Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

Lingxu Island, Tiandu Peak Hall

The head of the sect finally had enough of seeing Zhuge Canglan struggling on the verge of death, and laughed loudly: "Damn girl, I will give you a ride for the last time, and give you a good time..."

Zhuge Canglan looked coldly at his body still not moving, her face was pale at the moment, and the sweat kept rolling down her forehead, she was waiting for the opportunity for the master to show a flaw, a flaw that would allow her to hit it with one blow.

Five white and transparent silk threads suddenly appeared in the two hands of the sect master, and those threads were wrapped around Zhuge Canglan's legs, hands and neck respectively.

Zhuge Canglan was shocked when she saw it, and her face turned even paler. This damn old thing is made of puppetry. If she struggles, she will be torn into pieces by the silk thread wrapped around her body.

Zhuge Canglan really didn't expect this old thing to practice such insidious spells. Before practicing puppetry, he must find a real person to be his puppet.

At the beginning of cultivation, one cannot flexibly manipulate dolls, and a slight deviation in strength will kill a person into several pieces. When the spell is refined and the dolls can be flexibly controlled, the living dolls used for cultivation will die one hundred if not one thousand. , this beast in clothes.Real shit isn't a thing.

This kind of sanctimonious scum can still sit on the head of Lingxu Island and take charge of the largest sect in the cultivation world, which shows how confused the previous head who was passed on to the head of Yancong was.

Zhuge Canglan was also very interested in practicing this kind of spell, but she gave up after knowing the key elements of practicing this spell.

This is why she gave up practicing puppetry at the beginning. Although Zhuge Canglan is cruel, she never kills innocent people indiscriminately. She only kills those who hurt her, and only kills those who deserve to be killed.

It is absolutely impossible to kill so many people in vain just because they want to practice a spell called sorcery.

Yan Cong saw Zhuge Canglan's sudden change of expression, and laughed loudly: "You seem to know what kind of spell it is? Yes, it's the puppet technique. As long as you don't act according to my request, you will die a miserable death Miserable."

When the two white strings in his left hand moved, it was like manipulating a marionette from the air, Zhuge Canglan's two arms were pulled up, and the whole person was pulled into the air, shaking slightly.

And the two thin threads wrapped around her arms had completely sunk under the flesh, and blood slowly seeped out.

Zhuge Canglan gritted her teeth, she can't panic, she won't die so easily...

If you want to live today, the first goal is not to kill the head, but to cut off the rootless white thread at the same time. If you kill the head first, and the white thread does not escape from his hand, she will still die if he moves his hands .

Pulling the right hand of the sect master, Zhuge Canglan immediately felt the thread on his neck shrink and tighten, and it became difficult to breathe.

"The dead girl still has her last words to say quickly, once I am happy, maybe I will..."

Zhuge Canglan sneered, although his face was pale, but he didn't see the slightest fear.

She moved the corners of her lips and smiled: "You should keep the last words to yourself. A beast like you will die sooner or later. It's better to write the last words as soon as possible to prevent one day from dying suddenly. I can’t even say my last words.”

Yan Cong's eyes were about to burst: "Okay, you have backbone, today, I will send you to die right now."

He pulled it with his right hand, Zhuge Canglan felt the white line sinking into the skin, she gritted her teeth, is she going to die here today, no, even if she dies, she will pull this old thing on her back.

Just when Zhuge Canglan was about to call out the Sky Sword, an ethereal voice suddenly came to mind in the air.

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