Qingge no longer attacked recklessly, but introduced the evil qi into the Ming King's knife, and slashed down, but it was still useless. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Death Net contracted wildly, Qingge's eyes remained unchanged, and he didn't even frown, but he was anxious about Ji Yue, and the flame dragon who was plucked for no reason.

Qingge stared at the Ming Wang Dao with deep gloomy eyes, her eyes flashed, and she suddenly thought that the twenty-fifth vein was derived from the Blood Demon Flower, and the evil qi in the veins had a powerful devouring ability, so would the Blood Demon Flower have the power to devour?

If so, how strong can it be?

Vigorous, windy-

Qingge's heart moved slightly, her eyes froze, she closed her eyes, and turned the blood demon flower instilled in the center of her eyebrows into a steady stream of powerful energy, and pulled it into the Mingwang knife, splashing ink-like Mingwang knife, the dark face was covered one by one, starting from the handle of the knife, the scarlet color continued to spread downward, until the blade completely became blood.

Compared with the original heavy and ancient aura, the Ming King Knife exudes a violent atmosphere, bloody, brutal, and demonic.

Qingge then poured the aura into the palms of both hands, so that he could release the most intense attack.

The girl opened her eyes suddenly, her eyes were sharp like a sword out of the sheath, and in the depths of her black eyes, the flower of the blood demon sprouted and was ready to be released, as if there was a cold wind passing through, and the three thousand soft white hair suddenly danced lightly, and in the snow-colored hair, she was cold and sharp.

She is not afraid of the net of death above her head, the delicate soles of her feet are a little towards the ground, her body is as light as a swallow and jumps up, seeing that the heavenly spirit cover is about to be cut off by the net of death, the soft boots are suddenly on the horizontal net of death, her body is spinning upside down and hanging somersault, after the Ming King Knife is a little on the ground, the Death Net is tightened again, and there is no way to escape when Qingge is surrounded, and the delicate body uses the power of the Ming King Knife to start from the bottom to the top, and the two blood demon flowers on the soles of the feet towards the sky support her to swim and kill, and she is at ease.

When Qingge instilled all the breath of the blood demon into the Mingwang Knife, Qingge held the Mingwang Knife with both hands, and the posture of the top of his head was downward, but the Mingwang Knife in his hand began to cut from the Death Net on the ground, and cut an arc on the Death Net, from the bottom to the top.

Qingge's eyes were quick, stepping on the Blood Demon Flower, shuttling out of the arc, behind her, the Death Net was tightened, there was no space inside, and a white hair left by Qingge was wiped out in the net.

A layer of cold sweat broke out behind Qingge, if she was one step later, I was afraid that the gray hair would end up with her, but fortunately, the Blood Demon Flower was strong enough.

She looked down at the Mingwang knife in her hand, although it was still the same knife, but it was completely different, the Mingwang knife was brave and good at fighting, fighting and killing, but this blood demon knife was demonic and cruel, drinking blood Fang Gui, one was like a righteous god, and the other was like a demon in a hundred flowers.

After cracking the Grim Reaper's Net, Qingge quickly walked into the twelfth floor.

In the first major hall, I don't know who shouted, "Ye Qingge has escaped from the net of the god of death and entered the twelfth floor!" ”

In all directions, there was the sound of inhaling cold air, and everyone looked at the tower gate streamer, shocked, and the red dots on the eleventh layer broke through the splash of ink and reached the edge of the twelfth layer.

Uproar, sighs, disbelief-

Lu Yaoyao snorted, "Isn't there still twelve and thirteen layers, and the last two layers are even more terrifying." ”

The light yarn was slightly cool from the fingertips, and a person with innate ninefold strength was able to escape from the net of death.

Night Light Song, how lucky you are.

Yu Ji, who was sitting on the jade chair and taking a nap, heard the sound, opened her eyes, looked at the tower door streamer, she hooked her lips and smiled sarcastically, and said in a voice that only she could hear, "How could Night Light Song die in Lolita." ”

"Does Miss Yu know about the Blood Clan?" On the side, the man who was in the dark suddenly said, his voice gloomy.

Burning lacked a black robe, wore inky leather gloves embroidered with skull killing patterns on his hands, and a huge pitch-black cloak on his head, shadows covering his face, delicate and gloomy features, and scarlet lips with pale skin.

Yu Ji pursed her lips, her heart stirred up turbulent waves, but her face was silent, she lowered her eyes and smiled lightly, "Blood Clan? What is that? ”

Yan Que carefully observed Yu Ji's demeanor, it didn't look like a lie, could it be that his feelings were wrong.

Yu Ji, do you really not know the blood clan?

"That's—a place to eat people." The burning void curled the corner of one of his lips, smiling softly.

Yu Ji frowned, not knowing what she was thinking.

On the twelfth floor of Lolita, Qingge stood on the edge of the golden hall, and the eyes were full of magnificence and splendor, gorgeous and extravagant like the ancient palace, Qingge walked forward cautiously, and suddenly, the wall cracked again, and the cracks were transformed into a sharp net, which was different from the previous black net, this time it was a golden net.

Light song: Is there an end to "......"?

Ji Yue said: "This Death God Net covers three layers, black, gold, purple, black cuts human flesh and blood, gold runs through the soul, and purple cannot be reincarnated." ”

He said so much, and he also hoped that Qingge would retreat in the face of difficulties.

Qingge's footsteps stopped, and a chill surged up in her limbs, she had come here, did she want to give up?

No-

Impossible.

In any case, she is going to get the treasure at the top of the Lolita Tower.

Ji Yue saw that Qingge was going forward, and she had no choice but to accompany her to go crazy, live and die together, and never die.

The golden net of the twelve-story hall was completely different from the previous ink net, and the threads that were crocheted into the golden net shot in all directions in a burst of glittering golden light, seemingly interspersed with no rules, but in fact, it could strangle and kill all the flies that broke into the golden hall.

Qingge tried to swoop in through the cracks of these golden threads like a dormant leopard, and in modern times she dodged infrared rays and high-tech lasers in countless missions.

She arched herself, held her breath, and gathered her aura.

The more this happens, the more you can't use the aura to assist, and the Death God Network is only afraid that it can feel the aura, so it will launch a crazy slaughter.

In front of her is a row of gold threads, Qingge kneels on the ground with her legs spread out, her upper body is upside down against the ground, and her fingertips are gently swiped on the ground, and her body slides forward under the gold thread, and the distance from the gold thread is close at hand, especially when her face slides over the gold thread, people can't help but sweat, for fear that this sharp gold thread will cut off her strong nose.

At this moment, Qingge arrived in the center of the golden hall, and the square walls of the hall were clear mirrors, and Qingge could see himself.

She curled up on the ground, surrounded by intricate intersecting gold threads, which were like knives and swords, wandering around the hall like ghosts.

When Qingge was wandering in front of several golden threads, he arched his body, jumped over with agility like a cat, rolled on the ground, and lay on his side on the cold ground.

Ji Yue sat on the king's seat and pulled the remaining few hairs of the flame dragon, her heart beating with the light song, life and death wandering, thrilling.

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