Chapter 982: Miss Evil Dragon's Soul Summoning Wood

In the center of the scroll there is a majestic and lofty palace situated on a fairy mountain.

Kozelek and An Xingjia were both stunned and did not move immediately. However, after looking at each other, they seemed to have thought of something, so they pulled Kovis and Xia Feng respectively and rushed towards the fairy-like painting high up.

On the battlefield, the rest of the tribesmen also set off and flew into the sky.

The scene was like an upside-down meteor shower, bursting from the earth's surface into the sky.

Xia Feng felt a little strange. Was the so-called Shenhua Palace a safe house or something? Why didn't they let the tribe members in before, but now they are calling on everyone to go in?

However, it seemed to have a certain defensive effect. A large number of transformed spiritual weapons wanted to follow the large army and force their way in. Among them were some B-level spiritual weapons, and even the transformed forms of A-level spiritual weapons. However, the moment they touched the scroll, they were backlashed and smashed heavily to the ground.

It seems that this scroll can prevent the spiritual weapon from entering in its transformed form.

"Shenhua Palace is one of the powers of the Master's personality. Master, you must be careful. Once she returns, she will most likely notice you immediately."

The voice of Yue Hongli rang in Xia Feng's mind. While he was lost in thought, three thousand members of the Plantagenet tribe had already entered the Shenhua Palace.

This is a world in the style of ink painting. Both the sky and the ground are composed of black and white fluids.

Ke Yanqing lowered her umbrella to cover half of her face, and stood suspended in mid-air, looking down at the tribesmen on the ground, her majestic and calm voice echoing through the painting world:

"According to the order of the Huan Goddess, all heirs must form the Golden Sparrow Sacrifice Formation to aid Mother in fighting the enemy. There must be no mistakes."

Upon hearing this, none of the 3,000 tribesmen on the ground objected, and without asking the reason, they all looked solemn. They each found their corresponding position and sat down cross-legged.

Well-trained.

Xia Feng watched all this with full of doubts. Does the S-level spiritual clothing gold broom domain have such an effect?

These descendants can obtain authority and blessings from the Goddess Huan, but they can also provide assistance when the Goddess Huan needs it.

But what power does this help have?

At this moment, Ke Yanqing landed beside him.

Keweisi narrowed his feminine eyes and quickly stepped forward to apologize like a puppy seeking attention: "Sister Qing, I was wrong. If you want to punish me."

Ke Yanqing pursed her lips. Her mind was now filled with the image of herself shaking her butt towards Xia Feng. She had no time to worry about the assassination. She said softly, "Weiss, we have to make the decision in this emergency. You go to your position first."

Corvez frowned and paused, but his mother's safety was indeed important, so he couldn't stay any longer.

After looking at Xia Feng indifferently, he turned and left.

Ke Yanqing looked at Kozelek again and asked, "Seat Leke, is there enough summoning wood?"

The long-haired man nodded and pushed up his glasses: "Always ready."

"Okay, then you will be responsible for the soul-summoning process. This is of utmost importance and must not be missed." Ke Yanqing ordered in a calm voice.

"Yes, Madam Maid." The long-haired man bowed respectfully and turned to leave.

Xia Feng, standing beside him, narrowed his black pupils slightly. The Spirit Summoning Wood was a spiritual material that had the ability to summon spirits and gods. If it could summon gods, it could also reduce the strange phenomena in the world caused by the awakening of gods.

Previously, in Area 51, when Miss Evil Dragon was first revived,

It was because someone used the soul-summoning wood that Xia Feng had to return to the sealed place and let Miss Evil Dragon wake up early.

Thinking of this, Xia Feng glanced at the direction the long-haired man left.

"What are you thinking about?" Ke Yanqing pressed her slender hand on his shoulder.

"nothing."

Ke Yanqing didn't care much. She pushed her wheelchair and quickly arrived at the Yuntian Platform.

Xia Feng looked down at the vast yet orderly formation in the distance, then tilted his head to glance at the woman holding the umbrella. "Don't we need to find a position?"

"Three thousand people are enough, we just watch." The woman with delicate features shook her head slightly under the umbrella.

Xia Feng narrowed his eyes slightly: "Is the Burning Heaven Saint Lord so difficult to deal with?"

"Although the Abyss Saints will help Goldbroom force back Tianci, it is not enough. Mother is still controlled by the Burning Heaven Saint."

Ke Yanqing said softly, "So you need the help of us descendants. This is our only use to Mother. Otherwise, our Golden Sparrow clan would be nothing more than a burden to Mother."

As she spoke, she lifted her umbrella slightly, tilted her head to look at the wheelchair-bound boy, and said with a gentle smile, "Xiao Nan, can you tell Sister Qing how you became a subordinate of the Abyss Saint all these years?"

Who knows? Xia Feng secretly rolled his eyes. He was too lazy to make up a story. His tone was sincere and helpless: "I'm sorry, Sister Qing, the Saint doesn't allow me to say more about him."

The woman holding the umbrella lowered her head, their eyes met, her red lips almost touching hers: "You can't even tell Sister Qing?"

"Um"

Xia Feng responded softly, but the next moment, Ke Yanqing raised his hand and grabbed his mask, then pulled it open!

“!”

Under the dark mask that covered half of her face.

It's still a mask!

Ke Yanqing was stunned for a moment, not believing it, and continued to pull off the mask.

Her expression gradually became unchanging, and her tone was slightly cold: "Tell me, who are you!"

With the bronze mask in hand, Xia Feng was not afraid of being exposed, but why was this sick girl's mood so unstable?

Ke Yanqing was about to continue asking questions when he suddenly felt something. He looked up and his gaze penetrated the Shenhua Palace and looked at the entire Queshen Mountain.

In the east of the sky above the Divine Mountain, a deep black light swept across, instantly passing through the sky of the Queshen Mountain Realm, and the world fell into darkness.

Inside Queshen Mountain, those transformed spiritual weapons that were wreaking havoc in buildings, warships, and command rooms at all levels seemed to have encountered their natural enemies. They froze in place at the same time, and gray-brown evil currents emanated from their bodies. After about two seconds, they collapsed with a loud bang!

The noisy and chaotic Queshen Mountain suddenly fell into silence, with only countless spiritual lights floating in the air.

Seeing this scene, Ke Yanqing's breathing stagnated, his face turned pale, and his body softened.

Her spiritual weapon also took shape. Although the Abyss Saint's method did not completely destroy the spiritual weapon, it still caused her, the owner of the spiritual weapon, to suffer a backlash. She fell backwards and soared into the air in this gravity-free land.

Xia Feng stood up slightly, put his arm around her waist and pulled her back.

The oil-paper umbrella floated lightly to the ground. Ke Yanqing spread her long legs and sat astride Xia Feng's thighs, burying her face in his neck, breathing rapidly and sweating on her forehead.

The three thousand descendants of the Plantagenet on the ground were also hit back, and they all groaned and lowered their waists.

Fortunately, the backlash was not strong.

Kozelek, An Xingjia, and Mrs. An were hardly affected.

However, they were still very surprised. They all stood up, activated their abilities, and looked outside.

Not only Queshen Mountain, but the entire Golden Sparrow City was now shrouded in the abyss of black sky.

Tens of thousands of transformed spiritual weapons collapsed, leaving only a barely perceptible spiritual light floating in the air.

Could it be that the Saints of the Abyss actually possessed such a bizarre ability? An Xingjia's dark circles wrinkled, his lazy eyes widening in astonishment.

It seems that mother's judgment was indeed correct.

Could it be that Mother has long known that the Abyss Saint has this ability?

(End of this chapter)