This side of the world began to collapse, but Jin Ning, who was in the center, sat majestically on one side. A large amount of time vortex was exposed around the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info, but it was impossible to invade the location where Jinning was. The young man suddenly opened his eyes, and his pale blue eyes were filled with extremely pure pure yang power, and with every breath, this yang token, which originally belonged to chaos, was completely integrated with Jin Ning.

The Heavenly Damnation Meditation was activated, and Jinning, who had fallen into deep thought, was once again wrapped in a dark blue mask. One blue streak after another roamed the young man's body, bringing a cold pain, and after a while, it was dissolved by the power of the yang side. This feeling of cold and heat made Jin Ning fall into the abyss, but fortunately, Lord God was not an idle person, and he would rather grit his teeth and constantly shift his thoughts, but also carry on this meditation method.

The pain is long-lasting, but Jin Ning's endurance is constantly improving.

On the other hand, losing the symbol of the Demon God Chaos, the Great Sartre that the wilderness turned into fell into extreme rage. At this moment, the light of the entire space suddenly dimmed.

"Sartre, you don't know anything about nature!" Countless vines poured out from all directions of the entire space, like an impenetrable net enveloping Big Sartre. The sword light slashed, bringing a splash of demon god's blood.

With a very light knife, Big Sartre's right arm and limb were separated, and they flew out with the demonic blood.

"Who is it, who is it?" Big Sartre roared fiercely, "How could my demon god's body be destroyed so easily by mortals." ”

The black light suddenly appeared, gradually revealing the figure in the corner, a delicate but cold shadow from hell. The dark gray mask covered most of the face, and a silver hair was tied into a ponytail, and two agile black butterflies sat on the tips of the ponytail, and the six-pointed star runes in the purple eyes fluttered, revealing the reflection of the Great Sartre.

The black tights look sexy and charming, and the scenery on the chest is wrapped in shiny armor, so it's not a pity! The armor not only hides the endless spring color inside, but also shows a peculiar symbol on it, the moon shadow, the sword, and the butterflies all converge into a unique symbol that only belongs to the phantom butterfly.

This is the conceptual armament of the Phantom Butterfly - Lost Spy!

The phantom butterfly under the shadow of the spy is more in line with the name Shadow Queen. She is calm and wise, ruthless and cold-blooded, and every time she fights, the part of her hand will be the opponent's vital point, and every blow will make the opponent fall into an ice cellar, feeling the cold and endless killing intent. Armed with this concept, the phantoms of the Shadow Queen can be seen everywhere, and you may not be able to tell whether it is the phantom or the essence that will end you.

The big Sartre in front of him is the best example, no matter how large and strong the body is, it is not worth mentioning in front of the Shadow Hime.

With a "swish", the phantom butterfly moved, and Big Sartre couldn't tell which direction this damn black shadow would attack from, but he just subconsciously raised the magic blade to block it, the fire splashed, and the sound of metal impact made Big Sartre's face change, and he could clearly feel that the opponent's double knives were rotating around him with the magic blade.

Phantom Butterfly stood still, found the flaw in the defense of the Great Sartre, and the demon's blood splashed again.

The position down Big Sartre's waist was directly cut into two pieces, and the severe pain made Big Sartre completely crazy, and the magic sound in his mouth spurted out, and it actually gathered into a sharp arrow and shot at the phantom butterfly.

The phantom butterfly was pierced by this sharp arrow, and what made Big Sartre desperate was that there was no blood flowing out at all, and this black shadow only made a slight "poof" sound, turning into black light and dissipating in the heavens and the earth. Big Sartre only hit the phantom shadow, and there was a sting pain in his back, which was the feeling of being slashed.

"No, how is that possible?" Big Sartre still didn't believe that he was no match for Phantom Butterfly, and turned around in vain, but he couldn't stop the attack of the knife.

A knife attacked, and then Big Sartre's body was completely cut into two parts, the phantom butterfly did not retreat, the knife light was reflected in the purple eyes, and it was slashed out one after another, and the speed of swinging the knife was terrifying, as if it directly dismembered the flesh of the demon god in front of him.

"Demon God Rune!" Finally, the piece of flesh fell to the ground, revealing the rune in the middle core.

"Demon God Baal!" The familiar voice of Lori sounded, and Phantom Butterfly said with endless hatred: "Even you, you can't control my grandfather, the force of nature, how much do you know?"

The six-pointed star rune swayed, and the power of nature was stimulated to its peak, and the summoned vines turned into a giant hand and squeezed the demon god rune fiercely in his hand, and then burst out with essence light, trying to directly wipe out the mark of the manipulating wilderness.

"Truly, little girl, your strength is really great. At this moment, a black demon blood suddenly appeared under the feet of the phantom butterfly, and this demon blood reflected the face of a demon god, and he opened his mouth and continued: "It is worthy of being the heir of the elf king, this pure force of nature, um~ I haven't felt it for a long time, and the conceptual armament is also very powerful, and I am qualified to be the spokesperson of my world, and before the next arrival, I decided to use you as my external incarnation."

"Don't think about it. Phantom Butterfly raised her twin knives and was about to slash down, using the terrifying power of the Shadow to crush the conspiracy of the demon god Baal.

"Little girl, are you sure you still have the strength?" said the demon god Balhaha, "the first time you used the concept armament lasted for five minutes, you are really suitable as a human stand-in." ”

"Come, join me, and I will give you supreme power, far beyond the unworthy Great Druid, and make you the master of this world. ”

Sure enough, Phantom Butterfly raised in his hand but the knife fell. A huge sense of emptiness exploded in an instant, making the phantom butterfly bite her red lips tightly, blood oozing from the corners of her mouth, and the functions of various positions in her body rapidly declined. First the armor cracked layer by layer, and then the tights on the body also disappeared. A waterfall of snow-like skin was exposed to the air, the two lumps of pink flesh that popped out of his chest trembled, and the phantom butterfly gasped violently, and all the power in his body was squeezed out by the series of actions just now.

You must know that the conceptual armament can only be maintained by consuming Katsuko, and at the same time, it also needs the adaptability of the ontology to the conceptual armament. These two points determine the duration of the conceptual armament, and Phantom Butterfly can be said to be able to forcibly last the Mystery Spy for 5 minutes in this situation, completely relying on her and the Mystery Spy's extremely high compatibility.

"Let go of me. Phantom Butterfly was ashamed and angry, even if her body was naked, her bare feet were still entangled in this muddy demon blood, and the key was that these demon blood also climbed up the pole, trying to wrap her whole body, and then completed the extremely evil transformation.

"It's a long night, little girl. The demon's blood simply split into two more ropes, binding Phantom Butterfly's hands, and then the rest turned into a railing and connected directly to the wall next to it.

From a distance, it looks like a phantom butterfly with her hands tied, forced to maintain a holding posture. The demon blood slowly climbed up, and even the demon god Baal was a little immersed in this proud curve.

“master。 A few lines of tears flowed down Phantom Butterfly's cheeks, and her consciousness was blurring little by little.

"I'm sorry, master. Phantom Butterfly's fluttering eyelashes slowly closed: "I still haven't been able to surpass myself after all!"