Chapter five hundred and fifty first irascible storyteller
"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?”
——What are you conferring on me for?
Lan Ling ignored the big man, because the atmosphere between heaven and earth seemed to have turned cold because of Xin's words.
She knows everything that others don’t know.
The word "perversion", to the seventh leader of the "Saint Slave", is like an existence that is like a scale, and cannot be described at all!
Sure enough...
“What did you say just now?”
The corners of the storyteller's mouth twitched, and his brows even narrowed because he couldn't suppress his anger, and his eyes became larger and smaller, "Change, pervert?"
He reached forward and grabbed it with his hand.
“Whoops!”
Before everyone had time to react, they only felt a distortion in the void.
Back to God again.
The letter has been captured by the storyteller.
“No!” Lan Ling shouted.
late.
His sound.
Poke it with two fingers, and blood spurted out.
Xin's throat was directly penetrated. When the storyteller withdrew his hands again, there was already a piece of bloody cartilage between his two fingers.
“Poof!”
Xin Xin spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the hole in his throat was opened, and blood flowed gurglingly.
He wanted to resist.
But even though he tried hard to bulge up the spiritual energy all over his body, he couldn't even make a trace of the delicate hands on his neck break apart.
The veins are bulging from holding back.
It can be that all the qi in the body are blocked.
Even the heavenly path around him was completely cut off by the storyteller.
It is obvious that the companion in red is not far above his head.
But at this moment, Xin felt that he was alone and helpless between heaven and earth!
All the resistance he could do was only to make his injuries worse and the blood in his throat to spurt out faster.
It means nothing to a storyteller!
"This guy……"
Xin Xin's heart suddenly clenched.
Pain is nothing to him.
But with just this move, he knew it.
The strengths of the two sides are not at the same level at all.
Complete abuse!
As long as the storyteller wants.
On the red-clothed side, no one can stop him.
This is an existence that can only be captured if it belongs to the level of Wuyue Sword Immortal!
“Adam’s apple…”
The storyteller played with the small bones in his hands and knocked himself with the back of his hands.
not at all.
He smiled and pressed the small bone into Xin's throat again, and whispered in his ear: "Remember, there is no next time."
“Poof!”
Xin was hit by this second injury and another mouthful of blood spurted out.
He felt that his "Golden Mysterious Spirit Body" was like a decoration in front of the man in the red dress.
The opponent doesn’t even need to use his spiritual energy.
It just blocked everything with the way of heaven.
Just a single blow can cause fatal damage to yourself.
It was not until this moment that the people in red clothes above their heads were released from their imprisonment again.
"letter!"
Shouye's face immediately turned gloomy.
In front of many red-coated men, Xin was taken down in one go.
This is no longer just a matter of face, the other party is so provocative and cannot be tolerated at all!
“The night, swallow the sky!”
Almost at the moment when the violent murderous intent burst out, the sky was immediately swallowed up by darkness.
“Oh, it’s you?”
As soon as this familiar force appeared, the storyteller couldn't help but cast his gaze towards it.
Shouye doesn't even dare to hide even half of his strength, and his attack is his trump card.
Not only did he use the power of darkness to change the rules of the world in the first place, but his whole body also began to be filled with awe-inspiring righteousness.
“Little old man…”
The storyteller tightened his palms, and the letter's throat was squeezed out of shape.
“Ahem…poof.”
Another mouthful of blood spurted out.
The storyteller has a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
The anger of having an external incarnation dispersed inexplicably not long ago welled up in my heart.
The Storyteller, who had not planned to explode at this moment, saw that Vigil took action and could no longer hold back.
He raised his hand.
"etc!"
Lan Ling shouted at the right time.
She immediately walked over to Shouye and patted him on the shoulder.
“Relax and let me do it.”
Watching the night with side eyes, full of forlorn eyes, silent.
"Believe me."
Lan Ling nodded extremely seriously.
Shouye then suppressed the impulse in his heart and regained his righteousness.
But the darkness above the sky still invaded, directly taking back control of the battlefield.
In a situation where both sides are weaker than the other side, if even the geographical advantage is under control, then Hong Yi cannot fight at all and will only be at the mercy of others.
“Little girl…”
The storyteller put on a smile again and said, "You are so confident."
“Storyteller, you don’t want to kill anyone, do you?” Lan Ling turned his head and looked over.
"oh?"
The storyteller raised his brows, "Are you irritating me? Do you have a grudge against him?"
After reading the letter, he pressed his palms hard.
“Crackling…”
Skeleton cracks exploded from everywhere in Xin’s body in an instant.
In just a moment, Xin was covered in blood and turned into a bloody man.
Under the infusion of the storyteller's spiritual energy, his physical body could not bear it at all, and even his internal organs were shattered.
His bones were almost shattered by the collapse.
"you!"
Shouye narrowed his eyes and wanted to take action.
Lan Ling held him down, looked at the storyteller, gritted his teeth and said, "Give him back to me. Whatever you want, you can do whatever you want."
"this……"
Hei Ming turned his head and looked over in disbelief.
“Shut up and let me do it!”
Lan Ling couldn't help but scolded.
This time, Vigil finally took a step back and gave the initiative back to Lan Ling.
“Yo, so majestic!”
The storyteller smiled and said: "But the prestige is certainly a bit prestige. What qualifications do you have to take someone from others?"
His hand tightened again, and the dying letter immediately withered.
This time, he couldn't even keep the spiritual platform clear and fainted on the spot.
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Everyone was dumbfounded.
The people in red at the very back didn't even dare to move.
They all know that "Saint Slave" is a very strong storyteller.
But in the past, being strong towards this person was just a conceptual thing.
Now I have seen it with my own eyes, this...
No one can stop it!
Even a letter, in the hands of a storyteller, is like a giant baby, letting him manipulate it?
“This is gone?”
The storyteller looked at the big man who was completely unconscious and couldn't help but wrinkle his nose, "I can't help but play."
Lan Ling stretched out his hand to suppress the angry people behind him, and slowly said: "I know you won't kill anyone, at least, you won't want to kill Hongyi."
“You know, this won’t do you any good at all.”
The storyteller suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Are you threatening others again?"
His hand tightened again.
Lan Ling hurriedly took a step forward, "Wait!"
"Um?"
“It’s not a threat. Your opponent, not Hongyi, kills people here. After he gets out, not only you, but also all of you ‘Saint Slaves’ will be in danger.”
She paused and then added: "This sentence is not a threat, I am just stating a fact."
The storyteller let go of his hand and weighed the big piece in his hand forward a few times.
It’s quite heavy!
“Although you keep saying it’s not a threat, it still sounds like a threat.”
“Anyway, if these words fall into people’s ears...”
The storyteller closed his eyes and thought for a while, then said: "I'm very unhappy, listen."
“But it’s true, isn’t it?” Lan Ling asked back.
"yes."
The storyteller actually admitted it and said with a smile: "You are very smart. At least among these people, you should be the smartest one."
He placed the letter in the void in front of him, took out a handkerchief from the ring and wiped the blood, saying: "I really don't want to kill people, but everyone is in trouble, so I have to take action. Okay
Do you understand?"
"Can."
Lan Ling nodded and stretched out her hand, "Send the person here first?" She gestured with her lips to the letter lying in the void.
“Boom!”
The storyteller kicked the person away with one kick.
“Remember.”
“The person can return it to you, but it’s because he doesn’t like killing people. It’s not your threat that matters.”
"Understand?"
Shouye received the letter and immediately took a mouthful of elixir.
He clenched his fists tightly but said nothing.
Hei Ming, who had no dealings with Lan Ling at all, had no trouble seeing Xin being beaten before, but this time when he heard the storyteller's words, he couldn't help but get furious.
This is simply too disrespectful of people.
But, take action?
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the people around him.
There is absolutely no one here who is a match for the man in the red dress.
Even if everyone joins together, it may not be enough for one person to hold with one hand.
how to spell?
After wiping the blood, the storyteller threw away the handkerchief, looked around at the crowd and said, "It's better if you all stay calm. I've said you won't kill anyone."
“As long as you don’t make any noise, nothing will happen to you.”
“I came here not for you, but...”
At this moment, a chirping sound came from behind.
The Holy War Black Angel, who was teleported away earlier, has returned and attacked, holding a four-sword in his hand, and struck at the Storyteller closest to him.
"ah!"
The storyteller clenched his fists angrily and stamped his feet fiercely.
“Why do people always like to interrupt me when I’m talking?”
He turned around angrily, glaring at the black sword energy coming in front of him, and slashed across the air with his hand.
“Shut up, okay?!”
A high-pitched roar sounded.
The black sword energy that came towards him was directly divided into two.
The storyteller stretched out his hand, and the void twisted again.
The Holy War Black Angel is like a moth flying into a flame, directly sending his neck into the opponent's hands.
“Chi!”
Taking out a dagger from his arms, the storyteller suddenly cut it across, and his head was lifted high into the sky by a pillar of blood.