Seeing Luo Wanmiao transform into a spirit child and disappear with their own eyes, everyone's expressions were gloomy and uncertain.
Among the people who can stay in Black Prison City for a long time, who was not a hero of the generation? Compared with Zhang Fangyou, Luo Wanmiao's ending was even worse. The former at least died in a dignified battle, while the latter sadly became a tool for exploitation.
Next, the scene was silent for a while. No one left, no one spoke.
Feng Mian restrained his aura, turned around and returned the soul-cutting knife to the ruler.
Taking the handle of the knife, Pang Sanqian held it tightly in his palms and glanced at the many onlookers.
"Listen to me, although this Black Prison City is a place of freedom and the strong are respected, at least we should have dignity. Now there are other forces with ulterior motives and are eyeing us. It is yours to choose what to do."
Anyone with a soul-cutting sword in his hand would be afraid of it. Pang Sanqian relied on it to stand on top of everyone, and no one dared to be dissatisfied. After many years, its power is still impressive.
He left gracefully, leaving everyone deep in thought.
Not long after, in a place where no one else could see, Pang Sanqian stopped, his face changed, he covered his chest, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he immediately suppressed it forcefully, and his body was turbulent.
"Ahem... As expected, it's still the case. The Soul-Zipping Sword doesn't really obey my control. No matter what method I use these years, it doesn't work. Today, my power is weakening, and it wants to find another master."
Upon hearing this, Feng Mian immediately held Pang Sanqian's arm and stared at him solemnly.
"You are really messing around. Since you can't control the spiritual weapon, you can persist for so many years. The backlash has not caused you to completely lose your cultivation. It is already a great blessing among misfortunes."
He activated his spiritual power and secretly healed Pang Sanqian.
Feng Mian subconsciously tested, and he found that there were scars in the meridians in Pang Sanqian's body that had been counterattacked by the sword energy. But this breath seemed familiar to him. It was not spiritual power, but the evil spirit.
"Lord Commander, what should I say to you? Since you don't have that kind of cultivation, why do you have to hold on? Is this related to Xiaoyaoju and Lian Sanniang? If you continue to restrain the soul-cutting sword, one day you will be completely
Backlash."
Feng Mian's thoughts changed and he completely understood the reason why Pang Sanqian had never dared to respond to Lian Sanniang's thoughts.
His meridians are constantly being backfired, and once he reaches his heart, he will die at any time. How can he accept someone in such a state? It is better to maintain the status quo, and she will not be too sad in the future.
Looking at Pang Sanqian seriously, Feng Mian let go of him.
"Commander, you must have tried your best to cooperate with me and win over me. Is this the reason? Do you want me to be the next master of the Soul-Slaying Sword? And to command the people of this Black Prison City?
"
His face was still ugly, but Pang Sanqian tried his best to smile.
"Haha... you still discovered it. In that case, let's be straightforward, agree or not?"
Shen Yin, Feng Mian's thoughts were not here at all. The top priority was that he felt that the situation of the ruler could still be saved: "Don't talk about it now, you need healing now. If you believe me, then leave it to me."
Half an hour later.
The backyard of Xiaoyaoju, inside Yaopu.
Feng Mian sat cross-legged on the ground, his spiritual power surrounding his body, forming a barrier that gradually expanded and became stronger. With a thought, he concentrated his soul power to one point, hoping to break through the blockade of the Divine Pillar space.
His body trembled slightly, and his brows frowned. A mysterious mark flashed between his brows.
The phantoms of green dragon and phoenix are spinning
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, opened his eyes suddenly: "Open it for me!"
Buzz...buzz...
After a muffled sound, he finally entered the space of the Divine Pillar again.
The stone pillars have begun to fall seriously, and the divine energy is dispersing in all directions. The power of the first divine vein has been almost consumed, and it seems that his progress will be accelerated. But he must make use of it first.
"Soul Lord, come out, I have something important to ask."
The power of the soul spread, causing the chains on the stone pillars to surge, forcing the soul master out.
"Feng Mian, you are simply going too far. Am I your subordinate? I am the one who lets you shout and drink like this."
There was no time to talk nonsense with him, Feng Mian went straight to the point.
"Is the soul-cutting sword a thing from the underworld? If it is backfired, what will be the consequences?"
Hearing this, the soul master's expression changed and he looked at him strangely. He closed the folding fan in his hand.
"Feng Mian, you can't protect yourself now, but you still want to get involved in the Soul-Slaying Sword thing? With your little cultivation, you think that you can control the Soul-Slaying Sword by knowing the power of the Earthly Palm? Once you are attacked, you will suffer
It’s better to die!”
Grasping the key point, Feng Mian said in a deep voice: "You mean to say that the evil energy of the earth can indeed be controlled?"
The figure flashed and Feng Mian disappeared.
At this moment, Pang Sanqian was sitting cross-legged in the forbidden room of Xiaoyaoju, regulating the breath in his body.
Feng Mian transformed his fist into a palm, gathered a force of energy in his palm, and quickly attacked his face.
The next second, Lian Sanniang dodged to block him and struck with energy, causing the two of them to retreat at the same time.
"Feng Mian, you are crazy! What do you want to do at this time?"
With a wave of his sleeves and robe, Feng Mian's figure turned into an afterimage again, passing by Lian Sanniang.
"If you stop me again, after the best time has passed, the ruler will be dead."
The force of his palm restrained Pang Sanqian, Feng Mian slowly lifted his figure and froze him in mid-air.
The power of the Earthly Evil Palm changes, traveling through the meridians throughout his body and injecting it into them at a constant speed.
"Pang Tongyu, now I am going to forcefully seize the connection between the Soul-Slaying Sword and you. The process may be a bit painful, so you have to endure it. When I truly control the Soul-Slaying Sword, I will naturally have a way to deal with your injuries."
The power invaded the body and pulled out the soul-cutting sword bit by bit.
During this process, Pang Sanqian regained consciousness and his body was shaking violently. It was very painful to think about it.
Suddenly, Feng Mian's Earth Evil Palm aura had a backlash, and he felt angry and his face darkened.
"How presumptuous! Little Dao Ling, don't be disrespectful!"
The aura of the Earth Demon Palm changed, and Feng Mian directly used the powerful soul power. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the entire space was slightly trembling. Except Lian Sanniang, everyone else was affected to some extent.
Lian Sanniang looked at Feng Mian's movements seriously: "What on earth do you want to do? Why such a big reaction? This is the aura of the Soul-Slaying Sword. Hasn't this guy not used it for a long time?"
Just as he was talking, Pang Sanqian's expression changed and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
At the same time, Feng Mian clenched his right hand, and a force of suction forcefully pulled out the soul-cutting knife.
Phew! Clang!
The soul-cutting knife flew out, and Feng Mian followed in pursuit.
Lian Sanniang looked at the weak Pang Sanqian and quickly stepped forward to support him: "What on earth is going on?"
"Hehe... Sanniang, I can finally be freed. This feels really good, and I no longer have to bear this so-called responsibility. From now on, the master of the soul-cutting knife is no longer me, but Feng Mian..."
With her jade hands trembling, Lian Sanniang finally understood the twists and turns and stared at Pang Sanqian.
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"Are you stupid? Why do you want to hide such a big thing from me? Can't I face it with you? Since the soul-cutting sword has brought you so much torture, why don't you give up as soon as possible!"
On the other side, Feng Mian quickly pursued him.
The soul-cutting knife moved at an extremely fast speed, heading towards the south of Black Prison City, soaring into the sky.
The next moment, Feng Mian used the Mist Shadow Technique to turn his body into an afterimage, and then used the power of the Earth Demon Palm to release seventy-two palms with all his strength to seal off this space.
"You're just a little swordsman, what kind of trouble do you want to make? Don't be disrespectful, just stay calm!"
Feng Mian had a cold face, surrounded by the phantoms of the seventy-two evil palms, attacking the soul-killing knife again and again.
At this time, it is separated from the host, so it will not be able to support it for long, and can only keep avoiding it.
The blade rotated, condensing a huge gray-black vortex. The shadow of the blade changed and struck directly towards Feng Mian's face. A force of energy enveloped Feng Mian and cut him off without mercy.
Putting his palms together, Feng Mian condensed the evil energy into his palms, and once again showed his bare hands catching the sword.
Clang! Bang!
The air waves flew, and Feng Mian's robes whistled.
Suddenly, a voice came: "Feng Mian, are you stupid? Since it is a soul-cutting knife, it must be suppressed with powerful soul power. If you don't use the power in your consciousness now, will you still keep it for the New Year?"
As soon as his mind moved, a huge shadow suddenly appeared behind Feng Mian. A palm print fell from the sky and hit the soul-cutting knife hard. The air waves flew and fluctuated, and the two forces continued to swing apart.
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and there seemed to be dark arcs of electricity flashing.
At a certain moment, Feng Mian grasped the handle of the knife with his palm, and the power of his soul flowed, overriding the spirit of the knife: "You calm down for me, maybe I can treat you better. If not, I will now
I’ll turn you into scrap metal!”
When he moved his right hand, a flame appeared on his palm.
With the power of Phoenix Fire, as long as Feng Mian uses all his strength, he can turn the Soul-Slaying Sword into scrap metal in an instant, losing all its power.
Under multiple pressures, the Soul-Slaying Sword finally slowly calmed down and stopped struggling.
"Very good, it is said that those who know the current affairs are heroes. Since you surrender to me now, then put away your power and dissolve the aura that counterattacks the ruler. Don't think that you are a soul-cutting sword that I care about.
"
With a grasp of the palm, the soul-cutting knife disappeared.
Just when Feng Mian smiled with satisfaction and was about to rush back as soon as possible, a black shadow flashed across.
He paused, frowned and stared ahead: "Oh? You really sensed it. What, do you want to take the thing back immediately? Okay, I haven't learned the deputy sect leader's real trick, so why not do it now!"
Ye Guhong stared at Feng Mian coldly, and a wave of air completely enveloped the area.
"Feng Mian, you are still so blindly confident. I advise you to hand over the soul-cutting knife. It does not belong to you, but for some reason, our Soul Sacrifice Sect has never been able to get it back..."
Feng Mian waved his sleeves and robe, and Feng Mian snorted coldly.
"What a joke! Since you are so sure, why didn't you take action just now? I have suppressed the power of the Soul-Slaying Sword, but you want to come out to snatch it. As expected, no one is as despicable as your Soul Sacrifice Sect!"
"You... Feng Mian, don't you want to save your father?"
My heart sank, and my anger quickly rose: "You still have the nerve to mention this matter? Well, since you want the soul-cutting sword, I must make good use of it before giving it to you!"
Holding his right hand, the soul-cutting knife appeared, with powerful and pure earthly evil energy surging on it...