it was difficult, but now, her strength is returning...

This is not a good thing, it just means...she was kicked out by the array!

How could the formation she had personally transformed resist her control!

Hengwu branched out a few silk threads from his weak consciousness to peek around one meter around, and found a huge phantom of a long knife.

It was this thing that rose from her feet and took control of her.

Knife……

Heng Wu stared suspiciously at Lan Shuying's back, biting his back molars, blushing.

With the naked eyes of a mortal, she could only see the two people staring straight ahead motionlessly, obviously fighting at the spiritual level.

The air was stagnant, she couldn't move, and she couldn't step forward to attack the blood race.

After all, Heng Wu couldn't stand this sense of frustration, she bit the tip of her tongue angrily, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and shouted in her heart: Open your eyes!

Today was supposed to be her death day.

Just watch a little more before her consciousness collapses, don't let her last time be wasted!

The blood mist covered her face, and her clear eyes gradually turned white, reflecting things that she couldn't normally see...

This is the world in the eyes of the mind:

The cold saber energy creates sharp streaks, flying straight, spinning, and unparalleled, cutting the purple-black thick fog into pieces. Of course, the fog will slowly merge, but the saber light moves faster, hurting people again and again. Superimposed, the dense fog will disappear when it loses its activity.

Each piece of sword light is lonely and arrogant, only responsible for the small area around him, and will not go any more, and has no sense of cooperative combat at all.

What is more proud than it is the thick purple-black fog.

Heng Wu looked at it in surprise, and thought again, how can this be arrogant, it is obviously stupid!

Although it is in the form of fog, the owner of the fog-like spiritual consciousness can't display that kind of treachery and change. He only knows how to use force to press people together, layering dense fog together, facing a deep red long knife stupidly. Chase foolishly.

The crimson long knife was transformed by Lan Shuying's spiritual consciousness.

Like a slippery skinny fish, gliding freely through a brooding storm.

Every time it was about to be overtaken by the thick fog, it burst into a cold light, cutting the fog into pieces that couldn't be broken into pieces.

The face of the blood race became paler.

He has always been proud of himself, and the strength and total amount of spiritual knowledge is higher than that of ordinary people, which makes him disdain to learn the skills of spiritual combat.

As a result, I stumbled today!

The slap came suddenly.

He quickly found a reason for himself in his heart: This guy looks ordinary, but he can make the master raise the difficulty, he must have hidden his skills!

"Enough!" came a loud shout from the dense fog.

Lan Shuying smiled lightly: "You insisted on pulling me to play, so I can't afford it."

Heng Wu also withdrew his consciousness, suddenly his eyes went black, he gasped for breath, flustered and dizzy.

Lan Shuying helped her sit down, looked at her expression, and knew that she was getting closer to disappearing.

Over there, the blood race took a step towards them and stopped in front of the formation.

After suffering a loss, his arrogance subsided, and he said seriously, "Let's talk."

　Blood Race: I lifted the seal!

　　Lan Lan: What a coincidence, me too.

　　Blood Race: Burn it, Little Universe!

　　Lan Lan: ...Hey, why did you get down?

　　

　

(End of this chapter)