Van Gogh, as the leader of the three hells and the ninth small step of the Ancestral God, was sent to capture Lu Qingfeng by Emperor Gu Yue. He thought that capturing a young monk from the intermediate universe alive would be an easy job, but he didn't expect to meet him.
There's big trouble.
He never expected that the opponent was not only very difficult to deal with, but also very powerful. Dacheng's Chaos Body was simply not something he could defeat.
After his divine body was destroyed by Lu Qingfeng again, he said a few words and turned around to escape in the direction of Guyue Imperial Palace.
After pestering him for so long, how could Lu Qingfeng let him leave as he wished? The Big Dipper Sword disappeared, and the Divine Fire Snake Spear was instantly in his hand.
"Master, Commander of the Three Prisons, it's too rude to just leave like this. I have to leave some impression on you no matter what."
As he spoke, the divine power within his body surged out, instantly pouring into the snake spear gun. The body of the gun was enveloped in a layer of dark divine light in the blink of an eye.
"God's Fire Burns God"
With a soft drink from his mouth, a fist-sized ball of divine fire shot out from the tip of the snake spear and shot directly towards Van Gogh who was running away with his back turned.
puff!
The ball of light shot in from the back of the heart, and Van Gogh's divine body immediately burst into flames. The dark divine fire was terrifying and frightening. In the blink of an eye, his divine body was burned to ashes.
"This is... this is divine fire, and it is the purest divine fire."
The moment the divine fire light ball shot into his body, Van Gogh quickly mobilized the divine power in his body to try to extinguish the divine fire that burned his body.
Before he could mobilize his divine power, the divine body had been burned into a ball of fly ash, which was integrated into the soul of every flesh and blood cell. Most of them did not have time to escape, and the remaining souls quickly escaped.
The reason why Lu Qingfeng was able to use the Mystic Attack Technique was because Van Gogh's soul power was not very high and was at the same level as his cultivation level, which was one level lower than Lu Qingfeng who had just broken through the soul power.
Less than half of Van Gogh's soul escaped. It is estimated that even in a place like the Emperor's Divine Realm, it is impossible to recover to its peak in a short time.
Without the support of the soul power of the ninth small step of the Ancestral God, Van Gogh's cultivation level will definitely decline. He thought it was a good job, but he didn't expect to suffer a big loss.
The remaining half of Van Gogh's soul turned into a ray of soul light, flying at high speed in the direction of the Guyue Emperor's Palace, disappearing in the blink of an eye like a meteor.
"Today, I, Van Gogh, suffered a great misfortune. I fell into the hands of a kid from the intermediate universe. When did the intermediate universe have such a perverted guy?"
While Van Gogh was flying at high speed, he was still recalling everything that had just happened in the depths of his soul. He had already made up his mind that after recovering, he would read the almanac every time before coming out.
Seeing the remnant soul of Van Gogh escaping, Lu Qingfeng did not chase him, because he knew that if the other party just ran away, he would not be able to catch up with him.
He turned around and flew towards the place where the flying boat stayed. With a thought, he immediately appeared on his seat and said to Xing'er: "Xing'er, hurry up and go back to the Meteor Star."
When it came to returning to the Meteor Star, Xing'er immediately became energetic because Lu Qingfeng had promised him that once he returned to the Meteor Star, he would immediately remove her soul mark.
Xing'er stood opposite Lu Qingfeng, her hands hanging down, rubbing the corners of her clothes constantly, as if she wanted to say something to him, but was embarrassed to say it.
"Xing'er, I think you seem to have something on your mind. Tell me. If I can help you, I won't refuse."
"Master...Master, do you still remember the promise you made to Xing'er? When you return to the Meteor Star, you will remove the soul imprint of Xing'er."
"Haha" Lu Qingfeng said with a smile: "I remember this! Because I was delayed for decades by going to the third prison, otherwise I would have been released for you long ago."
Lu Qingfeng pondered for a moment and then said: "I think this is good. You don't have to wait to return to the Meteorite to remove it. I will remove it for you now."
Upon hearing this, Xing'er immediately smiled excitedly and said, "Xing'er thanks my master. Don't worry, master, even if you remove the soul mark for me, Xing'er will not betray my master."
Lu Qingfeng smiled faintly, suddenly stretched out his palm, and gently pressed it on the top of Xing'er's head. As his palm was slowly raised, a milky white soul power was sucked out from the top of Xing'er's head.
The moment the soul imprint was lifted, a look of surprise appeared on Xing'er's face, and she knelt down with a thud.
"Xing'er, don't be like this. I, Lu Qingfeng, and all the spirit treasure spirits are my friends. In my eyes, you are not spirit treasure spirits, you are all real people. Get up! Control the flying boat with all your strength,
Hurry up and leave the Heavenly Emperor’s Domain.”
Since the soul mark has been lifted for Xing'er, the soul mark of the Tianyu Divine House is also lifted. The Divine House naturally needs to express its gratitude.
The interstellar spacecraft flew away at high speed in the direction of the Meteor Star, but Van Gogh quickly fled towards the Guyue Imperial Palace. Seeing that he was not far from the imperial palace, at this time, a person flew quickly from the opposite side of his soul body.
This man was Fan Dixiong who came to help Van Gogh outside the Third Prison on the orders of Emperor Gu Yue. One person and one soul soon met in the air.
"Isn't this Commander Van Gogh? Why is there only half of your soul left? Didn't you go to the third prison? Were you beaten by those from the intermediate universe?"
Fan Dixiong was also very surprised when he first saw Van Gogh's remnant soul. He didn't believe that people in the intermediate universe could have such great energy, and his question was just a test.
Van Gogh was only trying to escape and did not see Fan Dixiong who suddenly appeared in front of him. The other person suddenly spoke and startled him.
When he calmed down and saw that it was Fan Dixiong, he felt relieved. His remnant soul twisted violently and immediately started transmitting messages to Fan Dixiong.
"It turns out to be General Fan. I went to arrest those outsiders on the emperor's order. I didn't expect those people to be very powerful and even hurt me like this."
Fan Dixiong said in surprise: "Commander Van Gogh, your current condition is very bad. Go back and report back to the emperor as soon as possible! Leave those people to me."
Van Gogh's soul was still twisting, and he was obviously extremely aggrieved. The face of his soul body was ferocious. It seemed that this guy hated Lu Qingfeng.
"General Fan, if you want to catch those outsiders, you must hurry up. If it's too late, they will escape from the Heavenly Emperor's domain."
After hearing what Van Gogh said, Fan Dixiong smiled lightly and said: "Don't worry, I am also the king of heaven after all. It is not difficult to catch a few outside monks."
Van Gogh was still a little worried and warned again: "General Fan, that man named Lu is very difficult to mess with. Although he is only on the third level of the Ancestral God, his soul power is on the first level of the Heavenly King."
Fan Dixiong smiled and said: "Listening to what you said, I am becoming more and more interested in this person. Don't worry, they can't escape."
Van Gogh did not dare to stay here for a long time. He only had half of his soul left. Even if he met an ordinary ancestor god, he could kill him.
After bidding farewell to Fan Dixiong, Van Gogh's soul quickly flew to the Guyue Emperor's Palace. Although his condition was very bad, returning to the Guyue Emperor was the most important thing.
The soul body turned into a ray of soul light and flew towards Guyue Imperial Palace like lightning. Soon it arrived outside the imperial palace and was immediately discovered by the messenger.
"Herald officer, I have something important to report to the emperor. I'd like to trouble you to report it to you."
After Van Gogh finished speaking to the messenger, his soul kept swinging in the air, with an uneasy expression on his face. He knew very well that even if he became like this and failed to complete his mission, he would still be punished.
"Van Gogh, the leader of the three prisons, meets with me"
The recital of the messenger echoed throughout the Gu Yue Imperial Palace. After hearing this, Guyue looked gloomy and said to the messenger beside her: "Call Van Gogh to enter the palace."
"The emperor has a decree to send Van Gogh to the palace."
Hearing the recitation of the messenger, Van Gogh's soul body hurriedly floated into the hall, knelt down before His Highness, and was trembling continuously under the pressure of Emperor Gu Yue.
Seeing Van Gogh's appearance, he knew without asking that he must have suffered a big loss at the hands of the other person. The moment he saw the other person, Gu Yue's face suddenly darkened.
"Van Gogh, let a young cultivator from the Intermediate Universe be injured like this, and you still have the nerve to come back? You have completely embarrassed my Lone Moon Star Territory, why don't you die outside?"
The soul of a strong man at the level of an ancestral god is the same as a real body, and his combat power is also very powerful. If Van Gogh's soul remains intact, even an ordinary ancestral god will not be his opponent.
The current soul body of Van Gogh is still the same as the real divine body, but because half of it is left, the soul body is much smaller, but the face still maintains the appearance of a middle-aged man, looking like a dwarf.
After listening to Emperor Gu Yue's words, Van Gogh was frightened. Little ancestors like him were everywhere in the Gu Yue Star Territory. Emperor Gu Yue would not show mercy at all if he killed him.
The soul body could not speak, so he had to send a message to Emperor Gu Yue: "Emperor, the man named Lu is very difficult to deal with. Even though his cultivation level is only the third level of the ancestor god, his subordinates are no match for him."
"snort"
Emperor Gu Yue snorted coldly: "You are the pinnacle of the ninth small step of the Ancestral God, and you were injured like this by a monk on the third small step of the Ancestral God. Do you have the nerve to say it? I will beat you to death now."
Emperor Gu Yue stood up and raised his hand to slap Van Gogh to death. It seemed that he was really angry. He was so frightened that Van Gogh's soul shrank into a ball.
"Emperor, please wait"
Seeing that Emperor Gu Yue's slap was about to be slapped down, Fan Di just hurriedly stepped forward, stood in the middle of the hall, and bowed to Emperor Gu Yue.
"Emperor, wait a minute, my second brother has already gone to the third prison. When the time comes, he will definitely fight with the other party. If the actual situation is as Van Gogh said, please forgive Commander Van Gogh."
Fan Digang's cultivation is second only to Emperor Gu Yue, and he is only one step away from reaching the level of Heavenly Emperor. He is highly respected in Gu Yue Star Territory, and Emperor Gu Yue also wants to buy his favor.
Fan Digang had already begged Gu Yue for mercy, and everyone else also stepped forward to plead for Van Gogh. Gu Yue's cold face slowly softened.
"Van Gogh, for the sake of the generals interceding for you, I will spare your life for the time being. Whether what you said is true, everything will become clear when General Fan Dixiong comes back. If there is even a lie, I will let you enjoy your soul."
The pain of roasting.”
The soul of Van Gogh, who had turned into a dwarf-like figure, knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to Emperor Gu Yue, thanking him repeatedly for not killing him.