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- Chapter 169 Two Hundred Dances
"Reporting to the ancestors, everything is ready"
The graceful and exquisite Wu Mo bowed respectfully in front of Ancestor Styx, waiting for the order from Ancestor Styx.
"very good"
Ancestor Minghe smiled coldly, smiled at the Cauldron of Creation held in his hand and said, "Boy, I'll give you one last chance, hand over the essence and blood of the ancestral witch, and I will spare your life."
"Old Monster of the Styx, you are talking nonsense among the nonsense. You just said that death is the best luxury."
Fei Lian said lazily and confidently: "Old monster of Styx, I'd better ask you to make my death more painful. I'm afraid you justcan't do it."
"Huh, I hope you can still be so tough-talking later."
With a casual throw, the Qiankun Fortune Cauldron fell into the palace. Immediately, countless blood lines transformed into a mysterious formation that enveloped the Qiankun Fortune Cauldron, and then disappeared.
After carefully checking for a moment, Fei Lian didn't find anything wrong, so he couldn't help but secretly muttered: "What kind of trick does this old weirdo want to play?"
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"Have fun with him"
With a sinister smile, Ancestor Minghe flashed and disappeared into the Netherworld Palace. Soon after, the clone who was in the same place with Hou Yi Xingtian discovered traces of Ancestor Minghe.
Patriarch Minghe waved his hand, and Bo Xun and other Shura retreated to the side and stopped attacking.
"Styx, trouble"
He fiddled with his hair on his temples. Hou Yi squinted his eyes and looked at Patriarch Styx, as if he had just recognized his identity.
Xing Tian grinned broadly, but he couldn't help but grasp the Qianqi Divine Ax in his hand. It was obvious that the Ancestor Styx put a lot of pressure on him.
Only Fei Lian's avatar felt no pressure and said calmly to Hou Yi and others: "It has been discovered, so you two no longer need to protect me."
Hear the words. Xing Tian nodded and said, "In this case, please wish yourself well, kid."
"Blessed. Ask for it."
Hou Yi's words were still so short and sharp, his face was indifferent, and Pangu bow was held casually. He looked at Ancestor Styx with not very good eyes, not knowing what he was looking at.
"Since you three dare to come to the Netherworld and Blood Sea, don't even think about leaving easily."
Ancestor Minghe smiled coldly, and then suddenly let out a soft snort, and a majestic power roared out, attacking the three of them. The quasi-sage pressure of killing two corpses was undoubtedly revealed.
Boom¡ª¡ª
In the cold snort of the Minghe Ancestor, Fei Lian felt a bang in his ears, and soon his consciousness dimmed, and the clone behind Houyi Xingtian turned into nothingness in an instant.
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Nether Palace. The universe is in the cauldron of creation.
Fei Lian put his hand on his forehead, his face covered with black lines: "Although it is a clone without any power, it is over after being snorted It's so embarrassing."
Hiding in the Qiankun Fortune Cauldron and talking closely with Ancestor Minghe, Fei Lian only felt the power of Ancestor Minghe slightly. It wasn't until one of the clones was destroyed that Fei Lian suddenly realized that this generation of fierce gods should not be underestimated.
"I hope those two guys are safe and sound"
Although Xingtian and Houyi were powerful, one was a quasi-ancestral witch and the other was already an ancestral witch, they faced the ancestor of Styx who had killed two corpses for many years. Moreover, they were still above the Nether Sea of ??Blood, and Fei Lian couldn't help but worry about the two of them.
But now that he is trapped here, Fei Lian himself is like a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river - he cannot save himself, and he has no ability to take care of Gu Xingtian and Hou Yi anymore.
When secretly thought, there were many beautiful and enchanting female Shu Luo, and the cultivation was not weak, and the worst was the early Xuanxian.
Counting it in detail, including Uma, there are a total of two hundred asuras.
"What are you doing? Are you ready to dance?"
Looking around, I saw two hundred asuras, all of whom were half-undressed, with their beautiful jade skin half-covered. Coupled with their innate enchantment, they were really alluring and captivating.
"Two hundred dances, two hundred and five"
Fei Lian smiled coldly, with extreme contempt. He was located in the Qiankun Fortune Cauldron. As long as he isolated himself from the outside world, no matter how seductive Er Baiwu was, he could not do anything to him.
With a thought in his mind, Fei Lian immediately controlled the Qiankun Fortune Cauldron, isolating everything from the outside world, while he sat cross-legged calmly, preparing to be in a daze
¡°Besides dazing, there is nothing else to do¡±
Scratching his head, Fei Lian had a wry smile on his face, not knowing when he would be able to complete the task.
Just when Fei Lian would feel bored for a long time, suddenly, a seductive and seductive voice quietly came into his ears: "Please taste it, and forget your pity."
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Fei Lian's heart trembled, and soon countless melodious sounds continued to enter his ears, which eroded his soul and caused the evil fire in Fei Lian's lower abdomen to become fierce, like a raging wave that could not be contained.
"How can it be?"
Fei Lian's eyes were round and full of bloodshot eyes, and his breathing was getting faster and faster. He tried hard to suppress the desire that surged in his mind with a trace of reason. He was full of confusion as to why he had cut off everything from the outside world, but two hundred The female Shura's melancholy voice could still be heard.
A continuous stream of evil sounds entered his ears, and Fei Lian had no choice but to resist it. However, the longer he resisted, the more intense the evil sounds in his ears became. He didn¡¯t know how long it took, but suddenly a picture of red cheeks and fragrant sweat floated in his mind. The dripping beauty was biting her green onion finger, and she made a seductive sound in her little mouth: "Don't don't pity the slave family."
Boom boom¡ª¡ª
The charming and charming portraits like rain could not help but appear in Fei Lian's mind. In an instant, Fei Lian was among a group of girls, pink and seductive, full of lust.
The remaining sanity disappeared in an instant, and the surging desires poured out like angry waves.
In the Palace of the Netherworld, under the leadership of Wu Mo, two hundred dancers were extremely coquettish and debauched, competing in various sultry postures. As they twisted and groaned, wisps of sinister aura blended into the surrounding Styx Ancestor. Among the nameless formations arranged, the entire Blood River Formation was then activated. With the power of the Blood River Formation, it resisted the defensive power of the Qiankun Fortune Cauldron and broke through it, transmitting all kinds of wonderful sounds and dances. In Fei Lian's mind.
Blood River Dance
The Blood River Formation is one of the many wonderful uses. What Fei Lian has tasted at this time is only one ten thousandth of its power. If the Ancestor of the Minghe River personally sits in the Blood River Formation and directs the girls to perform the Blood River Dance, I'm afraid Fei Lian will get lost in it at the first moment and be unable to extricate himself.
Of course, Patriarch Minghe didn't want to let Feilian die like this, otherwise Empress Nuwa would definitely take back the Cauldron of Creation at the moment Feilian was destroyed, and then his desire to obtain the essence and blood of the ancestral witch would be extremely slim. .
What makes Ancestor Minghe feel fortunate is that Fei Lian is too weak. Even if he possesses the Qiankun Fortune Cauldron, under the Blood River Formation with the entire Netherworld Blood Sea to rely on, the Qiankun Fortune Cauldron under his control is simply incompetent. hit.
" Erbaiwu, Erbaiwu, I don't know who is the real Erbaiwu, the lost Fei Lian? Or the confident Ancestor Styx? Or (To be continued).
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