I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 428. Miss Evil Dragon's True Love Costume

Di Si stared at the believer's physical body, and the dragon tail behind her star-patterned skirt swayed unconsciously from side to side.

Something came to her mind.

Regarding the soul, there exists a law called "self-manifestation"—the image of the soul originates from self-perception. That is, when you believe you look like this, then your soul looks like this; this is the self-manifestation of the soul's image.

If it is a life form such as an infant or even a fetus that is not yet able to form self-awareness, its soul is often just a ball of light.

Therefore, many people in this world have souls and physical appearances that are actually different. For example, a mental patient who believes he is a pig and thinks he looks like a pig in the mirror may actually be a pig.
As for the believer, Di Si's vertical pupils swept over Xia Feng's body.

Believers can be somewhat narcissistic.
In his soul state, he grew one centimeter in every aspect.

"Lord Dragon God, what are you looking at?" Xia Feng sensed that Miss Evil Dragon's gaze was not very friendly.

Di Si pursed her lips and shook her head: "It's nothing. I just noticed that your physical body is a little shorter than your soul."

Xia Feng's eyes twitched slightly as he looked at the tall woman who was 1.9 meters tall. He made up his mind that he would have to teach Miss Mu how to make a magical robe that could extend in the future!
"Master, Miss Evil Dragon means that you lack self-awareness, and she is mocking you." A single ahoge (cowlick) on Yue Hongli's head gleamed with wisdom as she spoke calmly, analyzing the other party's subtext for her master.

"!" Xia Feng slapped her head. "Shut up."

"Miss Evil Dragon?" Di Si frowned slightly, her cold, vertical pupils narrowing as she stared at the believer in front of her.

She couldn't be bothered to argue with the woman in the red dress for her disrespectful tone, but for a servant to address her so naturally as 'Miss Evil Dragon' clearly meant that the believers likely addressed her the same way on a daily basis!
Xia Feng felt a chill run down his spine. Beside him, Yue Hongli tilted its head, its intelligent ahoge (cowlick) twitched, and its red lips parted slightly as if it wanted to say something more terrifying.

"You idiot, come back here." With her master's cold command, she transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the back of her master's hand, whereupon she was silenced.

"My believer, it seems you are even more disrespectful and devout than I imagined!"

Seeing the serious look on the woman in the star-patterned dress, Xia Feng secretly rolled his eyes.

Miss Evil Dragon, I've kissed your lips so much you're practically scabbed off, and only now do you realize how disrespectful I've been!

However, Xia Feng knew that Miss Evil Dragon was good at putting on an act, and that she could be quite frightening when angry, so he took the initiative to apologize, while smiling and pointing outside:

"Lord Dragon God, I am guilty, but if you want to bully your faithful followers, you should wait until no one is around."

"..." Di Si pulled her swaying tail back under her skirt, pursed her lips and remained silent. Who, who said they were going to bully you!

Bad believers.

She tilted her head, her eyes looking outwards.

Through the surface of the sculpture, one can see a vast expanse of the Nightmare Clan, who are prostrate on the ground, now raising their heads in unison, their eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Xia Feng noticed the changes in the expressions and conversations of the group of people outside when he came out.

Clearly, the terrifying aura leaked when the Dragon God's avatar broke free of its seal was so powerful that even the Demon Statue's blockade couldn't stop it, causing these foolish Nightmare Clan members to misunderstand something.

They thought it was the resurrection of the evil demon.
At the same time, Yue Hongli also told him the important information from the conversation between the Holy King Puxiu and the Spider Man.

The spider-man's goal was actually the A-grade spirit paper, Blood Spirit Throne.

Xia Feng never expected that even though he had come to the Nightmare Realm, he would still be able to help Miss Mu.

Miss Mu's true form is currently acting alongside the Holy Department in the Blood Sea Calamity Realm, attempting to steal the A-grade Spirit Paper.

However, if the projection of the Holy King Puxiu were to descend upon the past, he might not only fail to learn the A-level spirit armor, but also face a life-or-death crisis.

The so-called projection, also known as divine projection, is a type of divine thought clone. Compared to ordinary divine thought clones, projections can retain more of the original body's strength.

Since the Holy King Puxiu has not yet ascended to the divine level, he needs to rely on external forces, such as this Evil Demon Statue, to use projection. The crowd outside craned their necks and waited for a long time, but found that the Evil Demon Statue did not react anymore, and they couldn't help but wonder if it was their imagination.

But it's not right for so many people to have the same illusion.

The Holy King Puxiu narrowed his seven blood-red eyes and slowly stepped forward. The blood-red eye at the very center of his face rotated clockwise, and the runes on the surface of the Evil Demon Statue began to rotate accordingly.

Whether or not the evil spirits have revived, it's enough to go inside and take a look.

In any case, if you want to project your image to the Blood Sea Calamity, you need to enter the Demon Statue first.

A moment later, a dark barrier door opened, and after a moment's hesitation, he stepped inside.

Let me see who is playing tricks.

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Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

A blood-soaked, calamous land, a cliffside island.

The so-called Cliff Island is an island composed of thousands of towering cliffs deeply embedded in the sea of ​​blood, like countless toothpicks stuck in a bowl full of blood.

Mu Qingtong and more than twenty members of the Holy Department stood scattered on the high pillars and cliffs, their white robes bearing the Holy Department's symbol fluttering in the air.

Before the crowd, amidst the dim sky and thunder and lightning, was a massive crimson vortex, within which sat a gray-robed figure suspended in mid-air.

Countless tadpole-like golden patterns swirled around the gray-robed man, flowing densely like a sky full of stars, rising and falling amidst raging thunder and swirling vortexes.

These golden patterns are the outward manifestation of the spiritual structure of the Grade A Spirit Paper - Blood Spirit Throne.

In an inconspicuous corner of the Holy Tribe's ranks not far away, Mu Qingtong narrowed her beautiful eyes and scanned the area.

Unfortunately, the gray-robed man had been studying here for several years and was about to succeed in his cultivation. He had already collected many of the spiritual particle structures he had learned into his spiritual paper, and not many were visible on the outside.

The gray-robed man looked strange; his eyes lacked flesh, leaving only pale, white cheekbones, and his teeth were sharp and pointed like a shark's.
"You lackeys of the Empire, I suggest you run for your lives!"

He casually glanced at the Holy Tribe members who were preparing to launch a strong attack on the vortex barrier, a strange smile playing on his lips, his tone odd:

"Otherwise, when the evil god descends later, you fools won't be able to escape even if you want to."

The members of the Holy Department ignored him. The captain of the seventh squad looked at Mu Qingtong and asked in a deep voice, "Secretary Mu, have you seen anything?"

Mu Qingtong looked up at the thunder rumbling in the sky. These thunderbolts were all illusions. Her beautiful eyes flashed with a strange golden light, her gaze calm. "It's a projection array. It's waiting for the arrival of some being. Since it needs to rely on a 'projection array,' it means that this being is not a god."

Upon hearing this, the three captains at the True Martial Realm exchanged glances and decided to go all out, waving their hands to signal, "Go!"

The members of the Holy Division became solemn, dispersed, and began to break through the seal by unfolding their spiritual robes.

The gray-robed man had naturally anticipated that someone in the Holy Tribe would be able to see through the illusion he had set up, but he was still somewhat annoyed.

He glanced at the beautiful woman at the very back, her breath faint, his gaze slightly cold.

"Tsk, a first-level spirit master dares to come and die. Little beauty, I'll start with you later."

However, before that, you must first learn the Blood Spirit Throne.

According to his calculations, the Holy King Puxiu would arrive in less than ten seconds and slaughter these foolish imperial lackeys to death!

Thinking of this, a maniacal smile spread across his lips, and he let out an excited yet strange low laugh.

(End of this chapter)