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The dominance of the Xiaozu Witch King leaked out, Qingluan was taken aback, and then laughed so hard that her branches trembled, and she regained her lazy and charming female voice, "Xiao Miaoer, you are brave enough, why, do you really think that this god can't touch you?"

The ancients said: If you can fight, you must not make noise. If you can't fight, you need to be reasonable.

Ning Miao took it for granted, his mind turned into a sword, and the spiritual sea fluctuated constantly. The original pavilions and pavilions collapsed one after another. Except for the ink lake in the middle, the world returned to the original pure whiteness. Ning Miao protected the ignorant spirit behind him , awe-inspiringly shouted: "Fish, do it!"

The still water of the ink lake boiled in an instant, and countless black tentacles rose into the sky, intertwined with the pure white lightsaber transformed by Ning Miao, and attacked the mighty Phoenix God.

Witch-language sacrifices attracted the Phoenix God to form a spiritual contract. It is meaningless to be a master and servant, but he is bound by the great laws of heaven and earth. The spiritual contract has not been resolved. Even if Qingluan is the Phoenix God, it is impossible for Qingluan to completely escape Ning Miao's spiritual world for a while. .

The last time Yu'er accused himself of shutting up his little black room, Ning Miao was very inspired and pondered a lot, and then used "drawing the ground as a prison" again in a clear mind, and the effect was immediate, successfully blocking the connection between Huangshen Qingluan and the space of God's Domain.

The long feathers behind Qingluan popped out, leaped into the air, and avoided the first wave of joint strangulation of tentacles and lightsabers. The woman's green hair fluttered, her face was distorted, and she was completely enraged.

"Boy, you dare!"

Under Qingluan's rage, his consciousness was unstable, and a tentacle quietly approached behind him.

Success or failure depends on one move, Ning Miao was so nervous that his legs went limp, and forced himself to hold his mouth to attract the attention of the Phoenix God, "People are born equal, why should they be slaves, no one should be noble, and gods are the same, there is no ordinary people piled up , how can there be a warrior who breaks through the realm without the admiration of ordinary people, where can there be a god!"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not on the same side as you. Sooner or later, I will conquer the Heavenly Capital, crush the Phoenix Temple, and liberate the beast slaves. If the revolution fails, I will not die!"

After some nonsense, Ning Miao was so passionate that he even killed me one by one in the end, and later people moved out to support the scene.

Qingluan frowned in distaste, the person who formed the spirit that he had chosen by himself, he accepted it by himself, the naughty little hooligan who jumped and scolded others, there was no trace of Qingmiao's calm, gentle and well-behaved appearance back then, it was hard to see.

The woman couldn't hear the noise, and raised her hand to cover her ears. The moment the defense loosened, the black spikes on the top of the tentacles pierced through the body, and quickly restrained the woman's limbs. Countless black tentacles then swarmed towards her. The woman is entangled and unable to move.

Ning Miao was overjoyed and fell limp on the ground. The original ink lake disappeared and a figure of a man about two meters long in a black robe slowly appeared.

Lifting the hood that covered his head and face, the man has a zombie face, which is comparable to the spirit body that looks like Qing Miao behind him. His face is unnaturally pale, his nose bridge is high, his face is as cold as a sharp knife, and his eyes are out of frame. Black lifeless air emerged from the stop, the whites of the eyes and the eyes were gone, as if the curse and the original grudge had come.

Ning Miao is no less resentful than men, damn it, everyone is taller than Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu wants to go back to the briquette village to find his self-esteem.

"Stupid, come here." The zombie man turned his head and ordered.

Ning Miao quickly moved over, really wanted to turn around and slip away, not wanting to face the "human" shape that the fish had transformed into.

Unhappy, the zombie man stretched out a tentacle, wrapped it around Ning Miao's waist, and dragged him in front of him forcefully.

"Hmph, dead bird, how does it feel to have a bone pierced through?"

The bones of the universe were broken, Qingluan was unable to gather his energy, and his phantom dissipated, revealing his true face... a male beast "God" with beards, round waists, broad arms, and unlovable life.

Qingluan gritted his teeth and endured the piercing pain, sweating profusely, the corners of his mouth curled into a smile, "Stop talking nonsense, it's not up to your little strange demon to intervene in the matter between me and Xiao Miao'er, get out of here!" open!"

Ning Miao straightened her back, pretending to be majestic, "Shut up, who the hell is Xiao Miaoer, who fell into our hands, I advise you not to be stubborn."

Qingluan said lightly, "Xiao Miao'er, you listened to the nonsense of the strange demon and became an enemy of the Temple of the Phoenix, do you know the consequences?"

The zombie man turned his head, Ning Miao even heard the creaking sound from his neck, half of his body felt cold.

"He's cheating on you, idiot, don't be fooled."

"It's him who's provoking you." Ning Miao was speechless. It is obvious that someone like you is more convincing when talking about bewitching. She raised her arm and turned the zombie man's head back. With shivering blue pupils, "Back then you dispatched three Phoenix Gods, joined forces with several mighty members of the Phoenix Clan, and encircled and suppressed Yu'er alone. The fire of Nirvana even failed to burn the little strange monster in your mouth. It's hard not to kill it in such a hurry. It makes people suspect that strange demons are the natural enemies of the Phoenix Clan."

Qingluan continued to die: "There are as many strange demons who died under the fire of this god as stars in the sky, how can this god remember each one of them, little strange demon, you think too much of yourself."

The zombie man was full of black air, "Dead Bird, you have forcibly conquered the West Sea based on your own selfish desires, killed my people, and destroyed my garrison. This hatred, this hatred, if I don't report it for a day, there will be no peace for eternity."

It was the first time Ning Miao heard about the ancient secrets of Sanyuexing, she was surprised and looked at Yu'er with sympathy.

The zombie man turned his head and squinted Ning Miao's half-eyed, ungrateful, "I want you to be pitiful, idiot."

Qingluan felt as if he had been hit hard when he heard the words, his eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head and whispered, "Guihai, your brother is still alive."

The zombie man suppressed his roar, his black tentacles tightened, "What did you say? Where are they?"

With a painful expression on her face, Qingluan coughed up a mouthful of blood, and said slowly, "Heavenly capital. Earthly vein."

Ning Miao grabbed the zombie man's arm with bulging veins and almost roared: "Stop it, do you want to kill him? Yu'er, calm down, think with your butt if your brain is broken, Huangshen, how could Huangshen know? Your name is Guihai!"

The zombie man froze all over, and withdrew the overflowing black energy. His dark eye sockets faced the suffocating genocide enemy, and he murmured, "Who are you, who are you?"

Ning Miao was stunned. It was understandable for Yu'er to pretend to be docile in order to gain Qingluan's trust, but what if Qingluan knew Yu'er in the first place, and cooperated in the play?Or is it done on purpose?Then why did he wait until Qiankun was too weak to resist before telling the truth?Wait, seems to have missed something important, powerless to resist, Qingluan really powerless to resist?

To speculate on a person's malice, one must first conjecture with the greatest malice. The Phoenix clan inexplicably slaughtered Xihai, killing one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred. From the perspective of profit maximization, there must be some kind of phoenix in the strange monster. A must for the temple.

I remember that when I first entered the Death Sand Plain, Yuer mentioned that he felt the aura of the Phoenix clan within a hundred miles, but there was no change after that, so nothing happened. The black sandstorm came suddenly. In one fell swoop, Ning Miao attracted the deity of the Phoenix God to form a spirit contract, including the Qingyan raw stone generously sent by the God of Luan, who sent charcoal in the snow to help the enemy advance. It's so clever.

"Yu'er, let go of Luan God's Crown." Ning Miao floated up and patted the zombie man's shoulder, "Your man, don't strangle him."

The zombie man obviously hasn't reacted yet, "What?"