bad bad prince unbridled love

Chapter 691
Hong Jiuqing frowned slightly, and looked at the chain not far from her side. Although she was curious about what it was for, she was not so stupid as to touch it by herself.

Feng Qingqing rubbed the aching acupuncture points, and said helplessly: "Is our thinking not right? We always look for places that are not easy to think of, and feel that we have entered a misunderstanding. Now that we have said it, it is not easy. Where it is considered, should that be ruled out from the places that are easy to think of?"

Hong Jiuqing repelled the skulls that came again: "There are many places that can be thought of, and the test it gives is sometimes too tricky. If the so-called unthinkable refers to a brick or a wall painting, you just don't think It's unbelievable, isn't it very angry."

What he said was also reasonable, Feng Qingqing felt even more headache.

She has explored some rules from the previous test. If she looks for the clues it provides, it will be easier to pass the test. If she looks for it from the inherent thinking, it will be easier to fall into a predicament.

The problem now is that no matter how she thinks, the information she thinks of with the statue in front of her has no reference.

In the high-tech era, this god is the patron saint of a few ethnic groups. There are also rumors that it exists in foreign countries. It was also called the god of war. Various legends are intertwined, and there are no specific and detailed instructions.

The only thing that is the same is that it exists as a god.

Protect people, kind god.

Feng Qingqing suddenly thought of a question, since they are kind gods, why would they attack them?Just because it is the existence of guarding this layer?Or because of other reasons?Or in his eyes, she and Hong Jiuqing are evil?
Feng Qingqing whispered to Hong Jiuqing: "I need to check its eyes and ghost face, there should be clues there."

Hong Jiuqing glanced at the ghost's face lightly: "Since you think there are clues on it, go ahead, I'll help you break it and look at this worker bee."

Feng Qingqing was not pretentious. After handing over the worker bees to him, she quickly flew towards the ghost mask of the statue. The skull smiled strangely as if chasing after it. The light blade in Hong Jiuqing's hand fluttered like a butterfly, clearing the way for her.

The statue didn't move, letting Feng Qingqing land on its mask, its eyes rolling.

Feng Qingqing found that there was a piece of yellow spell paper on the edge of the forehead of the mask. She thought for a moment, and tried to tear off the spell. Unexpectedly, it looked like an ordinary piece of paper, as hard as a piece of iron, firmly welded. on top of the mask.

It must have something to do with this spell!

Feng Qingqing condensed the wind blade in his hand, and attacked the talisman fiercely. The wind blade ended more than a dozen times in a row, and the talisman remained motionless, not even a single crack.

"Since the wind is useless," Feng Qing pointed at the little black dragon, "then use fire to see!"

The little black dragon immediately understood what she meant. When the fireball in her hand was released, she opened her mouth to be assisted by the flames. The fireball became even bigger and hit the spell and mask causing a loud noise. Qing, turned her head and rushed towards Feng Qingqing's direction.

After the flame burned the edge of the charm, it quickly went out.

Feng Qingqing was not discouraged, since it could cause damage, it meant that the spell could still be broken!

With the whistling of the wind, she dodged sharply to avoid the attacking skulls from behind, only to realize that the skulls that should have been on the round platform had all flown up.

What about Hong Jiuqing?

She was busy looking for his figure, and soon saw that his hands were bound by chains in the previous place, and the light blade could not be used, but his body was unscathed, and there would be no problems in a short time.

"Zixuan, it's up to us next time," Feng Qingqing said with a gloomy expression, "We can't procrastinate for too long, help me repel them, I'll break the spell!"

The little black dragon howled and was full of fighting spirit, and flew to block the skull and Feng Qingqing.

Feng Qing turned his head and continued to attack the spell. This action enraged the skull, and the little black dragon opened its mouth to fill the ground with fire, forcing them not to approach, and could only shout angrily.

Her expression was calm, but her heart was restless.

The little black dragon is just a clone of spiritual power, if it is exhausted and there is no time to replenish it, it will dissipate soon. It can resist for a while now, and it is also consuming a lot of its own spiritual power.

The speed of the fireball in her hand became faster and faster, and everything else in her field of vision was far away from her.

Hurry up!Hurry up!
They are all waiting for her!if not sooner...

Only the talisman was left in Feng Qingqing's eyes. She was concentrating on it, but she didn't notice that the flame in her hand changed color. It was not the flame red in common sense, but a blue-blue color. Before touching the talisman, the corners quickly rolled up and burned instantly. do.

Become!

Feng Qing was overjoyed for only a second, the mask under her feet shattered in an instant, her feet stepped on the air, the weightlessness covered all her senses, she had exhausted all her spiritual power and strength in the blow just now, and she couldn't even use the flying technique, the little black dragon Chasing her down from the air, her flustered expression made her a little confused, and she stretched out her hand to the little black dragon with self-consciousness, but she still missed it by an inch.

She... is going to fall to her death?
The next moment, falling into a somewhat icy embrace, Feng Qing looked up at Hong Jiuqing's side face, admiring from the bottom of his heart, he was still perfect from the perspective of death, and she might not even dare to compare with him.

"It's well done," Hong Jiuqing clasped her wrist lightly, and the spiritual power warmly transmitted from the junction, "Look around, the water flow and chains caused by the trident are gone."

Feng Qing circulated her spiritual power to eliminate the fatigue of her body, like spring dew in a drought, the warm breath enveloped the tendons in her body, she almost shed tears, the little black dragon gently rubbed her face, in a trance, like Xuanyuan Mujing While stroking her side face, Feng Qingqing opened her eyes, looked at the little black dragon, and fell silent.

Does she miss Xuanyuan Mujing too much?Or is it because the little black dragon is his clone?
Feng Qingqing dismissed this as an illusion, looked around, and as Hong Jiuqing said, all the attacks had indeed disappeared, not even the skull.

The statue returned to the appearance they saw at the beginning, but after the ghost mask shattered, it revealed an angry black face, and the eyes no longer moved strangely, but concealed a look of compassion, watching them quietly, watching It looked almost ninety-nine percent similar to the Dahei Tianshen in Feng Qingqing's memory, but the statue seemed to be open to speak, which seemed a little strange.

"I finally escaped a catastrophe," Hong Jiuqing exaggeratedly sighed, "When the chains locked me, they also locked up my spiritual power. I thought I would really die here..."

Feng Qingqing's expression changed suddenly: "Wait, even if all the attacks have disappeared, you can't relax now, don't forget one thing!"

"We haven't found the entrance to the next floor yet!"

(End of this chapter)