“Brother Xiaofan, continue to wrap it with thousands of threads.”
“Hold them hard!”
Duanmu Wan’er’s voice came out at the right time.
After Ye Fan heard the words, he immediately agreed: “Okay!”
Not daring to hesitate any more, Ye Fan mobilized almost all his energy and began to frantically condense the Thousand Silk Qi Net.
“A hundred turns turn into thoughts, a thousand threads control the soul!”
“Thousands of silk winding, now! Now! Now!”
Ye Fan shouted in a low voice, and the majestic energy was released without reservation.
At the same time, the countless energy condensed into threads in the air and weaved into a web.
For a moment, a thousand air nets once again covered the two black and white stone figures.
One way, two ways…
One floor, two floors…
In the end, the two puppets were almost mummified by Ye Fan.
In the end, under those layers of restraints, the two puppets could no longer struggle.
No matter how strong they are, they can’t break away from the entanglement of thousands of threads.
“It’s finally done.”
Saw the two puppets falling to the ground.
Ye Fan suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief.
Standing there, breathing heavily.
It is indeed a treasure of the Immortal Palace, but these two puppets who are guarding the gate are so difficult to deal with.