Qingge no longer attacked recklessly, but introduced the evil spirit into the Mingwang sword and slashed it, but it was still useless.
The Death Net tightened crazily, Qing Ge's eyes remained unchanged, and he didn't even frown, which made Ji Yue anxious, and there was also the Flame Dragon whose hair was plucked for no reason.
Qingge stared at Mingwang Dao with a deep look, her eyes flashed, and she suddenly thought that the twenty-fifth tendon was derived from the Blood Demon Flower, and the evil energy in the tendons had a powerful devouring ability.
Will the Blood Demon Flower have the power of devouring?
If so, how strong can it be?
Thunderous and popular——
Qingge's mind moved slightly, her eyes froze, she closed her eyes, and turned the Blood Demon Flower instilled between her eyebrows into a steady stream of powerful energy, pulling it into the Mingwang Sword. The Mingwang Sword was like splashing ink, with a dull color.
They were covered one by one, starting from the handle of the knife, and the scarlet color continued to spread downwards until the blade was completely blood-red.
Compared with the original heavy and ancient aura, the Mingwang Sword exudes a violent aura, bloody, murderous, and evil.
Qingge then poured spiritual energy into the palms of his hands, so he could release the strongest attack.
The girl suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze as sharp as a sword unsheathed. In the depths of her black eyes, the flower of the Blood Demon sprouted and was about to bloom. It seemed as if a cold wind was passing by. Three thousand soft white hairs danced in the air, snow-colored.
In her hair, she was cold and sharp.
She was not afraid of the killing net of death above her head. She raised her delicate soles to the ground and jumped up as light as a swallow. Seeing that her Tianling Cap was about to be cut off by the net of death, her soft boots stuck protrudingly on the side of the death net, and her body
After spinning and flipping upside down, the Mingwang Sword was a little on the ground, the Death Net tightened again. Qingge was surrounded and had no way to escape. With the help of the Mingwang Sword, her delicate body, from bottom to top, shot two blood devil flowers on the soles of her feet.
, supporting her to cruise and kill with ease.
When Qingge infused all the blood demon's breath into the Mingwang Sword, Qingge held the Mingwang Sword with both hands and flew upwards with his head facing down. The Mingwang Sword in his hand started to cut from the Death Net on the ground.
Cut an arc, from bottom to top.
Qing Ge, with quick eyes and quick hands, stepped on the Blood Demon Flower and shuttled out of the arc. Behind her, the Death Net tightened, and there was no space inside. The white hair left by Qing Ge was completely lost in the net.
A layer of cold sweat broke out behind Qingge. If she had been a step too late, she might have turned gray-haired, but fortunately the Blood Demon Flower was strong enough.
She lowered her head and glanced at the Mingwang Sword in her hand. Although it was still the same sword, it was completely different. The Mingwang Sword was brave and good at fighting, killing in battle, but this Blood Demon Sword was coquettish and cruel, drinking blood before returning.
God is like a demon among the flowers.
After cracking the Death Net, Qingge quickly entered the twelfth floor.
In the first major hall, someone shouted, "Ye Qingge escaped from the Death Net and entered the twelfth floor!"
There were sounds of air-conditioning sucking everywhere. Everyone looked at the stream of light at the tower door and were shocked. The red dots on the eleventh floor broke through the splashed ink and reached the edge of the twelfth floor.
Uproar, sigh, disbelief——
Lu Yaoyao snorted, "Aren't there twelve and thirteen floors? The last two floors are probably even more terrifying."
The light gauze drifted away and the fingertips felt slightly cold. A person with nine levels of innate strength was actually able to escape from the net of death.
Ye Qingge, how lucky are you.
Yu Ji, who was taking a nap on the emerald chair, heard the sound, opened her eyes, and looked at the stream of light at the tower door. 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 Vampire Clan?" Beside, the man who was completely immersed in darkness said suddenly, his voice was gloomy.
Fen Que was wearing a black robe, ink-colored leather gloves embroidered with skull killing patterns on his hands, and a huge pitch-black cloak covering his head. Shadows covered his face. His delicate and sinister features were ghostly, and his pale skin was scarlet.
lips.
Yu Ji pursed her lips, her heart was filled with turmoil, but her face remained calm. She lowered her eyes and smiled lightly, "The Blood Clan? What is that?"
Fen Que carefully observed Yu Ji's expression. It didn't look like he was lying. Could it be that his feeling was wrong?
Yu Ji, do you really not know about the vampire clan?
"That's - a place for eating people." Fen Que raised one corner of his lips and smiled softly.
Yu Ji frowned, wondering what she was thinking.
On the twelfth floor of Lolita, Qing Ge stood at the edge of the golden hall. All he could see was the splendor and magnificence. It was as gorgeous and extravagant as the royal palace in ancient times. Qing Ge walked forward cautiously. Suddenly, cracks appeared in the wall again.
The cracks opened up and turned into a sharp net. Different from the previous black net, this time it was a golden net.
Qingge: "..." Is it over yet?
Ji Yue said: "This death net covers three layers, black, gold, and purple. Black cuts people's flesh and blood, gold penetrates the soul, and purple cannot reincarnate."
He said so much in the hope that Qingge would retreat despite the difficulties.
Qingge stopped and felt a chill in her limbs. She had come this far, should she give up?
No--
Impossible.
No matter what, she wants to get the treasure at the top of Lolita Tower.
Ji Yue saw that Qingge was going to move forward, but she had no choice but to accompany her in her madness, live and die together, and never stop.
The golden net in the twelfth floor hall is completely different from the previous ink net. The threads woven into the golden net are shot in all directions in a burst of shining golden light. It seems to be randomly interspersed with no rules, but in fact it can catch all the flies that break into the golden palace.
Hanged to pieces.
Qingge tried to sneak in through the gaps in these golden threads like a dormant leopard. In modern times, she had avoided infrared rays and high-tech lasers in countless missions——
She arched her body, held her breath, and collected her spiritual energy.
The more this happens, the less likely it is to use spiritual energy to assist. The Death Net is afraid that it will be able to sense the spiritual energy and start a crazy killing spree.
There are golden threads arranged in front of her. Qingge is kneeling on the ground with her legs spread wide, her upper body facing backwards against the ground, and with a slight stroke of her fingertips on the ground, her body slides forward under the golden threads, so that she is close to the golden threads.
So close, especially when her face slid over the golden thread, people couldn't help but sweat, for fear that the sharp golden thread would cut off her strong nose.
At this moment, Qingge reached the center of the golden hall. The four walls of the hall were clear mirrors, and Qingge could see herself.
She lay curled up on the ground, her body surrounded by intricately crisscrossed golden threads, which were like knives and swords, wandering around the hall like monsters and monsters.
When Qingge was wandering through several golden threads in front of him, he arched his body, jumped over as quickly as a cat, rolled on the ground, and lay on his side on the cold ground. There were still countless sharp golden threads all around.
The line exudes bursts of death breath, killing people's lives and stealing their souls at any time.
Ji Yue sat on the throne and held on to the few remaining hairs of the flame dragon, her heart beating to the soft song, wandering between life and death, and it was thrilling.