Chapter 857: Pantanal Pantanal Xiewu

Feisu Chinese.

Looking at the oil painting of this temple from the outside, the temple itself is not big, so the room in front of you should be the only room in the temple.

The interior of this old temple is still illuminated by the ghostly green light of those vines, and the Great Witch in a gorgeous dress is confronting a hook-nosed man. The life rings of both are fully revealed. The life ring behind Miss Sylvia is ten rings, and the life ring behind the man is nine rings.

Although the Great Witch has no signs of injury on the surface, and even her dress doesn't show signs of being scraped, the life ring behind her is firmly locked by the vines clinging to the wall. Dozens of vines are entangled around the life ring from all directions, and the spirit runes on the life ring are flickering with faint light.

And the hook-nosed man with blue eyes is now manipulating the temple, and the life ring behind him is rotating normally. But his condition is worse, his face is pale, his chest is heaving violently while panting, and his left arm slashed by a sharp weapon is lying aside.

Although the blasphemous elements emitted by that terrible plant statue are not as good as the real evil god statue, Xia De still dare not look directly at it. Seeing Xia De appear here, Miss Sylvia immediately opened her mouth to stop him from moving forward:

"Don't come in! This is the Pantanal Temple, a sub-space projected by the extraordinary art created by the Pantanal primitive belief. These vines will imprison all power. Now I am temporarily trapped, but this man is also locked in this space by me. Find a way to shoot flames from the outside, burn that statue, and we can get out after burning it."

"I didn't expect that I was hired to prevent the worst situation. I didn't expect that there would really be a high-ring mage here. Madam, who are you?"

The man with the hook nose also spoke in a Karsinrik accent that was difficult to identify, staring at the woman in front of him with wide eyes, unwilling:

"Who are you? Why would there be a high-ring mage around Margaret Anjou? The church provides protection for the royal family, but isn't it also forbidden for the royal family to contact non-official Ring Mages at will?"

"Who I am is not important, but you are definitely dead."

Miss Sylvia's mood was obviously not good, and she turned to look at Xia De:

"Do it quickly."

"Don't think about it, the brilliance of Pantanal shines here, flames have no effect!"

"Flames are useless?"

Xia De asked back, speaking very fast:

"Madam, Her Highness is missing, we must find her back as soon as possible. I think throwing fireballs from the outside may be useless, these vines are too flexible. I must get close to this statue to burn it."

"But these plants..."

Miss Sylvia knew that Xia De was only a four-ring, and the power of space was suppressed here, not enough to let him take a step toward the terrible plant statue on the high platform in the depths of the room.

"It doesn't matter, please rest assured."

Xia De took a deep breath. Under the gaze of the two people in the room, he stepped into the room.

The ghostly green light illuminated Xia De's face. The roar of huge whistles and bells almost broke the eardrums of the other two in an instant. The life ring shadow with four-color dazzling spirit light slowly emerged in the hot steam behind him, rotating rapidly, as if coming from the depths of the steam to behind him.

At this time, the life rings of the three people in the room were all revealed. Although they were all brass-material wheel rings, Xia De's life ring looked so different when compared.

It's just that before Miss Sylvia and the hook-nosed man could guess what was special about Xia De's life ring, the vines around shot like flying arrows, and in an instant, they entangled the life ring of the four-ring mage.

The high-temperature brass wheel ring wanted to break free from the vines that came to bind, but the speed of rotation was still slowing down gradually.

Xia De was still walking inward, and the vines also crawled toward Xia De along the floor, wanting to wrap him in it like a cocoon.

Xia De's eyes were fixed on the terrible plant statue, and the power flowing in his body boiled under the stimulation of the evil thing:

"May the original fire..."

A slender flame appeared in the palm of his right hand that had not yet been bound. According to the teachings of Sister Daifulin, Xia De squeezed his palm hard, the flame was completely crushed, and the splashing sparks attached to the skin, and the first fire-red crack appeared on the back of his hand:

"... bless me."

"What!"

In the surprised expression of the hook-nosed man, the vines completely wrapped Xia De. But the next moment, golden cracks appeared on the surface of the green "cocoon". With the explosion of flames, the burning vine fragments splashed around.

The reappearing Xia De continued to walk forward, and the chapping spread from the back of his right hand to his whole body. The fire-red embers seemed to ignite him in an instant.

The exploding flames dragged backward and then slowly subsided, and at this moment, Xia De was covered with fire-red cracks. Sparks fluttered at the hem of his clothes, and fire-red footprints were left under his raised steps.

The fire-red chapping on the body surface also extended to the life ring. The original fire directly ignited those green plants, and the life ring resumed rotation. In just a few breaths, the walls of the whole room were ignited with raging flames.

Dazzling firelight surrounded the three. The man could no longer speak. He couldn't understand what was going on, while Miss Sylvia looked at Xia De suspiciously. She had seen Sister Daifulin in the council, so she naturally knew about the original fire.

The life ring rotated at high speed, protecting Xia De from the influence of the strange statue.

In the firelight, he stepped onto the high platform step by step, facing the plant statue that seemed to be wriggling:

"In the Pantanal region, there is no god named 'Pantanal', so, what the Voodoo Society believes in is actually the evil thing sealed in the big swamp area?"

Although this power is extremely similar to a god, Xia De, who has twice turned into a god, is quite sure that the other party is definitely not a god.

He reached out to the plant statue, and without even touching it, the embers floating from his fingertips instantly ignited the whole statue.

ya~

The ear-piercing scream came from a very far place at this time. The instinctive fear of the moment almost made Xia De punch forward. In a trance, he actually saw the statue in front of him made of various plant fragments wrapping his hand, but looking closely, the burning statue clearly did not move.

He suddenly turned his head. In the void, an indescribable terrifying giant made of various plant remains stared at him from high behind his back. In the extreme fear that Xia De's heart almost jumped out of his throat, the phantom of the giant disappeared in a blink of an eye.

【Outsider, you have gained insight into "plants".】

The voice in his ear reminded him softly, everything around gradually faded in the firelight, and the plant statue gradually turned into ashes.

Xia De, who was panting heavily, probably understood that what he just saw was the so-called "Pantanal Pantanal Xiewu". Although he has no divinity to support his soul now, fortunately, the other party is not an evil god, so the impact on him is only that moment of fear.

"However..."

Xia De looked around again. When he ignited the statue just now, he clearly felt that the original fire was looking forward to burning the statue itself. In other words, the "Pantanal Pantanal Xiewu" is the firewood that Sister Daifulin is looking for to make the original fire more prosperous.

"Original fire" does not become prosperous by burning anything, only a few special existences are qualified. And obviously, the "Pantanal Pantanal Xiewu" is qualified.

As the flames burned everything around, the scenery of the corridor on the second floor of the Rothschild Manor gradually returned, and the stench and rot were also dissipating.

Looking at Miss Sylvia again, while the vines entangling the life ring disappeared, she just waved her hand, and the head of the nine-ring mage with a hook nose fell to the ground. Then she grabbed forward, and the transparent soul was grabbed by the witch who was obviously angry:

"Where is she?"

The tone was extremely severe, and that white right hand squeezed hard, and the soul shattered at least one-third. The painfully howling soul was transforming into an evil spirit, but it couldn't hurt this beautiful lady at all. The witch's free left hand pointed lightly, and with the stimulation of gray-white light to the soul, the trend of evil spiritization was forcibly stopped.

"Where is Margaret? You only have one chance, otherwise, burn forever in the 'Soul Long-lasting Lamp'."

"Roof! On the roof!"

"Truth Society, what knowledge did they use to trade with you, letting you assist in planning today's conspiracy?"

"I don't know! I don't know!"

"Hmm?"

"The possible location of the Heart of Pantanal!"

The soul said loudly, and then was thrown aside by Miss Sylvia, looking like it was about to crack completely.

Xia De drew a black crack, letting the soul fly in like escaping for his life:

"What is the Heart of Pantanal?"

"Legend has it that it is one of the terrifying evil things sealed under Pantanal, the only remaining body."

Miss Sylvia said, Xia De nodded, knowing that this matter had nothing to do with him for the time being, and didn't ask much:

"There are four floors here, we must get to the roof as soon as possible, we wasted too much time just now."

"Don't worry, they definitely dare not touch Margaret, otherwise they wouldn't have to go to such trouble. Now I will fly you up directly."

Miss Sylvia's left hand held Xia De's right hand, and her right hand wiped, and the height, weight, appearance, and clothing of the two changed immediately. The right hand then lifted the hem of the skirt, revealing the right foot wearing red high heels. The right foot kicked the corpse, and the corpse and head were kicked into the opened black space crack, disappearing completely from the material world.

Miss Sylvia pulled Xia De toward the window. The window closed by Xia De opened automatically, and the evening wind made the curtains flutter up and down.

"Do you really have the 'Soul Long-lasting Lamp'? That terrible sage-level relic?"

Xia De asked in a low voice again. The witch turned to look at him with pursed lips. On her beautiful face, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, and then she answered softly:

"Guess?" ===== CHAPTER 858 =====