"Holy slave, storyteller!"
Almost the moment the red dress fell, Vigil's gaze focused on the person coming.
He was certain that the storyteller who appeared this time was no longer the incarnation he faced back then.
Because, if it were an external incarnation, it would be impossible for the other party to control all the red-clothed people present at the same time in the blink of an eye!
Almost at the same time, many people in red clothes mentioned the name of the man in red dress in their hearts.
Moreover, he has a clear understanding of this person's strength.
"Behead the peak of the Dao, and overcome all nine death thunder tribulations."
"It's only half a step away from Taixu."
It can be said that this is a man who has one foot on the top of the world!
"唳——"
The first person to be released from confinement was not the people in red, but the Holy War Black Angel holding four swords.
The storyteller has control of the room.
But there are four swords that are obviously beyond his control.
In just a blink of an eye, the Holy War Black Angel broke free from his restraints, and then he picked up the black sword and slashed towards... Hei Ming!
Hei Ming's entire face suddenly turned dark.
He had experienced the storyteller's methods.
But every time this guy appears, he is so unprepared.
When there is no time to react, trying to break free is a difficult problem in itself.
This ghost beast... must be sick!
Come here to make matters worse?
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
While Hei Ming was still struggling and trying to dodge the blow from the four swords, Lan Ling slightly curled her red lips and laughed softly.
"Sealing the Heaven Formation, draw!"
Along with the soft shouts, the power condensed in many red-clothed bodies trying to break through the ancient book space was completely drained away by the Sealing Heaven Formation in an instant.
Before anyone had time to react, Lan Ling's fingers, which were also imprisoned, trembled slightly.
"untie."
Dozens of rays of light descended from the sky, instantly covering all the red clothes.
The storyteller felt his eyes flash, and the Lan Ling in his hand disappeared.
He raised his eyes again.
All the red clothes appeared above their heads.
The vigil, the letter, the panicked Hei Ming, and the remaining dozen confused red-clothed people lowered their heads at the same time and cast their gaze on the storyteller below.
The scene seemed to quiet down.
Even Hongyi never thought that if Xiang wanted to break through the boundary, his own power could also be used as one of the means to deal with the Storyteller.
"Lan Ling, this?"
Xin turned sideways and immediately moved to Lan Ling's side.
The previous situation was urgent, and Lan Ling's message only gave a rough outline.
What they understand is that the situation has changed and they need to break through this world first.
Unexpectedly, the storyteller came out!
Has this guy been hiding here all this time?
"Yin and Yang life and death? Ancient book space?" Shouye also squinted his eyes, already seeing something.
"Um."
Lan Ling nodded before saying anything.
"Grass!"
There was an angry curse on one side, and Hei Ming became irritable as he looked at the Holy War Black Angel who continued to attack like a clingy spirit.
"Don't do it alone."
Just when he was about to rush to execute a death battle, Lan Ling stopped him.
"Sealing the Heaven Formation, transfer."
Raise your hand.
The sword-wielding Holy War Black Angels, including the four tauren who were still imprisoned, were suddenly moved several miles away.
"First thing, Storyteller."
Lan Ling's eyes never left the man in the red dress.
When this person appeared, the center of the battlefield had already shifted.
Even if they are in red and ghost beasts, that is their main purpose.
Seeing that Hei Ming seemed to want to continue taking action, Lan Ling immediately added: "If you are alone, die."
Click.
Hei Ming stepped on the space and forced the brakes to stop his footsteps.
Smelly bitches...
Although he was a little dissatisfied with Lan Ling's instructions, as soon as the "Saint Slave" appeared, Hei Ming felt that he could no longer mess around.
The fear of being dominated by the storyteller's illusion in the eighth house at that time came to mind again.
If he really leaves the crowd in red, it is impossible to say that his step will really lead directly to death!
"Bah bang bang."
There was a crisp sound from below.
The storyteller couldn't help but pat his left and right palms with the fingers of his right hand, with admiration on his face.
"Awesome, tsk tsk, awesome."
"As expected of Red Clothes..."
The second brother is right, he really underestimated these guys.
"I didn't expect that in someone else's space, I could actually use the power of the formation to change the way of heaven." The storyteller shook his head as he spoke.
"Excessive praise."
Lan Ling squinted his eyes and said: "It's just that the Grand Master of the Spiritual Array is well prepared. He is not as good as the legendary Seventh Leader of the 'Saint Slave'."
"Hmm..." The storyteller tilted his head and made a long sound, then snapped his fingers.
"Well said."
"It's just...you are very self-aware."
Xin was suddenly provoked to anger by the man in the red dress.
Sissy don’t say anything.
Why do you speak so hatefully?
"What a pervert, can you put your orchid fingers away? I... um."
As he spoke, he suddenly felt like he was being silenced and couldn't say anything.
Turn your head sideways.
Obviously, at this time, the one who can seal himself should be the power of Lan Ling's formation.
Eyeballs twitching.
"Uh huh huh?"
——Why did you ban me?
Lan Ling ignored the big man, because the atmosphere between heaven and earth seemed to have chilled because of Xin's words.
Others don't know, but she knows everything.
The word "pervert", to the seventh leader of the "Saint Slave", is like an existence that is like an inverse scale, it cannot be said at all!
really……
"What did you just say?"
The corners of the storyteller's mouth twitched, and his brows even narrowed because he couldn't suppress his anger, and his eyes became larger and smaller, "Change, pervert?"
He grabbed his hand forward.
"call out!"
Before everyone had time to react, they only felt a distortion in the void.
Come back to your senses again.
The letter has been captured by the storyteller.
"No!" Lan Ling shouted.
late.
A snort.
Two fingers poked it, and blood spurted out.
Xin's throat was penetrated directly, and when the storyteller withdrew his hands again, there was already a piece of bloody cartilage between his two fingers.
"puff!"
Xin spurted out a mouthful of blood, and blood gurgled from the hole in his throat.
He wanted to resist.
But even though he tried hard to bulge up the spiritual energy all over his body, he couldn't even make a trace of the delicate hands on his neck collapse.
The veins are so tight that they bulge.
But all the energy in his body was blocked.
Even the heavenly path around him was completely cut off by the storyteller.
It was obvious that the companion in red was not far above his head.
But at this moment, Xin felt that he was alone and helpless between heaven and earth!
All he could do to resist was to make his injuries worse and the blood in his throat to spurt out faster.
Meaningless to a storyteller!
"This guy……"
Xin's heart suddenly clenched.
Pain was nothing to him.
But with just this move, he knew it.
The strength of the two sides is not on the same level at all.
Absolutely cruel!
As long as the storyteller wants.
There was no one in red who could stop him.
This is an existence that can only be captured if it belongs to the level of Wuyue Sword Immortal!
"Adam's apple..."
The storyteller played with the small bones in his hands and knocked himself with the back of his hands.
not at all.
He smiled and pressed the small bone into Xin's throat again, and whispered in his ear: "Remember, there is no next time."
"puff!"
Xin was hit by this second injury and another mouthful of blood spurted out.
He felt that his "Jin Xuan Spirit Body" was like a decoration in front of the man in the red dress.
The opponent doesn't even need to use his spiritual energy.
It just blocked everything with the way of heaven.
A casual blow can cause fatal damage to oneself.
But it was not until this moment that the people in red clothes above their heads were released from their imprisonment again.
"letter!"
Watch the night's face immediately darkened.
In front of many red clothes, Xin was taken down in one go.
This is no longer just a matter of face, the other party is so provocative and cannot be tolerated!
"Ye Sha, Swallow the Sky!"
Almost at the moment when the violent murderous intent bloomed, the sky was immediately swallowed up by darkness.
"Oh, is it you?"
As soon as this familiar power appeared, the storyteller couldn't help but cast his gaze over.
Vigil didn't dare to hide even half of his strength, and his attack was his trump card.
Not only did he use the power of darkness to change the rules of the world in the first place, but his whole body also began to glow with awe-inspiring righteousness.
"Little old man..."
The storyteller's palm tightened, and Xin's throat was deformed.
"Ahem...poof."
Another mouthful of blood spurted out.
The storyteller had a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
The anger of being inexplicably dispersed not long ago surged into my heart.
The Storyteller, who had not planned to explode at this moment, could no longer hold back when he saw Vigil taking action.
He raised his hand.
"etc!"
Lan Ling shouted at the right time.
She immediately ducked to the side of Vigil and patted him on the shoulder.
"Relax and let me do it."
Watching the night watch sideways, eyes full of forlornness and silence.
"Believe me."
Lan Ling nodded extremely seriously.
Only then did Shouye suppress the impulse in his heart and regain his awe-inspiring righteousness.
But the darkness above the sky still invaded, directly taking back control of the battlefield.
In a situation where they are weaker than the opponent, if even the geographical advantage is controlled, then Hongyi will not be able to fight at all, and will only be at the mercy of others.
"Little girl..."
The storyteller put on a smile again and said, "You are so confident."
"Storyteller, you don't want to kill anyone, do you?" Lan Ling turned his head and looked over.
"oh?"
The storyteller raised his eyebrows, "Are you irritating me? Do you have a grudge against him?"
He read the letter back and pressed his palms hard.
"Crackling..."
Bone cracks exploded from everywhere in Xin's body instantly.
In just a moment, Xin was covered in blood and turned into a bloody man.
Under the infusion of the storyteller's spirit energy, his physical body couldn't bear it at all, and even his internal organs were shattered.
All the bones were almost shattered by the collapse.
"you!"
Watching the night narrowed his eyes and wanted to take action.
Lan Ling held him down, looked at the storyteller, gritted his teeth and said: "Give him back to me, whatever you want, you can do whatever you want."
"this……"
Hei Ming turned his head and looked over in disbelief.
"Shut up and let me do it!"
Lan Ling couldn't help but scolded.
This time, Vigil finally took a step back and gave the initiative back to Lan Ling.
"Oh, so majestic!"
The storyteller smiled and said: "But the prestige is certainly a bit prestige. What qualifications do you have to take someone from someone else?"
He tightened his grip again, and the already dying letter wilted.
This time, he couldn't even keep the spiritual platform clear and fainted on the spot.
"hiss."
Everyone was dumbfounded.
The red-coated men at the back didn't even dare to move.
They all know that "Saint Slave" is a very powerful storyteller.
But in the past, being strong against this person was just a conceptual thing.
Now I have seen it with my own eyes, this...
No one can stop it!
Even a letter, in the storyteller's hands, is like a giant baby, letting him manipulate it?
"Is this gone?"
The storyteller looked at the big man who was completely unconscious and couldn't help but wrinkle his nose, "I can't help but play."
Lan Ling stretched out his hand to suppress the angry people behind him, and slowly said: "I know you won't kill anyone, at least, you won't want to kill Hongyi."
"You know, this doesn't do you any good at all."
The storyteller suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Are you threatening others again?"
His hand tightened again.
Lan Ling hurriedly took a step forward, "Wait!"
"Um?"
"It's not a threat. Your opponent, not Hongyi, kills people here. After he gets out, not only you, but also all of you 'Saint Slaves' will be in danger."
She paused and added: "This sentence is not a threat, I am just stating a fact."
The storyteller let go of his hand and weighed the big thing in his hand forward a few times.
Quite heavy!
"Although you keep saying it's not a threat, it sounds very much like a threat."
"Anyway, if these things fall into people's ears..."
The storyteller closed his eyes and thought for a while, then said, "I'm very unhappy. Listen."
"But it's true, isn't it?" Lan Ling asked back.
"yes."
The storyteller actually admitted it and said with a smile: "You are very smart. At least among these people, you should be the smartest one."
He placed the letter in the void in front of him, took out a handkerchief from the ring and wiped the blood, saying: "I really don't want to kill anyone, but everyone is in trouble, so I have to take action. Okay Do you understand?"
"Can."
Lan Ling nodded and stretched out her hand, "Send the person here first?" She gestured to the letter lying in the void.
"Boom!"
The storyteller kicked the person away with one kick.
"remember."
"The person can be returned to you, but it's because he doesn't like killing people. It's not your threat that plays a role."
"Understand?"
Watching the night took the letter and immediately took a mouthful of elixir.
He clenched his fists tightly but said nothing.
Hei Ming, who had no dealings with Lan Ling at all, had no trouble seeing Xin being beaten before. Now he heard the storyteller's words and couldn't help but get furious.
This is simply too disrespectful.
But, take action?
He glanced around at everyone from the corner of his eye.
There is absolutely no one here who is a match for the man in the red dress.
Even if everyone joins together, it may not be enough for one person to hold with one hand.
how to spell?
After wiping the blood, the storyteller threw away the handkerchief, looked around at the crowd and said, "It's good if you all just stay calm. I'm told not to kill anyone."
"As long as you don't make any noise, nothing will happen."
"I came here not for you, but..."
"唳——"
At this moment, a chirping sound came from behind.
The Holy War Black Angel, who had been teleported away earlier, had returned and attacked, holding a four-sword in his hand, and struck at the Storyteller closest to him.
"ah!"
The storyteller clenched his fists angrily and stamped his feet fiercely.
"Why do people always like to interrupt when we are talking?"
He turned around angrily, glaring at the black sword energy coming in front of him, and slashed across the air with his hand.
"Shut up, okay?!"
A high-pitched roar sounded.
The black sword energy that came towards him was directly split into two.
The storyteller stretched out his hand, and the void twisted again.
The Holy War Black Angel was like a moth flying to the flame, directly sending his neck into the opponent's hands.
"laugh!"
The storyteller took out a dagger from his arms and cut it suddenly, and his head was lifted into the sky by a pillar of blood.
"Noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy!!!"
