Chapter 428: Miss Evil Dragon Truly Loves to Pretend
Chapter 428: Miss Evil Dragon Truly Loves to Pretend
Di Si stared at the believer’s physical body, her dragon tail behind her starry skirt swaying subconsciously.
She thought of something.
Regarding souls, there was a law called [Self-Actualization]—the form of the soul originates from self-perception. That is, when you believe you look like this, your soul will be like this; this is the self-actualization of the soul’s form.
For beings like infants or even fetuses, who cannot yet form self-perception, their souls are often just a ball of light.
This is also why, in this world, many people’s souls are actually different from their physical appearance. For example, if a mentally ill patient believes they are a pig and sees themselves as a pig in the mirror, then their soul might truly be a pig.
As for believers, Di Si’s vertical pupils swept over Xia Feng’s body.
Believers are also a bit narcissistic.
In terms of soul, they have grown by one centimeter in all aspects.
“Lord Dragon God, what are you looking at?” Xia Feng felt that Miss Evil Dragon’s gaze was unfriendly.
Di Si pursed her lips and shook her head, “Nothing, I just noticed your physical body is a little shorter than your soul.”
Xia Feng’s eye twitched slightly. Looking at this tall woman who was one meter ninety, he made up his mind that he would have Miss Mu learn to make a spirit robe that could lengthen in the future!
“Master, Miss Evil Dragon means that your self-perception is unclear, and she’s mocking you,” Yue Hongli said calmly, a strand of hair on her head highlighting a spark of wisdom, analyzing the other party’s subtext for her master.
“!” Xia Feng patted her little head, “You shut up.”
“Miss Evil Dragon?” Di Si’s delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her cold vertical pupils staring at the believer before her narrowed slightly.
She couldn’t be bothered to argue with the woman in red over her disrespectful tone, but for a servant to casually call her ‘Miss Evil Dragon’ like this, it was obvious that the believer likely called her that on a daily basis!
Xia Feng’s scalp tightened. Beside him, Yue Hongli tilted her head. The wise strand of hair on her head twitched. Her red lips parted as if she wanted to say something more terrifying.
“You idiot, come back,” with a cold command from her master, she turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the back of her master’s hand, being silenced.
“My believer, it seems you are even more disrespectful than I imagined, lacking any sense of piety!”
Seeing the woman in the starry skirt’s serious expression, Xia Feng secretly rolled his eyes.
Miss Evil Dragon, my lips are already worn out from kissing your mouth, and only now do you realize my lack of piety.
However, Xia Feng knew that Miss Evil Dragon loved to pretend, and she was quite terrifying when she got angry, so he proactively admitted his mistake and pointed outside with a smile:
“Lord Dragon God, I have sinned, but if you want to bully your loyal believer, please wait until there’s no one around.”
“.” Di Si retracted her swinging tail under her skirt and pursed her lips without speaking. Who, who said they wanted to bully you!
Bad believer.
She turned her head, her divine eyes looking outward.
Through the surface of the statue, they could see a sea of Nightmare Clan members kneeling outside, all looking up with hesitant gazes.
When Xia Feng came out earlier, he had already noticed the change in expression and conversations of these guys outside.
Clearly, because of the terrifying aura leaked when the Dragon God’s clone broke the seal, even the Calamity Demon Statue’s blockade couldn’t stop it, leading these foolish Nightmare Clan members to misunderstand something.
They thought the Calamity Demon had resurrected.
At the same time, Yue Hongli also relayed the important information from the conversation between King Pu Xiu and Spider Man to him.
Spider Man’s goal was actually the A-class spirit paper, the Blood Spirit Throne.
Xia Feng didn’t expect that even after coming to the Nightmare Realm, he could still help Miss Mu.
Currently, Miss Mu’s main body was acting with the Holy Department in the Blood Sea Calamity Realm, trying to steal the A-class spirit paper.
But if King Pu Xiu’s projection descended there, not only would she not be able to learn the A-class Spirit Robe, but she might also encounter a life-threatening crisis.
The so-called projection, also known as a divine projection, is a type of divine thought avatar. Compared to ordinary divine thought avatars, projections can retain more of the main body’s strength.
Since King Pu Xiu had not yet reached the Divine Steps, he needed external help to use his projection, such as using this Calamity Demon Statue. The people outside waited for a long time with stiff necks, but found that the Calamity Demon Statue had no further reaction, making them all suspect if it was their imagination.
But for so many people to have the same illusion was surely not right.
King Pu Xiu’s seven blood-red eyes narrowed. He stepped forward slowly, and the blood-red eye at the center of his face rotated clockwise. The runes on the surface of the Calamity Demon Statue began to spin.
Whether the Calamity Demon had resurrected or not, they could find out by going inside.
After all, to project a descent into the Blood Sea Calamity Realm, one needed to enter the Calamity Demon Statue first.
After a while, a dark barrier gate opened. He pondered for a moment and stepped in.
Let me see who is playing God.
*
The story splits into two.
Blood Sea Calamity Realm, Cliff Island.
The so-called Cliff Island was an island composed of thousands of tall pillars deeply rooted in the blood sea, like dense toothpicks stuck in a bowl filled with blood.
Mu Qingtong, along with over twenty members of the Holy Department, stood scattered on individual tall pillar cliffs, their white robes bearing the Holy Department’s symbol fluttering in the wind.
!
In front of everyone, under the thunder and lightning of the dim sky, was a giant blood-red vortex. Seated cross-legged in the vortex was a person in gray robes.
Countless tadpole-like golden patterns permeated the gray-robed person. As they flowed densely, they resembled countless stars, bobbing and weaving in the violent thunder and rapidly spinning vortex.
These golden patterns were the macroscopic manifestation of the spirit particle structure of the A-class spirit paper, the Blood Spirit Throne.
Not far away in the Holy Department’s team, in an inconspicuous corner, Mu Qingtong narrowed her beautiful eyes and scanned the surroundings.
Unfortunately, the gray-robed person had been studying here for several years. He was now close to success, and many of the spirit particle structures he had learned had already been reabsorbed into the spirit paper, with not many externally displayed.
The gray-robed person had a strange appearance. His eyes were devoid of flesh, leaving only pale cheekbones. His teeth were sharp and pointed like a shark’s.
“Dogs of the Empire, I suggest you all flee for your lives…”
He casually glanced at the Holy Department members preparing to forcibly breach the vortex barrier, a strange grin appearing at the corner of his lips, his tone peculiar:
“Otherwise, when the Nightmare God descends, you fools won’t be able to escape even if you want to.”
The Holy Department members ignored him. The captain of the Seventh Squad looked at Mu Qingtong and said in a deep voice, “Clerk Mu, did you see anything?”
Mu Qingtong’s gaze lifted towards the thundering lightning in the sky. This lightning was an illusion. Her beautiful eyes flickered with a golden light, and she stated calmly, “It’s a projection formation. He is waiting for the arrival of a certain existence. Since it requires the use of a ‘projection formation,’ it means this existence is not a god.”
Upon hearing this, the three captains of the True Martial Realm glanced at each other and decided to make a daring move. With a wave of his hand, he signaled, “Go.”
The faces of the Holy Department members turned solemn. They spread out, unleashed their Spirit Robes, and began to assault the seal.
The gray-robed person had naturally anticipated that someone from the Holy Department would be able to see through his illusionary arrangement, but he was still somewhat displeased.
He raised his eyes to look at the beautiful woman with a weak aura at the very back, his gaze turning slightly cold.
“Tsk, a First-stage Spirit Master dares to come and die. Little beauty, I’ll deal with you first later.”
However, before that, he had to learn the Blood Spirit Throne.
According to his estimation, in less than ten seconds, King Pu Xiu would descend! And the foolish dogs of the Empire would be brutally slaughtered!
Thinking of this, a frenzied arc formed at the corner of his lips, and he let out an excited and strange low laugh.
