Qingge no longer attacked recklessly, but instead introduced evil spirits into the Mingwang sword and slashed them down, but it was still useless.

The death net tightened wildly, Qingge's eyes remained unchanged, and she didn't even frown, but she was so anxious that Ji Yue and the flame dragon that had been plucked for no reason.

Qingge stared at Ming Wangdao with deep eyes, and her eyes flashed. She suddenly thought that the 25th tendon veins were derived from the Blood Demon Flower. The evil energy in the tendon veins had a powerful swallowing ability.

Will the Blood Demon Flower have the power to devour?

If so, how strong can it be?

Thunderous, popular-

Qingge's heart moved slightly, her eyes were frozen, she closed her eyes and turned the blood demon flower infused between her eyebrows into a continuous stream of powerful energy, and pulled it into the Mingwang Sword, the ink-splashing Mingwang Sword, the dark Yan Cai

They were covered one by one, starting from the hilt of the knife, and the scarlet color continued to spread down until the blade was completely turned into blood.

Compared with the originally heavy and ancient aura, the Ming King's sword exudes violent aura, bloody, cruel and evil spirits.

Qingge then poured spiritual energy into the palms of both hands, thus releasing the strongest attack.

The girl suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes sharply as if a sword was unsheathed. In the depths of her black eyes, the Blood Demon Flowers sprouted and buddled, as if a cold wind was passing through, three thousand soft white hairs suddenly danced and rose, and the snow color

While she was in the hair, she was cold and silent.

She was not afraid of the death net that killed the death net above her head. Her delicate feet pointed to the ground, and her body was as light as a swallow and jumped up. She saw that the sky spirit cap was about to be cut off by the death net. Her soft boots suddenly appeared on the death net across the face.

Xuan Fei hangs upside down, and after the Mingwang sword is on the ground, the death net is tightened again. Qingge is surrounded and has no way to escape. With the help of the Mingwang sword, his delicate body rises from bottom to top, and two blood demon flowers are facing the soles of the feet facing the sky.

, supports her to cruise and kill, and at ease.

When Qingge instilled all the breath of the blood demon into the Mingwang sword, Qingge held the Mingwang sword in both hands, flew upwards with his head facing downwards, but the Mingwang sword in his hand started to be cut from the death net on the ground, on the death net

Cut a radian, from bottom to top.

Qingge's eyes were quick and fast, stepping on the Blood Demon Flower, and walked out of the arc. Behind her, the death net tightened, and there was no space inside. A white hair left by Qingge was almost gone in the net.

Qingge had a cold sweat behind her. If she had been one step later, she would have been afraid that the white hair would end up with her. Fortunately, the Blood Demon Flower is strong enough.

She looked down at the Mingwang sword in her hand. Although it was still the same knife, it was completely different. The Mingwang sword was brave and good at fighting and killing, but this blood demon sword was so sarcastic that he was cruel and cruel. He only had a good time when he drank blood.

God, a demon like a flower bush.

After cracking the death network, Qingge quickly walked into the twelfth floor.

In the first major hall, someone shouted, "Ye Qingge escaped from the death net and entered the twelfth floor!"

There was a sound of air-conditioning sucking in the air everywhere. Everyone looked at the flowing light at the tower gate and was shocked. The red dots on the eleventh floor broke through the ink-splashing and reached the edge of the twelfth floor.

Uproar, sigh, unbelievable-

Lu Yaoyao snorted, "Are you still twelve and thirteen layers? The two layers behind are probably even more terrifying."

The veil was wandering and his fingertips were slightly cool. A person with the innate ninth level of strength was able to escape from the death net.

Ye Qingge, how lucky you are.

Yu Ji, who was sitting on an emerald chair, heard the sound, opened her eyes and looked at the tower gate. She curled her lips and smiled sarcastically, and said in a voice that only she could hear, "How could Ye Qingge die in Lolita?"

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"Does Miss Yu know about the blood clan?" The man next to him, who was trapped in the dark, suddenly said, with a gloomy voice.

Burn was wearing a black robe, wearing ink-colored leather gloves embroidered with skeleton killing patterns on his hands, and a huge black cloak on his head, with shadows covering his face, delicate and slim facial features, pale skin and scarlet red

lips.

Yu Ji pursed her lips, and her heart was filled with storm, but her face was silent. She lowered her eyes and smiled slightly, "Blood clan? What is that?"

Fenque carefully observed Yu Ji's expression, not like a lie. Could it be that his feelings were wrong?

Yu Ji, really don’t know about the blood clan?

"That's a place to eat people." Fenque curled up the corners of his lips and smiled femininely.

Yu Ji closed her eyebrows, not knowing what she was thinking.

On the twelfth floor of Lolita, Qingge stood on the edge of the golden hall, and saw magnificent and magnificent, gorgeous and luxurious like the ancient Zunhou bedroom. Qingge walked forward carefully, suddenly, cracks broke out on the wall again.

The cracks are spreading their teeth and claws and transforming into a sharp net. Unlike the previous black net, this time it is a golden net.

Qingge: "..." Is it over?

Ji Yue said: "This death net covers three layers, black, gold, purple, black, cuts human flesh and blood, gold penetrates the soul, purple cannot reincarnate."

He said so much, but he hoped that Qingge would give up in the face of difficulties.

Qingge stopped and her limbs were filled with coldness. She had already walked here. Should she give up?

No--

Impossible.

No matter what, she has to get the treasure at the top of the Lolita Tower.

When Ji Yue saw Qingge going forward, she had no choice but to accompany her to go crazy, living and dying together, and never ending.

The golden net of the twelfth floor hall is completely different from the previous ink net. The threads crocheted into golden nets are shot in all directions in a sparkling golden light. It seems that there is no rule to intersperse randomly, but in fact, it can give all the flies that break into the golden palace.

Strangled into powder.

Qingge tried to rush in from the gaps between these golden threads like a dormant leopards. In modern times, she avoided infrared rays and high-tech lasers in countless missions—

She arched her body, held her breath, and curled her spiritual energy.

The more this happens, the less spiritual energy is, the more we cannot use it to assist. The Death Ghost Net is afraid that it can feel the spiritual energy and launch a crazy killing.

In front are arranged golden lines. Qingge's legs are spread out and kneels on the ground, with his upper body leaning back against the ground, his fingertips gently stroked to the ground, and his body slid forward under the golden lines, which was close to the distance from the golden lines.

It was close by, especially when her face slid across the golden thread, which made people sweat, for fear that the sharp blade would cut off her firm nose.

At this moment, Qingge arrived at the center of the Golden Hall, and the four walls of the hall were clear mirrors, so Qingge could see herself.

She curled up on the ground, with her body covered with intricate golden threads, like swords, wandering in the hall like ghosts and monsters.

Qingge arched his body as the first few golden threads wandered through, jumped over like a cat, rolled on the ground, lying on the cold ground, and there were still countless sharp gold around him.

The thread emits a burst of death breath, killing people's lives at any time and stealing people's souls.
Chapter completed!