Ten reincarnations, all the heroines have turned evil

Nalan Yun looked over.

He found that the person behind him was Xu Ze!

Nalan Yun was stunned for a moment, but soon, he looked Xu Ze up and down vigilantly.

He couldn't be sure.

Under the current circumstances, no one dared to be sure whether the Xu Ze in front of him was a puppet.

Nalan Yun knew Yan Qiao's methods.

With her ability, she would think it was possible even if she made a puppet with Xu Ze's appearance.

Therefore, Nalan Yun still had to confirm whether the Xu Ze in front of him was real or fake.

With her character, she would never believe anything easily.

Looking at Nalan Yun's vigilant expression.

The smile on Xu Ze's face gradually subsided.

Then, with a dark face, she walked in front of Nalan Yun, and under Nalan Yun's surprised eyes, she gave her a slap on the head.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Son......"

Nalan Yun held his head and nodded hurriedly.

This familiar strength, it was indeed the Holy Son!

Grabbing Xu Ze's sleeve, Nalan Yun breathed a sigh of relief, and the uneasiness in his heart gradually calmed down.

"How do you run���This kind of place, the holy land is not safe now, stay in the Holy Fire Palace and don't run around, isn't it good?"

Xu Ze's eyes softened and he touched Nalan Yun's head.

"Protect......"

Nalan Yun looked at Xu Ze with a determined look.......Protect me?

Xu Ze immediately understood what Nalan Yun meant.

He knew that in the eyes of the heroines, he might not know Yan Qiao's origin.

With Yan Qiao's profound skills, if he attacked blindly, he would only fall into a passive position.

Therefore, as the heroines who knew Yan Qiao best, they attacked on behalf of Xu Ze and wanted to catch Yan Qiao.

Xu Ze knew what they meant and felt a little touched.

""Thank you."

Xu Ze smiled and rubbed Nalan Yun's head vigorously.

Xu Ze really didn't want to disappoint any of these girls who truly loved him.

As the Son of God, Xu Ze knew that it was very easy to attract countless followers with his identity.

He could ask for as many women as he wanted.

As long as he asked, countless sects in the Qiankun Continent would compete to send their daughters to him.

Perhaps those women would also like him.

However, the depth of that kind of emotion, no matter what, would not be as deep as their feelings for nine lifetimes.

And Yan Qiao

......

Xu Ze was not sure about her at all.

He didn't know what kind of position he held in her heart. He also didn't know whether she had any love for him, even a little bit, after nine reincarnations.

Because in Xu Ze's impression,

Yan Qiao was a woman who never showed her inner feelings.

She was withdrawn and lifeless.

She always carried out Xu Ze's words mechanically.

Even in bed, she was like a puppet without her own emotions, making it impossible for people to understand her true thoughts.

And now, she did such a thing again.......This made Xu Ze unable to forgive her.

"Holy Son."

Looking at Xu Ze, whose eyes were filled with flames,

Nalan Yun gently tugged at the hem of Xu Ze's clothes and stretched out his hand.

When he opened his hand, the broken thread appeared in front of Xu Ze.

"Is this the puppet thread that Yun'er found?"

Xu Ze took it with a smile.

Nalan Yun nodded vigorously.

"Son......"Nalan Yun pointed to the sky above the hall again.

Xu Ze looked up and saw that there seemed to be a silver thread hanging down from the dense puppet threads in the hall.

Xu Ze was slightly startled and immediately flew towards the silver thread.

"It seems that this one is the one that broke.

Xu Ze compared the broken marks of the two silver threads and determined that the thread broke from this one.

""Does this line lead to somewhere?"

He pulled it a little harder.

Feeling the faint beats coming from the end of the silver line,

Xu Ze and Nalan Yun looked at each other and immediately chased after the broken silk line.

Outside the hall , the death aura became thicker and thicker.

The purple death aura hovering above the examination field was almost about to engulf the entire holy land.

Xu Ze knew that time was running out.

If he could find Yan Qiao, it would be fine.

If not,

Xu Ze would have to use extraordinary means to activate the holy land's world-destroying formation to destroy the death aura indiscriminately.

However, by then, Yan Qiao might also be reduced to ashes.

There would be no possibility of survival. (To read the violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Following the silver line, the two came to the Holy Fire Palace.

At this time, the Holy Fire Palace was filled with death aura.

The entire Holy Fire Palace was as silent as death.

Only in the direction of the back hall, bursts of roars could be heard from time to time.

"Yu'er's breath?"

Xu Ze raised his eyebrows.

However, the silver line did not point directly to the back hall.

It was to the other side.

Xu Ze thought for a moment and decided to trace the end of the puppet thread first.

He and Nalan Yun continued to walk.

Soon, they came to a ruin that was being rebuilt.

This was originally Lin Yu'er's room.

It was only because Yan Qiao's puppet exploded last night that it was moved to the ground.

And the end of the silver line disappeared at this place.

"Gone......"

Grasping the end of the silver thread and feeling the trace of residual breath at the end, Xu Ze frowned,"I can feel the residual profound force on this thread. Does that mean the caster just abandoned this puppet thread and left?"

""Holy Son!"

Nalan Yun suddenly shouted.

Xu Ze turned his head and saw Nalan Yun pointing at a series of footprints on the ground, his face full of anxiety,"Footprints!"

Part of the soil in the ruins had just been renovated.

So the footprints were very new, obviously just walked.

However, Xu Ze took a look and found that the footprints, whether big or small, or the depth left on the soil, were not something a girl could leave.

Could it be a puppet?

The strange black-robed man he had seen in the dark night suddenly appeared in Xu Ze's mind.

That person was undoubtedly one of Yan Qiao's puppets.

And does his existence mean that the real Yan Qiao is here?

The thick death aura has completely covered the sky of the holy land.

The whole world is dark purple, hazy, and unclear.

In this death aura, all the mysterious forces seem so helpless.

The breath is chaotic, the spiritual tools are malfunctioning, and even some disciples with lower cultivation have their bodies eroded by the death aura.

Xu Ze and Nalan Yun followed the footprints.

Soon, they arrived at the Holy Fire Palace, outside the treasure pavilion.

"'~Here......"

Xu Ze was stunned for a moment.

In his mind, the first time he met Yan Qiao in the previous nine lives suddenly emerged.

In order to refine the immortal puppet, Yan Qiao wanted to steal the secret treasure of the holy land, the Holy Fire Lotus.

The first time Xu Ze and Yan Qiao met was outside the treasure pavilion of the Holy Fire Palace where all kinds of secret treasures were stored.

Xu Ze's eyes sank, and he took out the Holy Son Order and opened the door of the treasure pavilion.

The lights in the treasure pavilion were suddenly bright.

Countless rare treasures that shocked the world were arranged one by one in front of Xu Ze.

These exotic treasures are all precious treasures that no one in the lower world dares to imagine.

Superior magic weapons and heavenly-level mysterious weapons seem to be ordinary here and can be seen everywhere.

Many ancient artifacts that have never been heard of in the lower world are even filled with the entire treasure pavilion.

These are all Xu Ze's collections.

They are some small toys that can be owned as a holy son.

"I didn't expect that the Saint Son would find such a place."

A hoarse and unpleasant voice came from the depths of the treasure pavilion.

Xu Ze and Nalan Yun walked over.

They saw the treasure area of the treasure pavilion. At the highest position, where Xu Ze's favorite collection should be placed.

A white-haired girl sat there, propping up her face and looking at Xu Ze and Nalan Yun gloomily.

Behind her, a tall man in a black robe stood there to the right.

Under the hood, his face could not be seen.

Only the unpleasant voice came out of his mouth.

"It seems that the Holy Son has already won half of this game......."...

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