Beauty Gathered: the Second Dimension of Shen Lin

Holding the hilt of the sword.

A violent gust of wind suddenly rose from the surroundings.

The rock formations were crushed by wind pressure, and the crushed rocks were turned into powder.

The palm of the hand seemed to be glued to the hilt of the sword, and the evil energy exuded by Cong Yunya wrapped Yaoyue's hand tightly.

Standing in the center of the wind pressure, the white hunting clothes were blown away.

was pulled up.

Controlling Yaoyue's arm, Cong Yunya pulled himself out of the mud.

"Ho ho ho ho..."

"It's really a weak body, but..."

"With this body, I might be able to drink the freshness of the great monster Yuyi Fox—"

"Ah, are you being too arrogant?"

The sense of guidance imposed on her arm really made Yaoyue feel very uncomfortable...but Yaoyue shook her hand as if completely ignoring it.

Cong Yunya's voice stopped abruptly.

The "jade" of the hilt exudes unprecedented light.

"Don't try to resist... It's wishful thinking to break free from my control with this level of demonic power"

A deep voice flooded into my mind.

Slow as if hypnotized...

Let go of resistance...sleep the consciousness...and give it up...

Bewitching in a low voice, the sound coming from the knife made one's head tired.

The tendons extending from the hilt wanted to spread over that arm.

"disgusting thing"

The purple eyes clearly expressed disgust.

The tendons that were entrenched in the air and wanted to move forward couldn't help but stagnate at this moment.

The "jade" on the hilt still exudes a palpitating light, probably why the young monster is not under his control...

Yaoyue smiled.

The purple eyes in the pupils enlarged.

The arc raised at the corner of the mouth clearly carried a cold meaning.

The next moment, the magic power of hatred overflowed from the palm.

The hilt has been eroded into black, and the black stripes in the shape of leaf veins are wrapped around the blade layer by layer, and they are still spreading on the hilt.

so encroaching...

"what is this?!!"

Cong Yunya's voice became frightened.

The magic power of hatred seems to penetrate the evil spirit inside the sword.

As the veins spread, it was tearing the soul of the evil spirit.

Cong Yunya started to burn.

The black stripes appeared on Yaoyue's hand, starting from the place held by this little white hand, the black stripes expanded the whole body like a spider's web.

Then, red lines began to spread, and the entire sword was filled with astonishing heat.

The evil spirit felt an unprecedented sense of anxiety, and the flames licked it, making it scream uncontrollably.

The cold smile became innocent.

When you encounter unhappy things, you will become very happy after letting go of your anger. This is a common problem of all children, right?

But the magic power soaked with murderous intent and hatred is still tormenting it.

Compared with that cold smile, the way he dominated this scene with an innocent smile is even more chilling.

"You guy...you guy...you..."

I really want to reprimand loudly that only this guy is the real evil spirit.

Let people accept its control with the magic power of bewitching.

But this guy used such pain to control others!

It was at this moment that "Cong Yunya" really understood why this guy held onto him without fear—that was using the soul-burning pain as a whip!

"What's wrong? What's wrong with me?"

With a very brisk smile, Yaoyue spoke quickly.

Shen roared in pain.