Surrounded by this extremely dense death energy, the gentle smile on Xiao Qingqing's face finally disappeared, replaced by a kind of pain of struggle. Looking at Ye Dong, who was unconscious and had become a mortal,
There was finally a hint of kindness in the eyes of an elder looking at a younger generation: "There is one last thing left to do, little junior brother! When you wake up, I will wait for you to kill me!"
After the words fell, Xiao Qingqing quickly pinched his hands and muttered words: "In the name of my God of Death, I command the world's death energy, gather the seal of the God of Death, and seal it!"
"call!"
A gust of wind suddenly rose, and the death energy that had been constantly surging suddenly seemed to boil, rushing crazily between Xiao Wuqing's hands, condensing into millions of infinite skull marks, with a powerful
The powerful force that made even the gods tremble, finally merged into one, turned into a skull mark, and rushed into Ye Dong's soul.
Deep in Ye Dong's soul, a drop of blood was suddenly tightly wrapped by the skull mark, and an angry roar came from the blood drop: "You can't seal me!"
But this voice was instantly suppressed by the skull mark and turned into a faint black light, sinking into the depths of Ye Dong's soul.
Xiao Wuqing's hands were trembling, and his fingers were stained with blood. However, he waved his hand again, and another figure appeared in front of him.
This is a young man. Although his eyes are closed, his face is cold. His appearance is 70% similar to Xiao Wuqing's. He is Xiao Wuqing's son, Xiao Wuyi!
Xiao Wuyi suddenly opened his eyes, looked at his father in front of him, and a look of confusion flashed across his eyes: "Dad, where is this place? Why am I here? Am I not in the Conferred God Battle?"
After asking the question, Xiao Wuyi found that his father was looking at him with a look full of love that he had never seen before, but deep in this look, there was also a deep sense of guilt.
This shocked Xiao Wuyi's heart. Ever since he became sensible, his father had always smiled, but he knew that there was no trace of family affection in that smile.
But things are different now. This smile makes me feel warm and affectionate. This is the person who should be my father.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Xiao Wuqing suddenly stretched out his hand, gently placed it on Xiao Wuyi's head, and said with a smile: "Yi'er, daddy is sorry for you! Daddy owes you and your mother, I can only pay it back in the next life!"
"father……"
Xiao Wuyi's body shook heavily, and he was about to say something, but a terrifying force instantly rushed from his father's hand into his body.
Xiao Qingqing looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, with tears rolling down his face: "Yi'er, I have wronged you, but don't worry, dad has left you a glimmer of hope. You still have the possibility of resurrection. I hope that my junior brother can revive you!"
Amidst the wild laughter, Xiao Qingqing suddenly let out a loud roar, and power surged in.
With shock and panic on his face, as well as a trace of confusion, Xiao Wuyi is dead!
After doing all this, Xiao Wuqing's expression instantly calmed down, and his fingers continued to quickly pinch various techniques.
"The hand of death cuts the soul!"
Two illusory hand bones appeared in the air, and suddenly rushed towards the depths of Ye Dong and Xiao Wuyi's souls.
With two "chi" sounds, Xiao Wuyi and Ye Dong's souls were torn off at the same time.
Looking at these two souls, Xiao Wuyi took a deep breath, the light in his eyes surged, and shouted: "Soul exchange! Melt!"
The two illusory hand bones, grabbing a trace of the souls of Ye Dong and Xiao Wuyi, actually changed their positions and penetrated into the souls of Ye Dong and Xiao Wuyi again.
Suddenly, under the air of death, Ye Dong's soul merged into most of Xiao Wuyi's soul, and Xiao Wuyi's soul merged into most of Ye Dong's soul.
"Yi'er, this remnant of your soul is your only chance of survival!"
After the words fell, Xiao Wuwu gritted his teeth and slapped his son's body with a sudden slap. Suddenly, Xiao Wuyi's body turned into a puddle of dust, leaving only a head. What's strange is that at this moment, the head of this head
The face is changing rapidly.
Gradually, Xiao Wuyi's face turned into Ye Dong's face.
Xiao Qingqing did not look at the head again, but once again controlled an illusory hand bone to live towards Ye Dong's soul.
With a "hoo" sound, the hand bones pulled out ten rivers of blood from the depths of Ye Dong's soul!
"boom!"
With a squeeze, ten rivers of blood condensed into a drop of blood under a force that seemed to be able to crush the heaven and earth.
"Death energy, enter!"
Xiao Qingqing shouted again, and the still strong death aura and countless miserable skulls around him suddenly poured into this drop of blood.
Gradually, the blood glowed above this drop of blood, and a suffocating bloody air filled the air.
However, the death energy surrounding Xiao Qingwu and Ye Dong became less and less, until it completely disappeared and was all integrated into the blood.
And this blood also burst out with an astonishing blood light, and the rich bloody aura, it was very similar to - blood prison!
Xiao Qingqing suddenly raised his foot and kicked the still unconscious Ye Dong hard: "Junior brother, I'm waiting for you to kill me!"
Xiao Qingqing's kick was extremely powerful. He kicked Ye Dong's body, and he saw Ye Dong's body suddenly turn into a ray of light, speeding towards the distance, and hit the heavenly world and the mortals hard.
The layer of spider web composed of Tao at the intersection of worlds.
"boom!"
Ye Dong has now lost all his cultivation and has changed from a celestial being to a mortal. Naturally, the power of the law is no longer useful to him. He easily passed through this layer of spider web and fell directly downwards.
There are thousands of worlds in the mortal world, but beyond the thousands of worlds is the endless void. If there is no obstruction, Ye Dong's body will remain falling in this void forever until death!
However, at this moment, in the world called the Fallen Leaf Realm that Ye Dong was quite afraid of, in the valley wrapped in layers of fog, he suddenly remembered an old voice: "The Art of Forgetting!"
As these four words were uttered, a blur of light suddenly lit up in the center of Ye Dong's eyebrows, which was falling continuously. This light seemed to be shrouded in fog, making it difficult to see clearly.
However, if Ye Dong was awake at this moment, then he would find that this ray of light is filled with countless Dao patterns, and these Dao patterns are all the Dao patterns that constitute the art of forgetting.
The light lit up and turned into a cocoon of light, wrapping Ye Dong's body and suddenly disappearing without a trace.