"You...!" The leader was so horrified that the feathers on his back fell off and flew in the wind.
This magic circle was something he had never seen before. Not only his body, but also his mind felt a strong stinging sensation, as if he had been bitten by thousands of insects and ants.
It is the pain of the whipping of hell, even a god can hardly bear it. What is even more frightening is that this round of formation also contains the terrifying power of sealing demons. After falling into it, Taoist magic cannot be used at all and is imprisoned.
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"Who are you……"
The leader's face turned pale, and he looked tremblingly at the young man who suddenly appeared like a ghost. The fear in his eyes was clear, and he was terrified and at a loss what to do.
Zhuo Yifan stared at him and said only three words, a simple response, his voice was like a god and a demon: "God Shura."
"You are Shura God...?!" The leader of the Fairy Clan opened his eyes even wider, as if he couldn't believe it. But he had to believe it because the facts were before his eyes. The power of the hell realm made him feel like he was falling into a sea of blood, too
Horrible.
"Your purpose."
Zhuo Yifan kept his words concise and concise and did not want to say too much. He tried to use the human world to search the other party's memory, but unexpectedly found a layer of restrictions. If it was broken by force, it would probably attract powerful people from the fairy clan.
The leader was sweating profusely in pain, his entire face was as white as a dead man, and he did not say a word for a long time.
"Those who think they are enlightened are the most miserable."
He squeezed the magic formula with his hand, and the magical light of the magic circle immediately became more intense, as if it was stained by ink, and it roared, as if a layer collapsed.
"Ah!" the leader of the Fairy Tribe shouted, blood mixed with saliva pouring out of his mouth uncontrollably. The pain was more intense than before, making him almost drown.
"Now it's just the first level of Ah Bi." Zhuo Yifan flicked his fingers and stared at him. He said, "If you want to try what the eighteenth level of Ah Bi feels like, I don't mind."
Hearing this, the leader's hair exploded, and even his soul felt cold and chilly. He gritted his teeth and said, "I say!"
The leader of the fairy spirits was obviously unwilling to give in, but under such power, he had no choice but to confess everything.
He secretly sent a message to Zhuo Yifan to know the fairy's purpose, and the result surprised him.
"Are you lying?" Zhuo Yifan stared at the other person closely, trying to see some clues in his eyes, but failed because what he said was indeed true.
"I have said everything that needs to be said, Lord Shura...please fulfill your promise!" The leader's face turned purple with pain, and he did not want to stay in the punishment law for a moment. It was too terrible.
Zhuo Yifan raised his arms and tried to resolve it.
At this moment, a brilliant light flashed next to him, and a majestic aura descended, causing shock in all directions.
boom!
I saw that the leader had not yet gotten up from the ground, but was suppressed again by a ray of light, and his whole figure seemed to be embedded in the ground, and he screamed.
"Ah!" he roared, "The great Shura God of this generation has no moral principles!"
boom!
The sound resounded again, the light receded, and a figure appeared, with white hair disheveled, wearing ancient clothes, with vertical pupils, and a strange feeling that pierced the heart!
Who is this person? The leader was shocked. He was defeated again in terms of speed. He fell into the hands of the young devil for the first time, and this time he fell into the hands of such a mysterious old man.
"God Shura wanted to let you go, but I didn't say I would let you go!" Saint Qingqiu stared angrily at the leader of the Fairy Clan, as if he wanted to vent all the anger he had accumulated for thousands of years at once: "Back then, I
When the Fox clan is destroyed, you, the fairy spirit, are really showing off your power!"
"You are!" This leader is Da Hai, a member of the Fox Clan? It should be noted that the powerful men of the Fox Clan have long since died in the ancient god war, and they can still continue to this day. Who else survives?
He couldn't help but recall a legend, that is, the powerful man who had immortal medical skills and fell in love with a saint girl but was killed by the clan rules...
"You...you're not dead yet?" The leader of the fairy spirits was shocked and his eyes were horrified.
Zhuo Yifan was naturally speechless. Even though he knew that the birth of Hu Qingqiu would definitely cause a big stir, he never imagined that the other party would have such great influence. This Holy God of the Fairy Spirit Clan, who was not even afraid of facing the Ancient Thunder Dragon,
To be so frightened is purely based on my own intimidation.
"Do you also want to help this weak sect? Although this sect is strong, the upper realm has gathered heavy troops, and it will only be destroyed in an instant!" the leader of the fairy spirits roared.
"It's just an uprising by a bunch of chickens and dogs. It can be ignored." Qingqiu Saint said domineeringly: "Haha, have you ever seen half of the people injured in a place where I am sitting in charge? Even if they are all half dead, I can bring them all back.
, I will fight with you until death in the upper realm!"
"You are obsessed! You must be dead! It is impossible to survive!" The Holy Spirit of the Fairy roared sadly. At this moment, he was almost desperate, with blood gurgling from his mouth. He vibrated his wings, both of which were glowing, trying to make the final move.
Fight back.
Qingqiu Sheng sneered and said: "What a joke! Do you still want to destroy yourself in front of me?"
He stretched out his hand, the palm of his hand glowed, and a rune was generated, and then he quickly wrapped his entire arm. The faint light covered the skin and turned into a medical knife!
Chi!
Without any unnecessary movements or any sloppiness, he slashed away with a knife. The runes on the blade rushed away instantly, cutting open the back of the Holy God on the spot. Finally, he picked it up with his fingers and took out a crystal.
"The origin of the Holy God is a good tonic." Saint Qingqiu threw the origin directly to Zhuo Yifan without even looking at it.
This kind of indifference and disregard made the leader of the fairies' eyes become bloodshot, and murderous intent and anger surged crazily. He felt like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, being stared at eagerly by a butcher.
However, he had no energy left to fight back. The source of the divine realm was taken away, and all his cultivation was lost! He was completely reduced to a mortal, unable to restrain a chicken, and he was aging at an accelerated rate at this moment.
He was unwilling to let his fate be handed down like this, and wanted to convey the information he knew to the sect before he died.
"Your idea is simply impossible to realize." Qingqiu Sheng's mental communication skills are superb. Almost from the moment the leader made a decision, the medical knife in his arm shook again, with a tearing sound, and a divine light passed by.
My soul seemed to have been torn apart.
Zhuo Yifan was confused and used his magic pupil to check, and was surprised. Qingqiu Saint actually directly cut off this memory of the other party, obliterating it invisible. This method may be possible for many powers, but the magic pupil told
More information about him.
This is not only erasing memory, but also a power that cuts off the shackles of fate. With one strike of the knife, the soul is dead and the life is gone... Everything will eventually cease to exist. The final fate of this holy god is not only forgetfulness.
He lost his own memory, was forgotten by everyone in the world, and was forced to become an abandoned son of the fairy clan...
It can be said that it is not sad. (To be continued...)