The red-sleeved girl slowly threw out a handful of bright red threads, emitting blood-red mist.
In just an instant, the length of nylon rope that rushed forward was tied up by Wuhuada.
"Hehehehe! Now you know how powerful I am, my aunt, right? Even with your three moves and two powerful moves, you dare to escape from my aunt's hands. You are a little more confident."
The red-sleeved girl smiled and looked at the nun's white nylon rope that had been tied up with waves of red magic to bind the Immortal Binding God. Then she looked at the nun who seemed to be a little surprised. She couldn't help but bury her.
The proud red-sleeved girl couldn't hold back her high-spirited passion and shouted arrogantly and loudly, saying:
"Three feet of white silk, twisted into a rope, given to you, you don't want it, there is nothing I can do! It seems that hell will not accept you! You, just waiting to be the fertilizer for flowers and plants in this world of Asura
Come on, you! Hehehehe."
The nun glanced at her, smiled evilly, and said.
The red-sleeved girl would even retaliate!
Before he could speak, he saw that the thousands of magical red threads that he had never failed to destroy were all blocked at the front end of the nylon rope. It seemed that he had encountered a trick.
The head of the nylon rope condensed into a huge red ball.
From her point of view, it looks like a huge bright and dazzling fireball!
However, from the perspective of the little fairies and little fairy children, or from the perspective of Xuntian and the others on the top of Luofu Mountain, it looks like a giant matchstick held in the hands of a nun.
"Oops! The red-sleeved girl was blinded by her own red magic thread. It's dangerous!"
As the saying goes, those involved in the incident are confused and the beholder is clear. Looking down from a high place, Xuntian could not have known more clearly the situation that the red-sleeved girl and the unknown nun were in at this moment! In desperation, they could not help but lament uncontrollably.
"Be careful that your anger ignites the three thousand mortal hell ghost fires that you have swallowed for thousands of years! Control your impatient temper, don't let your opponent take the opportunity to counterattack, and retreat quickly! Hurry."
Xuntian saw Xiu's sinister and cunning thoughts, and quietly passed the magic warning voice to the red-sleeved girl, whispering softly into her ear.
"Xuntian, it's useless for you to tell her! If Empress Asura doesn't come out, you will definitely die! Think about how to protect your own Luofu Mountain first! Hahahaha."
The nun is also crazy, and it is really speechless when she goes crazy.
Xuntian looked at the nun whose beard and hair were spread out, and the countless strands of white hair were standing upside down one by one. She was like a big devil, her face was pale and her body was filled with purple energy. He was so angry that he stamped his feet on the top of Luofu Mountain.
Suffering from Shanxia Shuimo and others watching him eagerly, he suppressed his anger and could only pretend not to hear.
A huge ball of magic red thread is hidden at the head of the nylon rope. The nylon ropes keep pushing and pushing against each other, each wanting to kill the other's sphere of influence first.
The red-sleeved girl didn't react until she heard the nun and Xuntian's boastful words.
Because her sight was blocked by her three thousand magical threads, she could not clearly see the nun's face at this moment.
However, the moment the flawless white ice crystals emerged from in front of the giant red magic mass, she understood that she had met an opponent who was ugly but powerful.
A few feet away in front of her, her red magic spirit was fighting desperately with the opponent's dazzling white mass, trying to get into the opponent's mind immediately!
Masters compete with each other, attack the heart first!
The red-sleeved girl's magic and the nun's white hair seem to have become sacred objects.
They dueled in the air, as if they were already familiar with this attack technique, and there was no sense of inconsistency in their minds that was blocking them.
Just when the red-sleeved girl was about to increase her soul power output, the magic red-haired ball of thread spoke first: "Master, back off! Back off. I can't resist anymore."
The red-sleeved girl was so angry that her teeth ached. Instead of retreating, she advanced. Her soul left her body, and her dharma body was like an arrow leaving the string, piercing into her own magic red thread ball with a loud bang.
"Since there is no way to save the situation, let's fight to the death."
When the Dharmakaya entered its own magic red thread ball, it looked up to the sky helplessly and shouted at the top of its lungs.
Her voice was so sad and heroic that it made people heartbroken to hear it. Even the little fairies and little fairy boys who were a little less determined were almost ready to step forward and sacrifice their lives for her!
"They say that babies who cry are fed by milk. Don't be fooled. When this red-sleeved girl meets a white-haired nun, her fiery red career will become a white one. It's a certainty! Don't be fooled by her.
The mask has been deceived, she is a heinous female devil! She has done many evil things, and she has to stretch her legs when she is about to do it. This wave of plank roads is being built openly and secretly. Everyone must be careful."
Miaomiao immediately felt that the aura of a certain little fairy between Canaan and Muyun behind her had changed. She made a prompt decision and immediately reminded everyone, saying.
At this moment, the little fairy who is affected by the sadness of the red-sleeved goddess is none other than the thrush in the wall who has been depressed for many years. I don’t know when she came back!
It turns out that when the autumn moon moves, fairies come.
Little fairies from all directions came out in full force because they sensed the instigation of Qiuyue's powerful aura, and came together under the guidance of the fairy order.
Including the talkers from the Magic City and the talkers from other places, all of them came here because of Xiaoxian's order.
The death of the red-sleeved girl is inevitable without any doubt!
Xuntian stood at the top of Luofu Mountain and looked at the densely packed fairies and fairy children at the foot of the mountain. How had he ever seen so many fairy conventions?
The color on his face inevitably changed.
Sighing and regretting is meaningless at this moment.
Xuntian clearly felt that the Luofu Mountain under his feet was falling bit by bit, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.
Youda of Miluo Mountain, seeing that the situation was not good, had already taken people with him from the mountain, turned into a gust of dark wind, and fled away.
As soon as he returned to the deep palace courtyard of the Magic Academy, he stumbled straight to the Empress's magic desk, fell to his knees with a thud, and began to cry loudly.
"What's wrong? Where is my Tian'er? Youda, why did you come back alone?"
Before Fake Qiuyue could ask any questions, Rakshasa Girl was already frightened to death by him!
"Great Protector! Junior Brother Xuntian, he... Junior Brother Xuntian... he... he can't come back."
Youda cried like a cat and cried like a mouse, and started to cry bitterly.
Yes, the scene of Xuntian being beaten to death had replayed in his mind many times along the way!
The purpose is to wait for her, the Rakshasa girl, to raise an army to accuse her, so that she can answer her questions fluently and get out of the way!
"Don't mourn! Have you seen Leng Qiuyue? Report the truth quickly and truthfully. If you can't fight, run away. Didn't I tell you what I told you?"
At this moment, Fake Qiuyue doesn't care about the life and death of Xuntian Wutian. She only cares about whether Leng Qiuyue has arrived!
After all, except for Sister Qiuyue and Lao, everyone else is nothing to worry about in her eyes!
"Emperor, Leng Qiuyue is almost here! Her subordinates are destroying your Luofu Mountain right now! Xuntian...Xuntian has been torn into eight or nine pieces by her disciples! Wuwu...wuwu
Woo...woo...!"
Youda cried as if it were real, as if Xuntian was torn alive by Qiuyue and the others before his eyes!
"You brat! Have you ever fought with Leng Qiuyue's men? Not to mention tearing your mouth apart, even if they pull your tendons and peel off your skin, they don't bother to do it. If you really see her, don't
If you say that you ran away, the soul can escape and the ancestral graves will be filled with smoke! There is no truth, I bah!"
The Rakshasa girl was angry. She had fought with Qiuyue and the others with real swords and guns. If Xuntian was blocked by Leng Qiuyue, it would definitely be a disaster, but the method could not be as bad as what this kid said.