Chapter 642 How to Retreat
"Master, what should I do with this person?"
Wuyinlan turned into a purple-dressed woman, Yingyingyu stood on one side, her eyes were filled with lilac-like light sorrow, like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, making people unable to see through her heart.
She is now subdued by Feng Qianwei and obeys her orders.
As strange as her power is, if there is no restraint, I am afraid it will cause a catastrophe.
"It's also a scourge to keep this person, so I dug a hole and buried it directly."
Feng Qianwei glanced at Wei Huan with a wry smile on his face.
"Master, you let me have a dignified evil spirit to dig a hole? Will it be too talented?"
Ten thousand delusions are unwilling, he is also a big devil after all, okay?
How could he be called for this kind of pit-digging chores?
"Or I'll dig a hole myself and bury you? What do you think?"
Feng Qianwei glanced at him lightly, causing him to shake his head quickly.
"How can this kind of rough work bother the master? As a tough guy who stands up to the sky, I am the best at digging holes."
Bizarre is involuntarily now, and the little life is in the hands of this girl. He has not lived enough, so he decided to endure it.
He was really unlucky to have encountered such a heaven-defying thing as the Holy Phoenix Spirit Book.
"Go!"
Feng Qianwei nodded, Wei Huan immediately dug a hole to work quickly.
He neatly buries the Netherworld messenger into the pit, and she is now in a deep sleep, posing no threat to them.
Originally thought this would solve the matter, but suddenly things changed.
The magic bead in Feng Qianwei's hand suddenly glowed, turning into a gray shadow and rushing towards the sky.
A domain door opened, and an imposing figure came out from inside.
The evil and charming man stepped into the air step by step, his long hair fluttering, and his body was shrouded in mysterious and powerful demonic energy, turning the entire sky into pitch black.
Feng Qianwei's soul power has been exhausted, and now the situation is getting worse.
"Master, let me come."
Bizarre is good at illusions to control people's hearts, and he took the initiative to ask Ying to deal with this person.
However, the mental fluctuations he exuded were fully absorbed by a black tripod with three legs and two ears in the man's hands.
The black cauldron is made of meteorite iron, with patterns of birds, beasts, insects and fish on it, as well as mountains and rivers, vegetation, sun, moon, mountains and rivers, it seems to encompass the whole world.
"Master, his cauldron is so powerful that it can devour my power."
Bizarre and unbelievable tried again, and found that the tripod was simply a huge black hole, and he did not dare to act rashly.
"You go back first."
Feng Qianwei knew that this was an encounter with a big man. Compared with the previous ghost messenger, this person in front of her put a lot of pressure on her.
"The breath of the holy artifact."
The evil and charming man looked at the phoenix white moon flute in Feng Qianwei's hand and felt the fluctuation of the holy weapon.
"It's no wonder that Yue Chen couldn't deal with you. There were powerful evil spirits blocking it."
His pair of pupils, like the vortex of the deep sea, were as cold as frost, without a trace of fluctuation.
He recited a spell in his mouth, and the magic bead flew back to his palm, and the buried ghost messenger also broke out of the ground and was pulled into the sky by his power.
"You killed her?"
His voice was bone-chilling, as if from the underworld.
He stared for a moment, before the suffocating pressure in the air loosened.
"Alive, but in a state of suspended animation."
The black tripod in his hand shook, a ray of light flickered, and the sleeping messenger was awakened.
If his maid is killed, his anger will explode instantly.
"puff!"
Wu Yinlan's power was forcibly cracked, causing Wu Yinlan to suffer backlash.
Feng Qianwei's expression was solemn, this wickedly charming man was very powerful, how could she get out of her body?