The compassionate smile on the evil god's face turned cold. Through the pale and cold fingers and the faint icy blue lake water, it saw a pair of eyes as dark as dead water.

"It's so noisy, do you think... I have a choice?"

The two bodies were stacked up and down, sinking in the water for a long time.

But the sound of the rapids like heavy rain hitting the lake never faded away.

Ninety-nine's dark eyes with no whites visible still had no real color.

The sound of heavy rain hitting the lake filled my ears.

Ninety-nine's head, which was forced backward by those silk threads, suddenly lifted up.

She raised her eyelids and looked at the True Ancestor Evil God through countless intertwined and floating threads with cold eyes.

"Do you really think that you have peeked into my heart, with such a face, calling this name, and getting the same memory as hers, with a bewitching tone, do you really think that you have become her?"

Ninety-nine's face was expressionless, and his head that was forced to be raised back was like a rusty joint that had lost engine oil and was struggling to be lifted.

Likewise, her sagging arms and bent body began to lift stiffly and slowly, returning to their original positions.

The thread floating in the water was pulled straight by her.

The ninety-nine and five fingers were lightly spread, and a handful of silk thread was wrapped around the back of the wrist. The fingers were tightened, and the opposite direction was pulled hard toward him.

The True Ancestor Evil God found that his arm was entangled with silk threads floating in the water.

It was actually tangled up in the thread of its own desire.

Under the pull of that force, Jiujiu didn't mind the evil god's approach, and even took the initiative to pull it close to him, with the tips of his noses touching each other.

The desire turned into a black mist as strong as substance, and for a moment it was impossible to tell whose body it was emanating from.

At this moment, Jiujiu found her true heart from the abyss of desire, but she was still in the torrent of desire, and there was still no white in her dark eyes.

The eyes that were almost eerily calm seemed to reflect the sky, earth, nebula, and everything in the world.

Her whole body exudes a strange and sticky black mist of desire, but her eyes cannot reflect even half of her true desire.

"But it's really noisy..."

Jiujiu's lips raised a cold arc: "Don't you know that my master always talks very little?"

"You really gave me a very boring dream."

"But dolls shouldn't have dreams.

You deceive me as a human being and use dreams as bait to drag me into the abyss? You have done it wrong from the beginning."

Jiujiu raised her tilted head higher, and her arm bones made a creaking sound like rusty joint friction.

She gritted her teeth and laughed, raising her slender neck, and blood overflowed from her lips and melted into the water.

Jiujiu almost seemed to be unreasonable and grabbed the layers of silk threads tied around his neck. The force was so strong that he even scratched the layer of skin with his nails, dug his fingers deep into it, and pulled the silk threads violently out.

Pull.

The sharp thread cut the skin during the pulling process, and blood spurted out, dyeing it a watery red.

She was like a koi fish caught in a fishing net, struggling hard in the net.

Even if his scales are scraped off by the sharp wires and his skin is rolled and injured, he still has to fight to the death.

Ninety-nine, covered in scars, struggled out of the fishing net threads, but she did not let go of the evil god's body.

She suddenly raised a bleeding arm, spread her fingers, and the silk threads floating messily in the water entangled themselves in her palm, flying and intertwined to form a translucent spear.

The tip of the gun was pointed at the evil god's back.

The True Ancestor Evil God felt the sharp edge behind him, but it still looked down at Jiujiu's face without any emotion.

It blinked very slowly, and then laughed softly.

The evil god's palm carelessly caressed Jiujiu's cheek, and said with a leisurely smile:

"Your soul is more valuable than I thought. I allow you to be wild for once."

The arm holding the gun suddenly bent!

Poof!

The spear, which was condensed from thousands of threads of desire, penetrated both of their bodies at the same time.

The blood of the evil god and the blood of Yinghuo merged together.

The heart of the furnace under Ninety-nine's chest was completely polluted into pitch black, and the whites and pupils of his eyes were completely unclear and turned into two bottomless black holes.

Like an endless abyss, a strange and ominous aura that makes people feel chilly spreads.

"Evil God, don't even think about going anywhere else. Just stay in my body and rot with my soul."

The taste from the evil god's desire, the pleasure of decadence and addiction.

There is an abyss beneath her, and she leads the evil god to fall and sink, rushing towards the fascination of death together.

Indulging in the sweet poison of desire, sucking it deep into your heart.

The face of the evil god pierced by the spear began to become blurred, and its body dissolved like melting ice, wrapping Ninety-Nine's body in all directions.

Ninety-nine sank into it, gradually absorbing the evil god's melted body into his own body.

Her body covered in black mist slowly emerged from the lake.

Ninety-nine opened his dark eyes.

When consciousness returns, the world is under the field of vision, and the sound of wind and rain is still in the ears.

It's just that this cool drizzle is completely different from the heavy rain in the lake just now.

The night is like smoke, and the warm rain is as thin as cow hair, falling on the body, refreshing and light, like powder and falling gauze. It is more like moist smoke than rain.

The holy golden sword light shone across the earth, crossing over Jiujiu's face, but it could not illuminate her pair of pitch-black eyes without the whites of her eyes.

There was no humanity left in her eyes, only extreme indifference and madness.

It seemed like it took a long time, but in the real world it was only a short moment.

Those shadow wizards who were carried into the sky by the golden sword intent were still swimming upstream.

Once sucked into the Holy Sword Mountain of that day, the Shadow Witch will be swept away and purified completely by the extreme sword intent.

Bai Lian looked at Jiujiu, whose eyes were completely dark, with an unprecedented serious expression.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Although he was unable to capture the true soul of the True Ancestor Evil God, he could still sense how Jiujiu's body had changed at that moment.

Jiujiu gave him an emotionless smile and said: "I admit that you are powerful and unmatched at this moment, but sometimes, you are not blindly powerful. Simply relying on strength can turn the tide and save all sentient beings."

The sword light covered by the wind and rain fell faintly into her eyes, but it still couldn't reflect any light.

But Bailian could clearly feel Jiujiu's eyes falling on him.

He was looking at him carefully.

"You are very strong, but at this moment you lack the ability to love others, so today... you are destined to be unable to save anyone."

Jiujiu smiled strangely at him, then opened her arms and stretched out her fingers. Thousands of silk threads quickly and infinitely extended from her fingers, like a needle passing through threads, pulling out the rising shadow witches in the sky.

The bodies are all connected together.

Not a single one falls.

At first, Balian thought she was using this method to try to resist and struggle, forcing these shadow witches who had been filled with the desires of the immortals to stay in the world in this way.

But who knows the next moment, her ten fingers move together, and the shadow wizards dance like countless puppets controlled by her fingers.

The translucent silk threads flew rapidly in the air, like countless golden threads dancing under the refraction of the sword light. The thin and flexible threads set off a terrifying sound of storm in the sky.

And driven by those threads.

Countless shadow witches did not return to the immortal's back, but followed the sword intent of Tiance Junshan Sword and quickly rose to the direction of the Holy Sword Mountain that day.

And the countless silk threads connected to the ninety-nine fingers were like bait threads, lifting her body lightly and flying high like a delicate kite.

The slender body was quickly swallowed up by the brilliant golden light in everyone's sight.

When the immortals who had suffered from the shadow witch saw this scene, they were both puzzled and delighted.

"Could it be that this evil person knew that his conspiracy was failed and he was about to be judged by the Immortal Lord? He was so disheartened that he committed suicide on his own initiative?"

"I believe that the real body of this thief is Yinghuo, a puppet from Shifang City. Yinghuo was created by Snow Girl, the daughter of the Golden Fairy. She has always only obeyed the orders of Snow Girl. How could she collude with the evil god today and murder the immortals?

?!"

"Could it be that more than ten years ago, there was a hidden secret behind Miss Snow's fall? Could it be that she was blown up to death so that the golden cicada could escape, but she was actually secretly manipulating the puppet Yinghuo to create such a shocking conspiracy?"

Fang Geyu, who was coming out of the cold tower with Six Consciousnesses in hand, suddenly heard the words of these immortals talking, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.

The sharp-eyed immortal saw Fang Geyu appearing and analyzed vigorously:

"Whether Snow Girl is dead or not, the doll will be passed down from generation to generation. If she takes action, it must be following someone's order.

The puppet Yinghuo has done this misfortune today, and Shifang City's suspicions are not small. When he returns to the world, he must go to the immortal to ask for orders, and he needs to send the immortal punishment envoy down to earth to investigate the good things in Shifang City?!"

Immediately, some immortals were quite angry after hearing these remarks. Jinxian Weitu snorted coldly and said:
To be continued...