Suddenly, a terrifying scene came into view of Lian Kegu and Mo Sang.
I saw the demonic power that seemed to be lingering in the air around me, violently rolling in the direction of Sikong Jing.
The escaping monsters stopped and screamed miserably.
The demonic power rolling on their bodies flowed backwards in the direction of Sikong Jing, and then they were swept towards Sikong Jing.
It was as if there were threads made of demonic power, pulling them hard.
There were more and more screams of fear, Mo Sang and Lian Kegu were frightened, and almost all the thousands of monsters were immobilized and pulled back.
The next moment, they saw thousands of demonic powers gathering together and piercing into Sikong Jing's mouth.
The voice of the beasts has been heard from the latter's spiritual sea of consciousness: "Lord of all beasts, you promised my wife not to suck it!"
When she was possessed last time, Feiyun Caidi asked Su Yuexi to tell Sikong Jing not to swallow any power.
At that time, Sikong Jing could do it even if he was possessed by a demon.
Now he wants to devour the power again, which will make him unable to recover, and will completely plunge him into a demonic state.
"My sister can't wait. I don't know how long she can live, so I must tear off Lian Kegu and the great elder of Wangyou Sect. I need strength now." Sikong Jing's hoarse voice sounded in the Beast Heavenly Prison, decisive.
The strength in his whole body continued to rise due to the devouring demon power from all directions.
He entered the soul-defying realm at once, then the first realm, the second realm, and the third realm... Then he cut off the devouring power and allowed the monster beasts around him to run away lifelessly.
The next moment, Sikong Jing appeared in front of Lian Kegu, who was completely unable to react.
At this moment, Sikong Jing was extremely strong.
Just like that, Sikong Jing put his claws on his shoulders, narrowed his eyes and shouted: "Death!"
Tear it apart...
Lian Kegu was violently torn in half, and his screams were earth-shattering.
Then, Sikong Jing threw away the body and looked at Mo Sang. The latter turned around and ran away, screaming: "Sikong Jing, it was me, the Wangyou Sect, who saved your sister's life. You can't kill me... ah!"
At this point, her shoulders were caught by two claws and torn in half.
After doing that, Sikong Jing dodged back to Sikong Ling, picked her up gently, and then rolled up a black demonic wind and dodged out. His direction was towards the War Soul Dynasty, and his speed was extremely fast.
The dark wings are getting bigger, faster, and more violent, and all the monsters in their path will avoid them.
"Lord of all beasts, hurry up and expel the devoured power from your body, hurry up!"
In the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Prison, all the beasts roared wildly.
But Sikong Jing went his own way and dashed away without paying attention.
He doesn't know how long it has been since he left the northern mountains, and his next target is the Battle Soul Imperial Capital... the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion!
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At night, Gongyang Ren was rubbing his aching head in his small building, looking at the recent reports coming from various places within the War Spirit Dynasty.
There are lamentations about people's livelihood everywhere, and all kinds of curses become much softer under the reporter's pen and ink.
But Gongyang Ren knew that now he and Lu Lingun had lost almost all their prestige just because of the word "Sikong Jing".
Gongyang came over to welcome him, holding a cup of tea in his hand, he put it down gently and said, "Grandpa, don't be too upset. Things have reached this point and there is nothing we can do."
Having said this, Gongyang Ying's face was full of exhaustion and his eyes were filled with bitterness.
For the past few days, the word "Sikong Jing" has been in her mind. Now he has caused her to be scolded by countless people. The once aloof Fairy Moon Soul seems to have been knocked down from the mortal world.
Today she figured it out again, she was indeed no match for Sikong Jing, and she was simply not on the same level in terms of methods.
Even Grandpa and Lu Lingun couldn't do anything to him.
"Grandpa, at least for now, Sikong Jing has not made the matter about my Moon Soul Battle Body public."
"When my fighting strength truly explodes, I will definitely seek revenge on him."
The matter of Yuehun Battle Body can be regarded as a kind of consolation. At least Gongyang Ying does not think that he is weaker than Sikong Jing in martial arts.
However, Gongyang Ren became more and more bitter.
In fact, whether the matter of the Moon Soul Battle Body should be made public or not depends on Sikong Jing's thoughts. Who knows if he will make it public after returning to the Evernight Empire, and will he threaten himself with this matter again?
This damn sword is hanging over his head.
Suddenly, there was a hurried knock on the door, and Aunt Mian's voice sounded outside: "National Master, the leader of the Hengdao Sect is here."
As soon as the voice fell, Gongyang endured a slight tremor all over his body and hurriedly took his granddaughter out to greet her.
Soon, they saw a middle-aged man with a big beard walking into the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion. He was carrying the iconic Hengdao of the Hengdao Sect behind him, and the aura on his body was also unparalleled. He was from the soul-defying realm.
Strong.
The middle-aged man is the leader of the Hengdao Sect, nicknamed Angheng.
Behind him, there were more than a dozen masters and disciples of the Hengdao Sect standing.
"Master Wrathful Heng, you are here." Gongyang Ren quickly put on a smile and clasped his fists repeatedly.
However, Nu Heng had a cold face and snorted coldly: "Gongyang Ren, put away your smiling face, now we can't laugh."
"We in the Hengdao sect always like to be straightforward and do not need to be hypocritical."
"Now I just want to ask you, my close disciple Yan Benxing died in your Imperial Master's Mansion, my junior brother Wu Zhenzhi also died here, but you let Sikong Jing go. What does it mean?"
Nu Heng is Yan Benxing's master...
As soon as these words came out, Gongyang Ren and Gongyang Ying's expressions changed slightly, and the latter replied crisply: "Master Angheng, you can't say that. We didn't let Sikong Jing go, but he was too cunning.
Already."
What do you mean by letting Sikong Jing go? Let's fart. We have all been hurt badly by him.
What Chief Angheng said was as if we had colluded with Sikong Jing. It was simply nonsense.
"That's because you are too useless. The Imperial Master and the Moon Soul Fairy are all rubbish." Angheng was furious, and his words were extremely hard to hear. Gongyang Ren's face turned red but he was speechless.
Now the entire War Soul Dynasty is scolding them like this.
The Gongyang Ninja could only suppress his anger and replied gently: "Master Angheng, if you had followed suit when he was chasing Sikong Jing, maybe we wouldn't be like this now."
This is the first time that the Hengdao faction has reacted since he issued the death order against Sikong Jing.
And the people from the Imperial Master's Office had already informed them.
But when he gets angry, he yells loudly. Gongyang Ninja is not a fool, and he will always fight back.
"Hmph, who knew you were such useless people?"
But it was no use, Angheng said another piece of trash, which almost made the grandfather and grandson furious.
Angrily ignored and said again: "Now we can take action, now you hurry up and report Sikong Jing's location to me."
Hearing this, Mr. Gongyang could only hold back and quickly reported the location of Sikong Jing's possible appearance in the northern mountains.
He nodded angrily and was about to turn around when he suddenly put on a smile and said: "One more thing, since my disciple Yan Benxing died in your Imperial Master's Mansion, then you must compensate me."
As soon as these words came out, Mr. Gongyang and his grandson were dumbfounded. How could we pay compensation if everyone died?