The night is blurry.

On the outskirts of the city, a gloomy manor was filled with an endless smell of blood.

In a huge secret room.

Wu Luan, covered in blood, was seen tied to two stone pillars with iron chains.

The flesh on his chest has cracked, and the blood all over his body has solidified, but if you apply a little force, blood will still ooze from those wounds.

He was painfully tied to the stone pillar, his whole body was like a dead person, his head was hanging down.

Right in the center of the secret room, Qingyangzi, the greatest practitioner of Dharma in China, was sitting cross-legged in the center.

On both sides of his body is Taoist Cangsong, the first member of Yuxu Palace, and on the other side is his junior brother, Taoist Cangxuan.

"Is this the person who took my ancestor's Spring Divine Sword?"

A cold word came out of Qingyangzi's mouth.

Taoist Cangsong immediately said respectfully: "Returning to the ancestor, it is this person."

Qingyangzi's eyes glanced coldly at Wu Luan, who was only in the middle stage of Tongxuan.

"No!"

"He is definitely not the one who robbed me of my magic weapon! An ant like him can't possibly destroy the divine soul imprint in my Spring Divine Sword."

Qingyangzi said in a cold voice.

No one knows better than him how powerful the divine soul brand he blessed in the Spring God Sword is.

That kind of mark on the soul may not be completely erased even by Taoist Cangsong.

But someone can actually erase the mark of his own soul, which is enough to prove that the person caught in front of him is definitely not the person who robbed him of the Spring Divine Sword.

Taoist Cangsong was startled and said quickly: "But when we found him, the Spring Divine Sword was indeed on him!"

"It seems that the boy surnamed Jiang gave me my Spring Divine Sword as a gift to this ant." Qingyangzi's voice became colder and colder.

"Wake him up, I want to ask him clearly!"

After Qingyangzi finished speaking, Cangsong Taoist said quickly: "Yes!"

Then, Taoist Cangsong waved his hand, and the two disciples walked towards Wu Luan with a bucket of ice water.

Wow!

A bucket of ice water was poured over Wu Luan's head.

Wu Luan, who had fainted, slowly began to regain consciousness after being splashed with ice water.

But because his injuries were so serious, he looked like he was dying.

After Wu Luan regained consciousness, he first vomited out two mouthfuls of blood, then with difficulty he lifted his bloody head up and looked around.

"You...you bunch of turtle bastards...why did you bring my old man here?"

His voice was weak, but he didn't seem to give in at all.

Qingyangzi looked at Wu Luan coldly: "Tell me, where is the little bastard who gave you the Spring Divine Sword?"

When Wu Luan heard this, his eyes slowly focused on Qingyangzi.

"My ancestor?"

"Are you the number one Dharma cultivator in China, Qingyangzi?"

Qingyangzi said coldly: "Yes, it is my ancestor!"

"Haha... I, Old Wu, thought that the so-called great master of Dharma cultivation in the world has three heads and six arms, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that!"

Facing Wu Luan's words, Qingyangzi shouted angrily: "You are about to die, and you still dare to speak harshly?"

Wu Luan smiled.

But when he laughed, drops of blood flowed out of his mouth.

"From the time my old man was arrested, I knew I wouldn't survive, so you don't have to scare me!"

"In a hundred years of life, you will always die. But before I die, I, Old Wu, have to tell you that you can kill me, but my young master will definitely avenge me!"

"Don't worry, if I die, none of you here will be able to survive!"

Listening to what Wu Luan said, the chill in Qingyangzi's eyes became more and more intense.

"Are you really not afraid of death?" Qingyangzi asked sharply.

Wu Luan laughed heartily.

When he smiled, the blood from his mouth was still flowing down.

"Afraid? Even if my old man is afraid, he will die in a dignified manner. Anyway, my young master will get it back ten times a hundred times for me."

Hearing this, Qingyangzi suddenly said: "Since you are not afraid of death, then I will make your life worse than death!"

After he said this coldly, he grabbed Wu Luan's body with five fingers!

"Soul-sucking magic!"

rub!

A cold breath came from Qingyangzi's five fingers, and then Wu Luan was seen struggling and screaming in pain that was worse than his own life.

"suck!"

Amidst Qingyangzi's roar, a vague soul was slowly pulled out of Wu Luan's body.

soul!

This soul is just like Wu Luan’s soul!

This "soul-absorbing technique" is an extremely evil and perverted technique.

This technique does not kill people, but it can imprison people's souls.

Being imprisoned like this can be said to mean that you can neither survive nor die.

At this moment, as Wu Luan's soul was sucked out of his body, Qingyangzi suddenly held out a black soul flag with his right hand. As soon as the soul flag appeared, there was an endless and shrill wail.

It is as if there are endless wronged souls on this soul flag.

"receive!"

Qingyangzi pointed with his right hand at the soul flag in front of him. In an instant, the soul that had left Old Wu's body was directly sucked into the black soul flag.

Above the soul flag, you can see Wu Luan's soul surrounded by hundreds of innocent souls.

He is screaming, he is wailing!

And his body also transformed into a dead person at this moment.

After Qingyangzi put Wu Luan's soul into the soul flag, he stretched out his hand and cast a spell to seal the soul flag.

"From this moment on, I will immediately find out the whereabouts of the boy named Jiang!"

"I want to use his soul to fill my black soul flag!"

As Qingyangzi's cold words fell, Cangsong Taoist immediately said: "Yes!!"

…

The next day.

clear!

Jiang Ning got up very early because he went to bed early yesterday.

As soon as I walked out of the room, I saw my busty sister-in-law running toward her room with a big bag in her arms like a thief. Her beautiful face was filled with a smile, as if she was very happy.

"Xinxin, what are you doing so early in the morning?"

Jiang Ning looked at Lin Xinxin's happy look and couldn't help but ask.

Lin Xinxin said without looking back: "Change clothes!"

"Forehead?"

"What clothes should I change so early in the morning? Is there anything wrong with this girl?"

While Jiang Ning was thinking about it, the stunningly beautiful Queen Cai, wearing a black cheongsam, walked out of the room on the other side.

Behind her was Lin Qingzhu.

The two were talking and laughing, and they were holding a big bag in their hands.

"Wife, sister Queen, what are you doing?"

After Jiang Ning saw the two women he loved most, he couldn't help but curiously asked.

Yesterday, Jiang Ning had learned that Lin Qingzhu went out with Empress Cai, and it seemed that she came back very late!

But early in the morning, the two of them were carrying a big bag. What kind of trouble was going on?

"Here it is, yours!"
To be continued...