Liu Qiankun watched with wide eyes as the servant of Destiny stabbed the body of Bai Yu Xiehong, a palace-dressed woman named Han'er, and couldn't laugh or cry. Ba Xi beside him was so anxious that he cursed again and again.
"Damn, you bastard of the Destiny God Clan, you can't even do this kind of thing..." Baxi looked at the servant of God who had been sprinting for a long time but couldn't get in. He could only clenched his fists desperately, and drops of sweat slowly dripped from his fists.
It flowed out, looking like it hated iron but failed to become steel.
This kind of bullying by an overlord would be a common occurrence in the demon world, so Ba Xi wouldn't be particularly opposed to it. However, the cowardly appearance of this damn ghost servant made him despise him from the bottom of his heart, and he could only watch it patiently.
"Ah!" The woman let out a cry of pain like a cuckoo weeping blood, and the god's servant's sinister smile became blurry for an instant.
Tsk!
The 'streaming light afterimage' made a hoarse crisp sound in vain, and instantly turned into a blazing white. Liu Qiankun showed a relieved smile and sighed: "Oh! Fortunately, this Vulcan knows how to cut out the clips that are not suitable for children...
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Ba Xi opened her mouth and was about to express some complaints. Unexpectedly, the picture in the mirror distorted a few times and began to become clear again.
The servant of God seemed to have vented his animal desires, and a satisfied smile hung on his wretched face. The woman named Han'er had a beautiful body, her eyes were empty, and a naked little spirit baby was slowly drawing from her neck.
Crawling out of the bloody wound...
The servant of God shook the long whip in his hand, rolled the spirit infant into his hand, grabbed it, and said with a ferocious smile: "With the twin sisters from the Ice Empire, what's the point of keeping you?" After speaking, he exerted force with his five fingers and put the spirit infant into his mouth.
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After swallowing the female spirit infant, the divine servant sat cross-legged and saw a gust of wind blowing. Two identical people strangely came out of his body. Needless to say, these were the two clones.
The servant of God muttered words, and the two clones stood in front of him with their hands lowered, looking like two well-trained soldiers listening to orders. Liu Qiankun put his ears next to the afterimage of the streamer, and finally listened to what the servant of God said.
Got it clear.
It turned out that this guy was arranging two clones to do things, one of whom stayed at the Vulcan to guard, while the other went to the Ice Empire Imperial City to bring one of the twin sisters here...
Liu Qiankun naturally knew that the two sisters were Han Xiaoling and his sister Xiaoxue, so who was the one bleeding every month in the formation now? Why would the Servant of God's clone want to take advantage of Han Xiaoling now that there was someone bleeding?
Thinking of this, he was also puzzled.
Click!
After a crisp sound, the afterimage of the stream of light turned into dots of light and disappeared without a trace. Vulcan Zhuhe also opened his eyes and sighed: "It's not difficult to break out of the formation, as long as the woman in the formation is removed."
That’s it!”
"Can't she be allowed to wear that statue without bleeding for a month?" Liu Qiankun rolled his eyes at Zhu He.
"I'm afraid this won't work. The statue in this formation's eyes seems to have some kind of charm. Any woman who is close to him will be seduced by it..."
Liu Qiankun raised his middle finger at Zhu He and sighed: "I really wonder if your brains have become rusty after living for millions of years. Can't you trap her here temporarily?" After that, he was very serious.
He nodded at the ring on his finger.
At this time, Zhu He could only nod his head and said: "As you said, we will go to the eyes immediately!" After saying that, he immediately walked out of the house.
Liu Qiankun grabbed the Qingming Sword and followed Ba Xi up one behind the other. Together with Zhu He, he left the red prison barrier and returned to the cell with a crater.
The three of them walked with flying feet, looking southward. They did not encounter any obstacles along the way, and smoothly arrived at the hall shown in the "Flowing Light Afterimage", which is the entire Prison God Formation Eye.
Sure enough, there was a slender figure kneeling in front of the naked male statue. What caught his eye was a head of long gray hair. When Liu Qiankun entered the hall, he had already released his spiritual consciousness and quickly moved around in it.
The appearance of the white-haired woman was already clear to her chest. It was a face full of wrinkles. To be precise, the person sitting on her knees in front of the statue was an old woman with chicken skin and white hair.
A plain white palace dress still couldn't hide her body, which had already been set by the sunset. The skin all over her body was like pine bark that had dried up for a hundred years, and her shriveled and thin face was like a shrunken persimmon, without any luster.
Even a lot of teeth have been lost, the cracked lips are as pale as death, and a dagger with a cold light is placed on the skinny ankle.
The old woman didn't seem to feel anyone entering the hall at all. She stretched out her right hand tremblingly, grabbed the dagger beside her, and stabbed her wrinkled wrist with an expressionless expression.
Clang!
The dagger fell to the ground again and made a crisp clashing sound. Unfortunately, she couldn't even use the strength to pierce her wrist. It seemed that life would leave this lifeless body at any time.
The old woman's turbid eyes looked at the dagger helplessly, her lips trembled slightly, and finally she stretched out her spasmodic palm to grab the sharp blade. This time, she grabbed the gleaming blade...
The God of Fire looked solemn, and flicked his finger in the air. A red light shot towards the old woman as fast as a shooting star, and all he could hear was a 'clang'! With a crisp sound, the dagger was knocked out by the red light and streaked in the air.
A dazzling arc of light shot out and landed ten feet away.
The old woman seemed to be shocked by this sudden turn of events. Her cloudy old eyes were blurred for a while, and she slowly turned her head to look at the three of them. A hint of anger could be seen on her old face, but it was already very light.
Liu Qiankun couldn't bear it, so he stepped forward and gave the white-haired old woman a hand, and said: "I, Liu Qiankun, the master of Tianxing State, dare to ask my mother-in-law if she recognizes this statue?" As soon as the words came out, he couldn't help but feel shocked, because
He clearly saw what seemed to be a small, shriveled mole between the old woman's eyebrows.
Although it was just a small protruding patch of brown skin, his intuition told him that there seemed to be an indescribable connection between the old woman and Han Xiaoling.
The old woman tried her best to lean forward, trying to hear clearly what Liu Qiankun said, but she had been deaf for many years and could only slowly guess what the young man said in her heart.
When Liu Qiankun saw this situation, an idea came to his mind. He stretched out his hand and lightly passed it on the ground. A sleepy palace lady appeared in front of him.
"Do you know the writing of Ice Empire?" Liu Qiankun asked urgently.
The palace lady subconsciously raised her sleeve and wiped the spittle on the corner of her mouth, nodded slightly, but glanced at the old woman with chicken skin and white hair.
"Yeah! Pick this up and mark a few words on the ground!" Liu Qiankun turned over his hand and took out a cold iron dagger and handed it to Gong E's hand.
Gong E held the dagger firmly. Although she had some unspeakable doubts in her heart, she still nodded her head and responded in a low voice.
"Cross out three words in front of her, who are you?" Liu Qiankun pointed at the confused old woman and said.
Swish! Swish! Swish...
The cold iron dagger made a hoarse sound in Gong E's hand, and three large characters tilted east to west appeared in front of the old woman.