Chapter 428 428. Miss Xielong's True Love Pretend
Emperor Si stared at the body of the believer, and the dragon tail behind her star skirt swayed left and right subconsciously.
One thing came to her mind.
Regarding the soul, there is a law called "self-manifestation" - the image of the soul comes from self-cognition, that is, when you think you look like this, then your soul is like this, and this is the self-manifestation of the soul's image.
If it is a baby or even a fetus that is unable to form self-awareness, its soul is often a ball of light.
For this reason, there are many people in this world whose souls are actually different from their physical appearances. For example, a mentally ill person thinks he is a pig, and when he looks in the mirror he also thinks he is a pig. In that case, his soul is likely actually a pig.
As for the believer, Emperor Si glanced up and down Xia Feng's body with her pupils erect.
Believers are also somewhat narcissistic.
The soul state has grown one centimeter in all aspects.
"Lord Dragon God, what are you looking at?" Xia Feng felt that Miss Evil Dragon's gaze was not very friendly.
Emperor Si pursed her lips and shook her head: "Nothing, I just found that your body is a little shorter than your soul."
Xia Feng's eyes twitched slightly as he looked at this 1.9-meter-tall woman. He decided that he would have to let Miss Mu learn a spiritual robe that could grow longer!
"Master, what Miss Xielong means is that you have unclear self-awareness and she is mocking you." Yue Hongli said in a calm voice with a single adobe hair on his head shining with wisdom, analyzing the other party's subtext for his master.
".!" Xia Feng patted her head, "Shut up."
"Miss Xielong?" Emperor Si frowned slightly, and her cold vertical pupils narrowed slightly as she stared at the believer approaching.
She didn't bother to argue with the red-dressed woman's disrespectful tone, but for a servant to address her as 'Miss Evil Dragon' so naturally, it was obvious that the believers probably addressed her that way on a daily basis!
Xia Feng's scalp tightened. Yue Hongli beside him tilted his head, the wise hair on his head jumped, and his red lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something terrible.
"You idiot, come back." Following the master's cold command, she turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the back of the master's hand, and was silenced.
"My believer, it seems you are even more disrespectful and devoid of piety than I imagined!"
Looking at the serious expression on the face of the woman in the star-shaped skirt, Xia Feng secretly rolled his eyes.
Miss Xielong, I kissed your lips so hard that they are peeling. Only now do you realize how disrespectful I was.
However, Xia Feng knew that Miss Xielong loved to pretend, and was very scary when she was angry, so he took the initiative to admit his mistake and pointed outside with a smile:
"Lord Dragon God, I am guilty, but if you want to bully your loyal followers, you should wait until there is no one around."
"."Emperor Si retracted her wagging tail under her skirt, pursed her lips and said nothing. Who, who said she wanted to bully you!
Bad believers.
She tilted her head and looked outward with her eyes.
Through the surface of the sculpture, one can see a large group of evil people outside, crawling and kneeling on the ground. At this moment, they all look up with eyes full of surprise and doubt.
When Xia Feng came out just now, he noticed the changes in expressions and conversations of these guys outside.
Obviously, because the terrifying aura of the Dragon God's clone was leaked when it broke the seal, even the blockade of the evil demon statue could not stop it, causing this group of stupid evil people to misunderstand something.
I thought the demon had revived.
At the same time, Yue Hongli also told him the important information from the previous conversation between Saint King Pushu and Spider Man.
The Spider-Man's goal was actually the A-grade Spirit Paper, Blood Spirit Throne.
Xia Feng didn't expect that even though he had come to the nightmare world, he could still help Miss Mu.
Now Miss Mu is following the Holy Department in the Blood Sea Disaster Realm, trying to secretly learn how to use A-level spiritual paper.
However, if the projection of Saint King Pushu were to descend upon him, not only would he not be able to learn to make A-grade spiritual clothing, he might also face a life-or-death crisis.
The so-called projection, also called divine projection, is a type of divine mind clone. Compared with ordinary divine mind clones, projection can retain more of the original body's strength.
Since Saint King Pushu has not yet reached the divine level, he needs external help when he wants to use projection, such as the help of this evil demon statue.
The people outside waited for a long time with their stiff necks tilted up, but found that the evil demon statue no longer responded. They couldn't help but wonder if it was their illusion.
But it's not right that so many people have the same misconception.
The seven blood-red pupils of Saint King Pushu narrowed slightly. He walked forward slowly, and the blood-red pupil in the center of his face rotated clockwise, and the runes on the surface of the evil demon statue began to rotate accordingly.
Regardless of whether the evil demon has resurrected or not, just go inside and take a look.
Anyway, if you want to project yourself into the blood sea disaster zone, you need to enter the inside of the evil golem first.
After a while, a pitch-black barrier door opened. He pondered for a moment and stepped in.
Let me see who is playing tricks.
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Two flowers bloom, each showing its own beauty.
The bloody sea and the cliff island.
The so-called Cliff Island is an island composed of thousands of high cliffs deeply embedded in a sea of blood, just like densely packed toothpicks stuck in a bowl filled with blood.
Mu Qingtong followed more than twenty members of the Holy Tribe and stood scattered on high cliffs, their white robes marked with the Holy Tribe's symbols fluttering in the air.
In front of everyone, under the dark sky with thunder and lightning, there was a huge blood-red vortex, and a gray-robed man was sitting cross-legged in the vortex.
Countless tadpole-like golden patterns surrounded the gray-robed man, flowing densely like stars in the sky, floating in the violent thunder and swirling vortexes.
These golden patterns are the manifestation of the spiritual structure of the A-grade spiritual paper, the Blood Spirit Throne.
In an inconspicuous corner of the Holy Tribe team not far away, Mu Qingtong narrowed her beautiful eyes and glanced around.
It’s a pity that the gray-robed man has been studying here for several years. Now that his cultivation is about to succeed, many of the spiritual particle structures he has learned have been put back into the spiritual paper, and not much is visible outside.
The gray-robed man looked a little strange, with no flesh around his eyes, only pale cheekbones, and sharp teeth like a shark.
"You lackeys of the empire, I suggest you run for your lives!"
He casually glanced at the Saints who were preparing to attack the vortex barrier, his lips curled up strangely, and his tone was weird:
"Otherwise, when the evil god comes, you idiots won't be able to escape even if you want to."
The people in the Holy Department ignored him. The captain of the seventh team looked at Mu Qingtong and said in a deep voice: "Secretary Mu, did you see anything?"
Mu Qingtong looked up at the thunder roaring in the sky. These thunders were all illusions. Her beautiful eyes flashed with a golden light, and her gaze was calm. "It's a projection formation. He is waiting for the arrival of a certain existence. Since he needs the help of the 'projection formation', it means that this existence is not a god."
Hearing this, the three captains of the Zhenwu Realm looked at each other and decided to give it a try. They waved their hands and said, "Go!"
The faces of the people in the Holy Department turned serious, and they dispersed, unfolded their spiritual clothes and began to attack the seal.
The gray-robed man naturally anticipated that someone in the Holy Ministry would be able to see through the illusion he had set up, but he still felt a little unhappy.
He raised his eyes to the pretty woman at the back who was weak and his gaze was slightly cold.
"Tsk, a first-level spiritual master dares to come and die, little beauty, I'll start with you later."
But before that, you have to learn the Blood Spirit Throne first.
According to his estimation, within ten seconds, Saint King Pushu would arrive and slaughter these foolish lackeys of the Empire to death!
When he thought of this, the corners of his lips curled up into a crazy arc, and he started to laugh excitedly and weirdly.
(End of this chapter)
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