The shrill screams echoed endlessly in the Yunluo Cave Sky, and bits of cold green light flashed endlessly in the void. A flash of sword light would definitely bring up a stream of bright red blood drops, and pieces of flesh the size of fingernails.
Without Mo Zong's body, the heart-wrenching pain could only be vented through bursts of miserable howls.
At the moment when the other arm finally separated from the body, Mo Yong rolled his eyes and passed out.
"Hmph! Can't you see that this guy is really a tough guy? Do you think I can't do anything with you if you don't tell me?" Liu Qiankun snorted coldly.
For more than an hour, he had picked off hundreds of pieces of Mo Yang's flesh, but he still couldn't pry his mouth open. Liu Qiankun didn't feel any guilt at all, because the pain Mo Yang had endured was worse than the pain he had endured in more than a hundred years.
What Hong suffered was really too different.
"Feiyu, I wonder if the soul-searching magic can be used on this piece of rotten flesh?" Liu Qiankun turned around and showed an evil smile to Di Feiyu, with a red light flashing in his eyes.
Di Feiyu was shocked and said with a bitter smile: "The soul-searching technique may be useful for that rat demon, but I'm not even sure about the spirit immortal."
It turns out that this soul-searching technique can only be effective on people whose cultivation level is two levels lower than his own, which means that Di Feiyu can only use the technique on mortal immortals at most to be very confident.
Liu Qiankun frowned and pondered for a moment, and finally thought of the seven masters of soul control, and his eyes lit up.
"Where is the Seven-Colored Little Witch?" Liu Qiankun turned his palm and grabbed the ancient witching order and shouted loudly.
The seven-colored beads on the ancient witch's order sent up seven streaks of smoke as thin as hair. The first thing the seven-colored little witches did after they appeared was to make a 'Wood Ding Tian' gesture towards Liu Qiankun.
"Do you know how to search for souls?" Liu Qiankun asked urgently.
Qi Xiaowu shook his head at the same time, and then nodded again, making Liu Qiankun puzzled.
"I wonder if the master wants to ask what he knows in his heart?" The red witch guessed what Liu Qiankun meant.
Liu Qiankun was overjoyed. It seemed that what he had expected was indeed true. The Seven Little Witches would definitely have a way to pry open this iron mouth.
"Yes, no matter what method we use, we will find out the whereabouts of Golden Dragon Qionghong." Liu Qiankun answered decisively.
The seven little witches sat cross-legged, their lips moving quickly, and dark green runes burst out from their mouths one by one, like a beating green silk ribbon, and finally they were thrown into the Mo Tiantian Spirit Cap together.
As soon as Mo Zong opened his eyes, his eyes turned into a light green and translucent color, and he sat up, his body swaying, but he never fell down again.
The little witches all stopped reciting, and the red witch sat cross-legged and floated to the top of Mo Zong's head, chanting in a cadence: "Where is the golden dragon...answer quickly..."
Mo Zong opened his eyes wide, and two misty lights flashed out from his translucent eyeballs, and his voice sounded like a dream: "The master has taken the golden dragon to the Immortal Emperor of Heaven." After saying this, one eye actually closed, leaving only one eye.
A big flashing green eye stared at the Red Witch, and the hollow and indifferent look in his eyes made people feel depressed.
Liu Qiankun thought: "Ask him why he took the golden dragon to the Immortal Emperor?"
The Immortal Emperor Tianming naturally refers to the Immortal Emperor Haotian, but why did he take Qionghong to Haotian now? Did Yunluo Jinxian already know what Liu Qiankun did when he ascended to the immortal world?
"Why did you bring the golden dragon to the Immortal Emperor? Answer quickly." The red witch's melodious voice sounded again, and Mo Zong's remaining green eye was filled with a layer of mist.
There was absolute silence all around, and everyone was waiting.
The muscles on Mo Zong's face twitched violently twice, the cloudy mist in his translucent single eye slowly dissipated, and he finally spoke something like a dream.
"The blood of the golden dragon is the top alchemy material. If you use the dragon soul to refine the magical elixir..."
Whoosh!
A dark blue thunderbolt rose through the air and passed over Mo Yong's body. Choking! Liu Qiankun put away his sword and stood up, with a look of indifference on his face.
Click!
There was a clear cracking sound, and a bloodstain appeared between Mo Zong's eyebrows. The bloodstain extended from his head in a jagged shape to between his legs.
boom!
A violent explosion sounded from Mo Zong's body, and his whole body exploded instantly, turning into countless granular flesh and blood and shooting out. A strong and pungent smell of blood filled the entire Yunluo Cave.
"If I don't kill Yunluo, I swear I won't be a human being!" Liu Qiankun's eyes were blood red, he pointed his sword in the void and swore angrily, and a cold murderous intention spread out from under his feet like a wave of water.
Di Feiyu's heart trembled, and his fingertips trembled slightly. The bloodthirsty killing intent made his blood boil. The hot-blooded man in front of him deeply touched the most sensitive nerve deep in his heart. He secretly sighed: If
Thousands of years ago, if my father had half the blood of Qian Kun, would my little sister still become a god's favorite?
"Let's go! Feiyu will accompany you back to the Immortal Emperor's Mansion." Emperor Feiyu's eyes flashed, and he patted Liu Qiankun's shoulder with a hot palm.
Ants shake trees just for the fanatical persistence in their hearts; Jingwei fills the sea just for the bloody passion in their hearts. Even if they die, they can leave an eternal legend.
The seven little witches were silent. They seemed to be communicating with their eyes. When the red light in Liu Qiankun's eyes gradually disappeared, the seven little witches all stepped forward and gave a middle finger gesture.
"Master, although we don't know how strong the Immortal Emperor is, please be sure to bring the Ancient Witch Token with you during the battle. Every time you kill someone, there will be a soul that can be used by the master." The seven little witches said in unison.
"Yes!" Liu Qiankun nodded, hung the ancient wizard's order on his waist, put away his sword and strode out of the cave.
Di Feiyu smiled coldly and swung his left palm out diagonally. A fire dragon burst out of his palm, and the space between Yunluo Cave and Sumeru turned into a sea of fire.
Two human figures rose into the sky and flew towards the Destiny Star in the distance.
There is a majestic mountain to the south of the Destiny Star. The cliffs tower into the clouds, and the dense spiritual energy surges halfway up the mountain, like a waist-high jade belt.
There is a milky white palace-like building standing on the top of the mountains. White clouds are floating on the mountainside. Standing in front of the palace gate, there is a wonderful feeling of being above the nine heavens.
This is the supreme place of the Destiny Galaxy - Haotian Immortal Palace. A faint fragrance spreads in the air, which is the purest scent of elixir.
At this time, Immortal Emperor Haotian was drinking tea and chatting with several alchemy immortals. The hall was filled with a light fragrance of tea, and there was a faint aroma lingering in the air. When I inhaled it, I felt relaxed and happy, and my thoughts were clear.
A lot.
"I'm afraid I can only taste such a top-quality fairy tea a few times in the Haotian Fairy Palace!" A Dan Immortal with white hair and beard said in praise, his eyes full of joy.
"This is the best immortal tea that Immortal Emperor Haotian planted based on hundreds of high-grade elixirs. Looking at the Three Realms, I am afraid that no one else has such courage. If you can taste it just once, it will not be in vain for thousands of years of hard work..." He opened his voice.
It was none other than Yunluo Jinxian. This guy's ability to flatter him was no less impressive than his mysterious method of refining alchemy.
Sitting on the white jade chair in the middle of the hall is a fair-skinned middle-aged man who is the Lord of the Destiny Galaxy, Immortal Emperor Haotian. Hearing the compliments from the immortals, this seemingly humble peak powerhouse inadvertently revealed a hint of indifference at the corner of his mouth.
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(Update sent, a battle to kill the immortal is about to begin. Let’s see how the protagonist kills the immortal to save his brother. The Qingming Sword and the ancient witch make mysterious changes happen. My friend Xinghui who thinks this story is okay does not ask for flowers or red envelopes, just a few dollars.
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