Ten reincarnations, all the heroines have turned evil

Chapter 145

Corpse refining, soul-death technique, puppet technique.

Mastering these three terrifying mystical techniques at the same time is equivalent to mastering the power to subvert the world.

Xu Ze knew that she was now in the holy land.

But no one could guarantee whether the next person to be found would be her or the puppet she made.

Xu Ze closed his eyes and felt the unusual atmosphere in the holy land.

He could feel a very dense death aura shrouding the sky above the holy land.

The sky seemed to be covered by an invisible net.

In the examination field.

The thirteen elders suppressed the death aura on Zhang Heng's body with solemn expressions.

"Everyone, do you feel it?"

Elder Qi Tian frowned and whispered

"Um......Such a huge amount of death energy."

Elder Han Shuang looked towards the horizon.

Her pupils shrank and her face was shocked:"That, that is......"

The thirteen elders looked over.

They saw countless dark figures flying towards them like moths.

Puppets!

All of them were puppets!

""Disciples of the Holy Land, prepare to meet the enemy!" Qi Tian calmed his mind and shouted.

All the disciples in the examination field suddenly became serious and looked nervously at the groups of puppets coming in.

"What's going on here?......"

Ye Fan was surprised. The overwhelming puppets were like a picture scroll of hell, which was unforgettable.

The disciples of the Holy Land fought back.

At the moment of contact, everyone discovered that these puppets were all made of black iron and were extremely hard!

"Be careful! Most of these puppets are in the Hexuan period. Disciples who are not strong enough should retreat first and don't force it!"

The moment Ye Fan fought with these puppets, he felt the strength of these puppets.

He smashed a puppet with one palm and shouted loudly.

For a time, there was a chaotic battle in the examination field.

At this time, in a remote corner of the Holy Fire Palace.

Lin Yu'er walked nervously in the corridor, carefully looking for Yan Qiao's trace.

Based on her understanding of Yan Qiao, Yan Qiao is a solitary person and will not take the initiative to appear in a noisy place.

If you want to find her, you must look for her in a remote corner.

Hmm?

Just walking.

Suddenly, a flash of light made Lin Yu'er slightly startled.

She hurriedly walked towards the location where the light was flashing.

Seeing a silver line suspended in the air

"Is this a puppet thread?"

Lin Yu'er stretched out her hand and gently touched the silver thread.

The sharp silver thread immediately cut Lin Yu'er's finger.

"There is no mistake, it is Yan Qiao's puppet thread......I was wondering why someone would set their sights on the treasures I collected recently.......Is it her?......"

It seems that she has a deeper understanding of her conjecture.

Lin Yuer follows the silk thread and walks forward step by step.

"Damn you, you destroyed all the treasures in my house. I will never forgive you......."

Lin Yu'er was furious.

Soon, following the silk thread, she came to the back hall of the Holy Fire Palace, an empty place where few people usually come.

In the back hall, the statue of the Holy Lord stood in the center of the hall.

The white smoke from the burning incense in the furnace made the back hall look even more hazy.

"Could it be hidden here?"

Seeing the silver line turn into the depths of the back hall,

Lin Yu'er was delighted and hurriedly prepared to use the communication spirit stone to contact Qu Qinghan and others.

However, just as she took out the spirit stone, a mysterious force came and instantly shattered the spirit stone in Lin Yu'er's hand!

""Who!"

Lin Yu'er was startled.

Turning her head, she saw a girl with white hair and white robes slowly walking out from behind the statue of the Holy Lord.

She slowly raised her head, revealing her delicate and lovely face, as well as the butterfly pattern on her face.

Her pink eyes reflected Lin Yu'er's shadow, showing a cold look.

"Yan Qiao......I didn't expect you to be here."

Lin Yuer gritted her teeth and said solemnly

"Haha, it's been a long time since we last met, Miss Lin......"

Yan Qiao smiled grimly and walked towards Lin Yuer."It has been decades since we last parted, right?"

Lin Yuer sneered,"Last time we parted? Do you mean the time when you wanted to steal the body of the Son of God?"

In the previous nine lives, after Xu Ze died, Lin Yuer had been guarding Xu Ze's tomb.

The woman she met the most was Yan Qiao, who had always wanted to make Xu Ze into a puppet.

Yan Qiao smiled and said,"I thought we were very similar.......They all have a unique obsession with the Son."

"Don't compare me with you. My feelings towards the Son of God are absolutely different from your feelings towards the Son of God!"

Lin Yu'er said very firmly.

She likes the Son of God. No matter what the Son of God becomes, she still likes the Son of God. Whether the Son of God does something wrong or right, as long as it is Xu Ze, Lin Yu'er will never change her mind about Xu Ze.

But Yan Qiao is different.

Is the person she likes really Xu Ze?

Or is it that what she values from beginning to end is only Xu Ze's power?

She just longs to be dominated by a powerful person.

And this person, whether it is the Son of God or not, seems to be fine. (To read the violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Do you think so?"

Yan Qiao sighed.

She slowly raised her hand.

There seemed to be a faint light shining on her white and slender fingers.

"Different road non-phase plan......"

"Since you and I have completely different feelings towards the Son of God"

"Then, there should be fewer people like this around the Holy Son.......Are you right?"

In the back hall, silver light flickered.

The rumbling sound made Yan Qiao feel that the earth seemed to be shaking.

"What's going on?"

Lin Yu'er looked at the source of the earthquake in surprise.

She saw that the statue of the Holy Lord standing in the hall suddenly moved amid the roar!

Lin Yu'er's face turned pale.

The corners of her mouth kept twitching.

What the hell is this?��

Zixia Palace, on the floating island.

Jing Xiaoxuan retreated with fear on her face.

In front of her, a white-haired girl floated in the air, like a god.

Countless dense silver threads connected to the desperately struggling disciples of Zixia Palace.

"Quick, hurry up! This person's puppetry is too powerful, we can't resist it......."Looking at Jing Xiaoxuan, the Zixia Palace disciple shouted anxiously, and his body involuntarily held the long sword and walked towards Jing Xiaoxuan step by step.

The white-haired girl floating in the air raised her lips slightly, and the butterfly lines on her face flashed a faint red light.

Her pink eyes stared at Jing Xiaoxuan who was retreating again and again with a playful look.

"You are still the same as you were back then, ignorant and timid, Jing Xiaoxuan......"

"Yan, Yan Qiao......"Jing Xiaoxuan swallowed hard, looking at the communication spirit stone on the ground that had been pierced by a sword.......How could I meet Yan Qiao in a place like this?......

Tianhan Palace.

Amidst the roar, the snowy mountains collapsed and the houses toppled over.

Qu Qinghan danced in the avalanche, holding a long sword, stabbing the dodging white-haired girl in front of him coldly and mercilessly.

"Hehehe, Qu Qinghan, your strength really hasn't improved at all compared to what it was back then!"

"I wanted to make you into a puppet, but now it seems that you are not qualified!"

The white-haired girl laughed grimly, and the silver thread in her hand kept shining.

Boom boom boom!

The mountain collapsed, and several zombie puppets appeared in front of Qu Qinghan. The terrifying sword intent immediately blocked Qu Qinghan's way.

"These masters are all well-known sword masters in the Qiankun Continent." The white-haired girl sneered, and the butterfly pattern on her cheek shone with red light,"Qu Qinghan, you will die in the ice and snow that you love most!"

"Yan Qiao......"

Tightening the ice sword in his hand, Qu Qinghan's eyes became colder and colder.

""Hmm?"

Nalan Yun was lying on the ground with a book in her arms. A look of surprise appeared on her dull face.

She picked up a broken silver thread from the ground.

Although it was only half a piece, the extremely delicate touch still made Nalan Yun recognize that it was the puppet thread used by Yan Qiao.

Nalan Yun was thoughtful.

She raised her head and looked towards the sky above the hall.

There were several crystal clear silk threads floating in the sky above the hall.

Nalan Yun pinched her chin, and her little face was almost wrinkled.

"puppet......"

"Dead Souls......"