"Saint slave, storyteller!"
 Almost the moment the red dress fell, Vigil's eyes focused on the person coming.
 He was certain that the storyteller who appeared this time was no longer the incarnation he faced back then.
 Because, if it were an external incarnation, it would be impossible for the opponent to control all the red-clothed people present at the same time in the blink of an eye!
Almost at the same time, many people in red clothes mentioned the name of the man in the red dress in their hearts.
 And, he has a clear understanding of the strength of this person.
 “Behead the peak of the Tao, and overcome the nine-death thunder catastrophe.”
 “It’s only half a step away from Taixu.”
 It can be said that this is a man who has one foot on the top of the world!
The first ones to be released from confinement were not the people in red, but the Holy War Black Angels armed with four swords.
 The storyteller has control over the entire audience.
 But there are four swords, which are obviously beyond his control.
In just a blink of an eye, the Holy War Black Angel broke free from the restraints, and then he picked up the black sword and slashed at... Hei Ming!
Hei Ming’s entire face suddenly turned dark.
 He has experienced the storyteller's methods.
 But every time this guy appears, he is so unprepared.
 It is a difficult problem in itself to break free when there is no time to react.
 This beast... must be sick!
 Coming here to make matters worse?
 “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”
While Hei Ming was still struggling and trying to dodge the blows from the four swords, Lan Ling slightly curled her red lips and laughed softly.
 “Seal the Heaven Formation, draw!”
With the sound of soft shouts, the power condensed in many red-clothed bodies trying to break through the space of the ancient book was completely drained away by the Heaven Sealing Formation in an instant.
Before anyone had time to react, Lan Ling's fingers, which were also restrained, trembled slightly.
"untie."
Dozens of rays of light descended from the sky, instantly covering all the red clothes.
 The storyteller only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the orchid spirit in his hand had disappeared.
 Looking up again.
 All the red clothes appeared above the head.
 Watching the night, the letter, the panicked Heiming, and the remaining dozen or so confused people in red clothes. At the same time, they lowered their heads and cast their gaze on the storyteller below.
 The scene seemed to have calmed down.
Even Hongyi never thought that if Xiang wanted to break the boundary, his own power could also be used as one of the means to deal with the Storyteller.
“Lan Ling, this?”
 Xin Xin turned sideways and immediately moved to Lan Ling's side.
 The situation was urgent before, and Lan Ling's message only gave a rough outline.
 What they understand is that the situation has changed and they need to break through this world first.
Unexpectedly, the storyteller came out!
This guy has been hiding here?
“Yin and Yang life and death? Ancient book space?” Shouye also squinted his eyes, already seeing something.
"Um."
Lan Ling’s first point is that there is nothing to say yet.
"Grass!"
There was an angry curse on one side, and Hei Ming became furious as he looked at the Holy War Black Angel who continued to attack like a clingy spirit.
 “Don’t do it alone.”
Just when he was about to rush in and fight to the death, Lan Ling stopped him.
 “Sealing the Heaven Formation, transfer.”
 Raise your hand.
The sword-wielding Holy War Black Angels, including the four tauren who were still imprisoned, were suddenly moved several miles away.
 “A matter of urgency, storyteller.”
 Lan Ling’s eyes never left the man in the red dress from the beginning to the end.
 When this man appeared, the center of the battlefield had already shifted.
 Even though they are dressed in red and are ghosts and beasts, that is their main purpose.
Seeing that Hei Ming seemed to want to continue taking action, Lan Ling immediately added: "If you are alone, you will die."
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Hei Ming stepped on the space and forced the brakes to stop his footsteps.
 Smelly bitches......
Although he was a little dissatisfied with Lan Ling's instructions, as soon as the "Holy Slave" appeared, Hei Ming felt that he could no longer mess around.
At that time, the fear of being dominated by the storyteller's illusion in the eighth house came to my mind again.
If you really leave the people in red, you can't say that this step will really lead you directly to death!
 “Papa pa pa.”
 There was a crisp sound from underneath.
 The storyteller couldn't help but pat his left and right palms with the fingers of his right hand, with admiration on his face.
 “Awesome, tsk tsk, awesome.”
 “As expected of the red one…”
 Lao Er is right, I really underestimated these guys.
“I didn’t expect that in someone else’s space, one could actually use the power of a large formation to change the way of heaven.” The storyteller shook his head as he spoke.
 “Excessive praise.”
Lan Ling squinted his eyes and said: "It's just a mere master of the spiritual formation who is well prepared. It is not as good as the legendary seven masters of the 'Saint Slave'."
"Hmm..." The storyteller tilted his head and made a long sound, then snapped his fingers.
 “Well said.”
 “It’s just... you are very self-aware.”
 Xin Xin was suddenly provoked to anger by the man in the red dress.
 Sissy don’t say anything.
How can you speak so hatefully?
 “Pervert, can you put away your orchid finger, I... um.”
As he spoke, he suddenly felt like he was being silenced and couldn't say anything.
  Turn your head sideways.
 Obviously, at this time, the one who can seal himself should be the power of Lan Ling's formation.
 Eyeballs twitching.
“Uh huh huh?”
To be continued...