The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 2989 Curse
Just like twin brothers, but it is not 90.00% similar, but [-]% similar.

It's just that the people over there are obviously a little unhappy at the moment.

When he spoke, his tone was a little impatient, and there was a crease between his brows.

"Why did you contact me all of a sudden? Didn't you say that you don't need to contact me if you don't have important matters? I didn't tell you what to do before. You are not allowed to do anything before the deity has no refining world consciousness. You have to do it now." The only thing is to disturb the entire Canglan Continent."

"The more chaotic the better, in addition, we must find a way to lure out the bloody resentment suppressed by the Canglan Lower Realm in advance and consume their energy. If conditions permit, you can directly destroy the Canglan Lower Realm. As long as this world does not collapse, how can you do it?" It's all fine, well, don't look for me if there is nothing important in the future."

Following his words, the light curtain in front of Shen Jiuqi went dark, and then the light curtain dissipated.

Shen Jiuqi was silent for a long time, exhaled a foul breath, straightened his waist that had been bent down a bit, and even his respectful eyes became extremely indifferent.

Now that the deity has said that as long as the world doesn't collapse, he can do whatever he wants, so he doesn't need to hold back.

A dark light flashed in Shen Jiuqi's eyes.

As for Leng Wuyou and Jun Moyuan, who were in the White Tiger Realm, they still don't know the series of things that happened in that chaotic space, as well as the things on Shen Jiuqi's side.

The current Leng Wuyou, holding the black mist wrapped by the law of blood in her hand, the arc of the corner of her mouth is playful and meaningful.

Natural divine power surged out from the fingertips, directly piercing through the blood-colored law, transforming into miniature hands, pinching the mist in the palm of his hand.

After a while, the cloud of black mist was pinched into a small person by it. The face of the villain was blurred, but it could be seen from the slightly blurred outline that it was pinched according to the appearance of Shen Jiuqi of.

Raising his hand, a black bell appeared in the palm of his hand. This leader was given to him by the previous witch spell.

The bell is not just for superficial communication.

This bell is a cursed thing, which can be used to curse, and this bell is originally a kind of manifested special weapon transformed by the power of curse.

Back when Wu Man and Leng Wuyou cooperated, they used it for communication between the two, and gave Leng Wuyou one.

There is only one thought in Leng Wuyou's mind now. She looked at the little puppet doll that looked like God Jiuqi pinched out in her little hand, raised her hand to mobilize the cursed energy in the bell, and injected it directly into the little puppet. The position of the puppet's heart.

The white and slender fingertips were raised, and runes were drawn on them.

This rune can bring in some filthy power in the world. This filth is not Yin Qi and evil Qi, but moldy Qi.

Jun Moyuan, who was behind, watched helplessly as the little girl gathered a large cloud of mold and directly photographed the little man's heart, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

He wasn't worried about that god Jiuqi, he wished that he would die sooner and be reborn sooner.

It is also his honor to be able to make the little girl happy now.

He was worried about himself.

At the same time, he had to be thankful that when he first met the little girl, even though the little girl had blown hair, she didn't use this method to take care of him.

After this brainstorming, Jun Moyuan's eyes were so bright, and the eyes of this little girl became even more pampered.

In fact, he knew very well in his heart that the reason why the little girl didn't treat him like this at that time was probably that she didn't know how to use this method when she was a little girl, but he likes to make up his mind, and he is happy!

Fortunately, Leng Wuyou didn't know the thoughts in Jun Moyuan's mind, otherwise she might look at Jun Moyuan with strange eyes.

Following that big cloud of moldy air was injected into the little man's chest by Leng Wuyou.

A black figure in the chaotic space staggered, his body was unstable and he fell forward. Fortunately, he was agile and quickly stabilized his body.

(End of this chapter)