Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Ouyang once painted a famous painting depicting an angel imprisoned in darkness, shackled and yearning for the light.

Now, Yang Ning has brought this painting to life.

With the Gates of Heaven gone, the fleeing Holy Flame had no choice but to return to Harun.

The next second, amidst the gasps of the knights and priests, a thick iron chain pierced through Harun's body!

The four-winged angel was dragged to the ground by the iron chains, creating a deep furrow, and was pulled all the way to Yang Ning!

The former Golden Knight, now a four-winged angel, now stood before Yang Ning, utterly disheveled!

Clang!

Another drag chain screech, and another ditch was dragged into the ground!

Long Yin also arrived.

There appeared to be only two people in front of Yang Ning, but in reality, there were more than two.

There were also two extradimensional beings summoned by their loyal followers.

Yang Ning first looked at Harun's two pairs of large feathered wings on his back. He tried to grab them a couple of times and asked, "Mr. Angel, besides flying, do your wings have any special functions?"

Chained and on the verge of death, Harun stared at Yang Ning, who was so close before him. His eyes, burning with holy flames, gleamed with a sharp light; he wanted to make a move, but—

Click!

Hong Hong, covered in blood, appeared beside Yang Ning and casually grabbed Harun's arms, causing them to hang limply.

Yang Ning exclaimed, "Becoming famous is truly impressive! They even dared to make a move against the envoy from the Heavenly Kingdom? This thing is effective against Yin."

Honghong looked at Yang Ning with a cheerful smile: "With you here, I'm not afraid!"

Among the two who were secretly observing the commotion from a corner, Han Yang scoffed and said, "With him around, how could there be anything that counters Yin?"

Ruan Kai calmly replied, "Of course not, he can overcome everything in the world."

Han Yang: "..."

"Ruanruan, what you're saying makes perfect sense..."

Ruan Kai: "Isn't that right?"

Han Yang: "Yes, yes!"

In front of Yang Ning, Harun looked pained, but the voice coming from Harun's mouth was not his own, but a neutral voice that was neither male nor female.

"Dirty, filthy! Bedbugs, holy light, punishment!"

His words were disjointed and incoherent, but Yang Ning roughly understood them.

With a slight tug on the chain, Yang Ning took out his soul-summoning copper bell and said with a smile, "It seems Mr. Angel has a bit of a prejudice against me?"

"It's okay, we'll have a long time to spend together in the future."

"But before that, you must return the body you forcibly occupied to that poor Golden Knight."

"At the same time, reserve a place for yourself in this world."

Yang Ning turned to Hong Hong and instructed, "Take Mr. Angel's wings off."

"Mmm!"

The little devil in red skipped forward, his bloodied hands grabbing the angel wings on Harlan's back—

At that moment, everyone watching closed their eyes, unable to bear to look!

Stab it!

The angel's wings are broken.

"ah!!"

A cry of pain rang out from Harun's mouth, and his androgynous voice sent chills down the spines of those around him!

At this moment, Yang Ning shook the copper bell in his hand, and Harun's cry of pain gradually turned into his own voice.

A faint white flame flew out from Harun's body, landed on Yang Ning's fingertips, and slowly shrank until it became a tiny white spark.

Next, Yang Ning looked at Long Yin.

Like Harlan, he is now being usurped.

Unlike Harun, the Heavenly Kingdom Messenger had some backbone, while the Blood Moon Demon Buddha, upon seeing Yang Ning, prostrated himself on the ground like a dog, constantly fawning.

Seeing his expression, Yang Ning frowned and said, "Although Long Yin is timid, weak, narrow-minded, and intolerant of others, he is not like you."

"Your bullshit 'demon Buddha' is an insult to him."

"Choose your own accommodation and don't waste my time."

Long Yin, who was possessed by the demon Buddha, was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and snapped off a dark index finger with a "crack". He held it in both hands and carefully offered it to Yang Ning.

Honghong stepped forward and took it from Yang Ning.

Ding-dong!

Once again, the bronze bell that summoned the soul rang, and the demonic patterns all over Long Yin's body quickly disappeared, and his black skin gradually returned to its original color.

A wisp of black smoke flew out from Long Yin's body and landed on Yang Ning's fingertips.

Finally, there was the dragon.

Standing before that enormous dragon, Yang Ning himself looked like a tiny ant.

But at this moment, this tiny ant made the dying dragon tremble.

The dragon soul, which had only recently escaped its confinement, was now barely clinging to life.

"This... is Long Yao?"

"Sorry, I killed you three times today."

Tapping on the dragon's scales, Yang Ning said to himself, "Back then, Luohan and the others borrowed a lot of chains from me. Were they used to chain you up?"

"Hmm, I can probably understand why you got so angry when you saw me."

"Tell me, Dragon, do you want to die?"

As soon as Yang Ning finished speaking, the dragon trembled violently, as if an earthquake had struck the Dragon Tomb Plain.

Yang Ning nodded and said, "Okay, then you can choose a place to stay."

The dragon opened its mouth, and a dragon tooth, about the same size as Yang Ningren, fell out.

Yang Ning pondered for a moment and said, "Let me fix it for you."

He reached out and summoned the bronze sword, then slapped it against the dragon's tooth!

Instantly, the entire enormous dragon tooth began to crumble into dust!

In the end, only a crescent-shaped tooth, about the size of a normal person's fist, remained.

Yang Ning swung the copper bell again, and this time the bell did not make a crisp sound, but rather a booming sound!

The loud, long-lasting sound of the bell echoed across the Dragon Tomb Plain, its lingering echo reaching the surrounding mountains and continuing for a long time.

It was as if they were seeing off this giant dragon.

When the bell tolled, a fierce wind swept across the Dragon Tomb Plain, and the dragon soul flew out from the giant dragon's corpse, turning into a wisp of smoke that landed between Yang Ning's fingers.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this trip has been quite fruitful..."

"The only downside is that it's a bit dangerous; there's always someone trying to kill me."

After glancing at his destiny book, Yang Ning looked up at the mountain peak to the side and laughed, "Alright, my little darlings, let's continue to have fun."

"Our destiny still has many more possibilities."

The next second, hordes of vengeful spirits surged toward the Death Scythe Action Group's defensive line once more!

Unlike before, this time, the Death Scythe members had lost all fighting spirit.

They witnessed Yang Ning's actions firsthand, saw angels fall, demons and Buddhas kneel, and dragons grovel...

Faced with such people, all they can do is regret.

After all, someone had told them that this trip was very dangerous.

A mournful wail echoed from the mountain peak.

The vengeful spirits mercilessly reaped the lives of the Death Scythe members.

Whether they were knights and priests of the Papacy, berserkers of the North, or mysterious druids and necromancers, they all became food for the vengeful spirits.

As the night wind blew, the Book of Fate flipped through the pages, and Yang Ning saw the colorful little figures on it disappearing one after another in a flash.

Finally, a sudden silence fell over the hilltop.

There is still one person alive in the Death Scythe Operations Team.

But the vengeful spirits stopped.

Because the connection is gone.

Yang Ning's destiny book is completely empty; all the figures are now gray.

Yang Ning looked up at the top of the mountain.

The one who survived was the leader of the Frankish Punishers, the black woman named Tinis.

Yang Ning laughed and said, "So, our fate has run its course?"

Tinis knelt on the ground, looking at the corpses all around him with extreme fear, his fat body trembling, unable to speak.

Yang Ning waved his hand, saying with some regret, "Alright, since our fate has run its course, let it be. Congratulations, Miss Tinis, you can live—"

As they were talking, suddenly, a small gray figure on the Book of Fate, under Yang Ning's gaze, gradually turned into color.

The Ningsen Foundation, established by Li Shaoyong with all his wealth for Yang Ning, will continue to provide charitable assistance.

And as luck would have it, this provided a favorable opportunity.

The next second, Yang Ning smiled and said, "Sorry, Miss Tinis, it seems we're destined to meet!"

On the mountaintop, vengeful spirits surged.

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