Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 5237: The Secret Technique of Moving Soul (12)

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The golden light around the people of the fantasy race surging towards the stone cave in an instant.

The brilliant golden streamer and the black and thick mysterious air are entangled with each other.

Like two giant dragons, one golden and one black, biting each other!

With the collision of the two forces.

In the tunnel, there is more and more shaking.

It seems to collapse at any time.

Ye Qingluo was stepping on Qing Ge's chest, and was shocked by the shock of the force and looked over there.

That is the dazed effort.

Qing Ge suddenly stood up and rolled on the ground from Ye Qing Luo's feet, instantly avoiding Ye Qing Luo's restraint.

The figure moved quickly, heading towards the cave, and headed straight for it!

Ye Qingluo reacted quickly and looked up, just to see Qing Pigeon's hideous and terrifying face, covered with extremely cold murderous aura!

Cleaning pigeon is thinking...

The power that killed all the fantasy people and prevented them from gathering? !

Is this pigeon really insane?

Kill all his people.

She is a fantasy princess, what is the meaning of her existence?

Who would treat her as a princess?

It's just her, the so-called phantom race, how can they revive the phantom race? !

Looking at Qing Ge's eyes full of mysterious yin.

Ye Qingluo is almost certain.

This pigeon... is now completely complete, and has become a glorious chess piece.

It's ridiculous.

Qing Ge’s plan from the beginning was to use the fantasy illusion to control and threaten Huang Wuyou, so that Huang Wuyou could be used by the fantasy.

Now...

Everything is reversed.

The one who was controlled by the use became her.

The player who played chess became Huang Wuyou.

This is at your own risk.

This is the consequence of greed.

In the end, I became myself...I feel strange to myself.

Ye Qing fell into her narrow and charming eyes, squinting slightly, the expression on her face was solemn.

People from the fantasy race have now reached the same front with her.

It is naturally impossible for her to let the pigeons disturb everyone in the fantasy race to break the formation!

Although Ye Qingluo's alarm clock is full of thoughts, in fact, it is just a few breaths of effort.

Qingge's response was quick.

The speed of Ye Qing's fall is not slow.

When Qing Ge raises his hand, trying to release the mysterious palm wind to the fantasy tribe.

The flame-devouring fan in her hand slammed over.

The flame-devouring fan with blazing flames turned into a blazing gyro, swiftly spinning towards the palm of the pigeon.

Wherever the Flame Devouring Fan went, a strong wave of profound energy swept away, like ripples in the air.

Qing Ge’s offensive was blocked.

She paused, and looked at the flame-devouring fan with both eyes fiercely.

The flame-devouring fan that had cut off the Qing Ge offensive, whirled quickly, and returned to Ye Qingluo's palm.

Clean Dove's eyes are bitter and violent.

She didn't hide her move.

Naturally, it attracts the attention of the fantasy people who are breaking the formation.

I didn't miss it either, and Qing Pigeon was a killer to their pain.

At this moment, everyone in the Illusory Race is truly...heartbroken.

Their fantasy princess...Qingge, is no longer their princess...

How ironic?

They admired and respected the princess who was the Lord, and wanted to kill her.

Feng Qingge, who they obeyed Qingge's order and wanted to kill, saved their lives time and time again.

Looking at the girl with pink ink hair and bright and charming face, her face was calm and calm, she stood in front of them, blocking all the offensive scene of Qing Ge.

Everyone in the fantasy race suddenly understood...

Their young master, why would he be obsessed with Fengqingge alone, and love it without regrets.