The master of cultivating immortals became a god after regaining her luck.

Looking at the vast white area in front of him, Yan Qiao raised his eyes and looked at it.

This is an independent space.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

The artificially divided space is still so stable.

This first shows that the person who opened up the space is extremely powerful, and secondly it shows that his control over the power of space has reached its peak.

Yan Qiao turned his wrist, and the Evil Killing Sword came out instantly.

"Qiang!"

The sound of cold weapons colliding suddenly sounded.

Yan Qiao raised her eyes, and in the next second her whole body flashed in front of the man. She raised her hand and held the Evil Killing Sword and struck out fiercely.

Vincent's expression changed, and he only managed to avoid the sword by retreating.

"This is impossible! How can you be okay!"

He stared at Yan Qiao with a gloomy face, trying to find some hint of Ni Duan on her face, "Have you guessed it a long time ago?"

"Bad acting skills, do you still need to guess?" Yan Qiao looked at him indifferently.

Vincent's heart sank, but then he laughed again, "It doesn't matter, since you entered the palace, there is no way you can get out alive."

His smile was wanton and crazy.

It seemed that he was leading all of this.

"I'm curious how you could be willing to be trapped in a puppet body."

As soon as she finished speaking, Vincent stared at her with red eyes.

"You know! You actually know everything! Who are you?!"

"When you spied on me, didn't you know?" Speaking of this, Yan Qiao's eyes suddenly turned cold.

When she was going through the tribulation, something unexpectedly broke into her thunder tribulation, causing her thunder tribulation to increase by 10%.

If Tiandao hadn't wanted to kill her, she would have lost half her life.

And the culprit is Vincent.

He had been shocked by Yan Qiao when he saw her fighting scene for the first time, and he started to investigate her thoughts.

It's just that all the things sent out were either lost or destroyed inexplicably.

Vincent's pupils shrank suddenly, "You all know."

Yan Qiao was speechless, but slowly raised his hand to form a seal, the moment the seal fell.

The surrounding space actually trembled for a moment.

"you"

Before Vincent could even finish his words, he was enveloped in thunder and fire.

In the end, there was only a deep look of disbelief on his face.

After a moment, Yan Qiao raised his hand to remove the thunder fire, and his eyes fell on the merely charred puppet doll on the ground, his eyes gradually deepening.

This thunder fire was cultivated by her using thunder tribulation, and it has the effect of thunder pressure and punishment that can attack people's souls.

The power is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary spiritual fire. Vincent's soul almost dissipated as soon as it touched the thunder fire, but the puppet body was able to withstand the burning of her thunder fire.

What kind of material is this?

Yan Qiao frowned slightly, thinking for a long time but still couldn't get the right number.

She was also not proficient in making puppets, so she could only put the puppet into the space first and keep it for later study.

After putting away the puppet, Yan Qiao began to look at the space.

The space shook just now because of her attack. Maybe she accidentally broke a certain connection point in the space.

So it is very simple to leave this space, just break the link point of the space.

But this space does not necessarily have to be carved out in situ.

If it is opened in the turbulence, then after she breaks all the space points, she will face the crushing force of the space turbulence that is ten thousand times more stressful.

Yan Qiao recovered his mind and looked at the space again. She believed that there must be a way out somewhere.

"Ahhh, damn it! Damn it!"

Vincent felt a stinging pain in his soul and lost contact with the puppet, and his face twisted with anger.

He raised his hand, and as he waved the staff, a slender black chain shot out from the gem eye on the staff.

In an instant, it wrapped around Cheke Thurman's neck. His eyes widened and all the strength in his body quickly drained away.

Cheke Thurman shook his head repeatedly, feeling terrified and wanting to beg for mercy.

But Vincent didn't even look at him. With a move of the staff in his hand, the black chains instantly wrapped him around him.

The next second, a black-spotted white skeleton was thrown to the ground by black chains.

After absorbing his energy and strength, the gem eyes seemed to be a little brighter.

Vincent touched the gem eyes lovingly, and his tone was full of tenderness: "Don't worry, you will be out soon."

As he finished speaking, a flash of light flashed across the gem's eyes, seeming to be a reply to his words.

"It seems that she has come out." Suddenly, Vincent said with a smile.

As soon as Yan Qiao came out of the space, she saw Vincent standing outside waiting for her.

She was not surprised. She had already guessed that the puppet in the space was just possessed by fragments of his soul.

"How long have you been waiting?" Yan Qiao's tone was casual, as if he was just chatting with the person opposite.

"Soon." Vincent told the truth.

Although he sensed the strangeness in the space, he also guessed that Yan Qiao would come out sooner or later.

But he didn't expect her to move so fast, and she came out of the space almost as soon as he arrived.

"Did you make up the divine power?" Yan Qiao raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Yes and no."

Vincent smiled like a gentleman, "Maybe there really is divine power here? It's just that we can't see it or feel it."

Hearing this, Yan Qiao nodded in agreement.

There is indeed so-called divine power here.

Although this power restrained her somewhat, it did not hinder her perception.

Yan Qiao lowered his eyes and glanced at the staff in his hand: "What's your name?"

She raised her eyes and looked at Vincent with a light gaze, not like she was facing an enemy at all.

Vincent frowned hard, it shouldn't be like this.

At least Yan Qiao in his imagination would not collapse, but he should look at him with murderous intent.

But now

He looked at Yan Qiao with a little confusion in his eyes, but he still replied: "Vincent, my name."

"Is your name really Vincent?" Yan Qiao's eyes flashed purple.

"I"

Vincent suddenly fell into a trance.

But he quickly reacted, long chants burst out from his mouth, and the gemstone on the staff in his hand lit up.

Unfortunately, what Yan Qiao wanted was this moment of trance.

She arrived in an instant, landed on Vincent's back, and stabbed the Evil Killing Sword fiercely into his body.

The sudden sting interrupted Vincent's chanting, and the magic elements that were about to gather collapsed instantly.

There was a momentary twist of pain on his face, Yan Qiao's eyes flashed, and he quickly took a few steps back.

"Wow!"

A dark chain burst out from Vincent's wound and headed straight towards Yan Qiao.