Chapter 489 Control
He Qinghuan's expression suddenly changed, and she found that she couldn't move!
The consciousness is completely awake, but the body cannot move at all, and even the spiritual power cannot be mobilized.
There seemed to be a magical force controlling her body.
what happened!
Is it a mistake?
No, the combination of yin and yang obviously has no effect on women!
Not only He Qinghuan, but also He Qingle next to him, his body was frozen on the spot, unable to speak, and his eyes were spinning wildly.
Duan Qing, who was collapsed on the ground, caught sight of this scene from the corner of his eye and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, I caught up!
Glancing at the Huanyi Butterfly curled up in his palm, Duan Qing was filled with joy.
It is indeed the seventeenth thing on the Zerg list, it is indeed magical.
Thanks to his foresight, he hatched this little thing in Shangshui City, otherwise he might have died here today!
The moment he fell to the ground, he opened the spirit beast ring and used his last strength to hide the fantasy butterfly in his palm.
The Fantasy Butterfly can control the body and even the mind of living beings. Although he has never tried it before, he does not know how to control the Fantasy Butterfly.
But now there was no other way, he could only take the risk and give it a try.
Fortunately, relying on the mental connection with Huanyi Die, Huanyi Die seemed to understand his intention instinctively, and controlled the two of them with its magical control.
But what Duan Qing is not sure about is how long Huanyi Die can control the two of them.
Therefore, he must resume action as soon as possible before the control of the Fantasy Butterfly fails.
Sister He Qinghuan's face was full of anxiety, but no matter how hard they struggled, they could not move at all. They could only watch Duan Qing helplessly, but could not kill him.
Fortunately, there were no Inferi around at this time, otherwise a random bronze or even iron corpse would be enough to kill all three of them.
The tea time passed quickly, and still none of the three people resumed action.
However, at this time, Qing felt that the weakness in his body was quickly fading away, and his strength seemed to be gradually returning to his body.
He tried moving his fingers.
Um! There's drama!
Duan Qing was ecstatic.
Soon, he gained strength in his limbs. He immediately placed the Fantasy Butterfly on the ground and tried to stand up. He wanted to deal with these two vicious women first.
But after trying for a while, I really couldn't stand up.
Helpless, Duan Qing had no choice but to continue waiting.
Sister He Qinghuan looked extremely frightened at this moment.
Why is this kid able to get back into action so quickly!
Even the old ghosts in the late stage of the spiritual sea realm would fall prey to their yin and yang. If one of them is in the early stage of the state of mind, it stands to reason that they will be paralyzed for at least half a day.
Before this, their sisters had asked many monks about their state of mind by mistake, but none of them could resume action so quickly.
He Qinghuan's face was full of anxiety, his eyes were moving around, thinking about ways to break the situation.
Suddenly, her eyes fell on the fantasy butterfly at Duan Qing's feet.
Fantasy butterfly!
He Qinghuan suddenly realized that no wonder her sisters were unable to move. It turned out that they were controlled by this thing!
With just one glance, He Qinghuan figured out what the Fantasy Butterfly was. After all, the List of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures was widely circulated in Middle-earth. She had some understanding of the various heavenly materials, earthly treasures, and alien beasts and insects in it.
What a treasure this kid has!
Upon discovering the Fantasy Butterfly, He Qinghuan's eyes showed a strong look of greed.
The Fantasy Butterfly has been extinct in Middle-earth for many years. Although it ranks only seventeen, its value is inestimable because of its strange methods and its ability to easily control the minds and thoughts of living beings.
Rumor has it that a powerful person in Middle-earth has been seeking to purchase this item at a sky-high price, but has never been able to do so.
If you can snatch the Fantasy Butterfly, then what does the old ghost's net worth mean?
Thinking of this, He Qinghuan, driven by greed, began to fight against the control of Fantasy Butterfly.
Duan Qing glanced at the Huanyi Butterfly at his feet and seemed to be aware of it.
Huanyi Die sent him an overwhelming emotion.
Oops!
It seems that Fantasy Butterfly can't hold on any longer.
Duan Qing looked solemn and worried.
Feeling that some strength had returned to his body, he pushed on again and tried to stand up from the ground.
After some hard work, he was able to stand up this time.
Duan Qing held the Red Spirit Sword in his hand, steadied his body, and looked at Sister He Qinghuan coldly.
Huh, I won after all!
Just when Duan Qing was about to gather his strength to deal with the He Qinghuan sisters, he suddenly heard a movement not far behind the two of them, and a figure slowly walked towards the three of them.
Due to the black fog, it was impossible to see the appearance of the person coming.
Duan Qing frowned slightly. When he first came in, there was no one else in Qianyin Hall. This person came out of nowhere.
The two sisters He Qinghuan also heard the footsteps, and they were also very puzzled in their hearts as to who would come to Qianyin Palace at this time.
But then, the two of them seemed to realize something together, the look of fear in their eyes reached the extreme, and cold sweat continued to drip from their foreheads.
After a while, the visitor walked closer, and Duan Qing finally saw his appearance clearly.
I saw a middle-aged man with disheveled hair, extremely ugly appearance, dark skin, protruding fangs, and a dull silver light in his eyes. He slowly walked towards the three of them, as if he was still not used to the current situation.
Duan Qing was shocked.
It turned out to be an infernal corpse, and judging from its silver eyes, it was still a silver corpse.
Duan Qing vaguely guessed something when he saw the new clothes of the silver corpse in front of him, which looked like he had just died.
This silver corpse must have been transformed into the old ghost mentioned by the two sisters He Qinghuan. The two of them came to the Qianyin Palace for this person rather than the silver corpse.
He could clearly hear He Qingle's words scolding this silver corpse before.
It turned out to be a newly transformed silver corpse. No wonder it was not discovered when entering the Qianyin Palace.
Duan Qing guessed correctly. This silver corpse-level Yin corpse was transformed by the old ghost that He Qinghuan and her sister hated.
He Qinghuan and He Qingle almost collapsed when they heard the sound of the old ghost approaching.
They had been humiliated by the old ghost for many years. Even if they died, they would not die at the hands of the old ghost who turned into a silver corpse.
This was definitely a great insult to the two of them.
He Qinghuan's veins bulged all over her body, and she violently resisted the control of the illusion butterfly.
Finally, under her strong resistance, the control on her body suddenly weakened by more than half, and she regained control of her body.
As soon as He Qinghuan resumed her action, she did not hesitate to sacrifice a willow leaf flying knife and shot it at the illusion butterfly on the ground.
She knew very well that if she did not kill the illusion butterfly and completely get rid of its control, she and her sister He Qingle would definitely die at the hands of the old ghost who turned into a silver corpse today.
Under the shadow of death, she could not care about the idea of the illusion butterfly!
Duan Qing was shocked when he saw this. He wanted to stop the willow leaf flying knife, but at this time, his strength had not recovered by more than 20%. He was a little shaky when he walked. He was powerless and could only watch the fantasy butterfly being hit by the flying knife, making a sharp hissing sound.
Stimulated by the hissing sound of the fantasy butterfly, the instinct of the silver corpse old ghost was aroused. It seemed that it had finally adapted to the current state. Like a hungry wolf, it pounced on He Qingle who was closest to it.
He Qingle had just broken free from the control of the fantasy butterfly when he was caught by the old ghost and bit on his white jade neck.