In the most hidden secret room, the mysterious young man was still drinking tea. It seemed that Shinto tea was his favorite drink. (Literature Museum r />
His movements are graceful, and his every move carries an evil temperament. His slender fingers are even fairer than those of women.
As the leader of the Eight Tribes, Qitian was standing aside with his injured body shivering, sweating profusely before he spoke.
To be able to make a quasi-god king react like this shows how terrifying the other party is.
The young man didn't seem to be looking at him at all and regarded him as nothing. However, he could see that his hands were very skillful in washing the tea, making the tea and then drinking it. The series of movements were smart and gentle, without any sloppiness.
The atmosphere was very depressing, as if there was a mountain pressing on Qitian's heart.
The young man seemed to enjoy such a moment of depression. He didn't say a word, but it was invisible, but it was like a light on his back.
He enjoyed this feeling very much, watching the other person being controlled and controlled by him like a plaything, and no thoughts or actions could escape his eyes.
In fact, controlling someone is much more interesting than killing someone.
In his millions of years of life, he has honed his power into a killing sword that can be freely retracted and retracted. From time to time, it hangs over the head of any opponent, and can cut down the opponent inadvertently.
I don’t know how long it has been...
"Qitian, I have lost count. This is the first time you have made a mistake." The young man said slowly, "I have never been patient, and you have let me down many times. It seems that I was the one who chose to cooperate with you in the first place. The biggest failure.”
"well……"
This was like a sigh from a god and a demon, making De Qitian feel as if his heart was about to burst.
Qitian's expression changed and he knelt down in horror: "Please give me another chance, until I recover from my injuries. I will take down that traitor Ren Cangqiong and not let my brother down."
"Another empty promise with no confidence?" The young man sneered, "Qitian, maybe you have also heard the story of the boy who cried wolf. A person can only trust you three times at most, and I have already used my three trusts in you. It’s over.”
Before Qitian could speak, the young man said to himself: "Back then, you were very ambitious and wanted to ascend to the position of God King. Okay, I'll follow you. It took a lot of brains and effort to imprison Duobao Dragon King. I have done my best for you, but you... have never been able to fulfill your promise to me. Therefore, I have no more patience and will spend more time on a loser."
The young man stood up slowly, with a sneer on his face: "Don't worry. Your death is not without value. It is a great honor for you to die in my hands."
Qitian was trembling all over. He knew how terrible the methods of the man in front of him were. If the young man wanted to kill him, he might not be able to fight back at all.
There is no way, this person is far better than him in terms of skills and strength. Although the opponent does not have the blessing of the God King's treasure, his overall strength has surpassed many God Kings who have the God King's treasure.
For the first time, Qitian felt that he was so close to death.
"Wait! Brother Emperor! I have something to say." Seeing that the young man was about to take action, Qitian suddenly said loudly, "I fought with Ren Cangqiong and discovered something strange."
"Hmm..." The young man's expression was dull. The golden aura spurting from his fingertips was not extinguished. This was a fatal blow that could kill Qitian at any moment.
Qitian breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this was his only chance to escape with his life. He did not dare to show off, and said quickly: "Brother Emperor, when I fought against Ren Cangqiong, I found that the techniques he used seemed to be somewhat similar to yours.
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"Oh?" The young man's eyes suddenly turned cold. As calm as he was, there was a trace of unconcealable fluctuations in his words at this moment, "Keep talking!"
The bet was right!
Qitian did not dare to hide anything and quickly revealed all the details of his fight with Ren Cangqiong, even describing the techniques used by the opponent in words.
After listening to Qitian's description, the young man fell into deep thought for a long time. After a long time, he said, "Look, is it such a technique?"
The young people sprayed out golden divine light, creating a pattern in the air. Among them were the display of the six essences of the "Nine Suns Mahamudra". Each move was quite mysterious.
After Qitian saw those moves on display, he almost blurted out: "Yes, that's it. Strange, why does this person have the same skills as Brother Di?"
The young man's originally gentle face suddenly burst out laughing wildly.
"Hahaha... It has been hundreds of thousands of years, no matter how deep you hide it, you still show clues. Old guy, you take Taoism too seriously, you are too paranoid, and you are simply stupid!"
Qitian didn't know why the always calm young man behaved like this, but he remembered the agreement he had made with the young man.
Hundreds of thousands of years ago, this young man found him. According to the agreement between them, the young man helped Qitian banish the Duobao Dragon King. And Qitian's responsibility was to help the young man find the whereabouts of a big shot.
Speaking of which, Ren Cangqiong may be related to this big shot.
"Qitian, you finally did something. This news is indeed useful." The young man's tone became slightly more relaxed and he sat down again.
"Thank you, Brother Emperor, for not killing me." Qitian breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had the quick wit to avoid this disaster.
"Oh? When did I say I wanted to save your life?" The young man raised his head, revealing an extremely feminine and dangerous figure, and a strange arc of light erupted from his fingertips, blooming like a lotus of death.
Whoosh!
Qitian covered his neck in disbelief, and the uncontrollable blood gushed out like a fountain.
"You... I have provided useful information, why are you still killing me?" Qitian looked painful and roared unwillingly.
His body was withering and withering at a terrifying speed. His body, which was in good condition, instantly turned into a mummy, with bulging veins.
"In my eyes, a dead person is a dead person, without any reason. You have touched the bottom line of what I can tolerate, and you will definitely die."
The young man drank Shinto tea quietly, with a calm look, as if he was not the one who had made the move just now.
boom!
Qitian roared in pain, and the mummy exploded immediately, and a nearly transparent humanoid light suddenly came out and escaped out of the secret room.
"snort!"
The young man sneered, and without even looking at the escaping soul, a strange arc of light erupted from his fingertips.
This arc seems to be able to penetrate the entire universe, and is mysterious and endless.
This ray of light carries the ultimate meaning of death, perfectly interpreting the cycle of reincarnation from life to death.
"ah……"
Qitian's Yuan Shen light and shadow was hit, and he let out a shrill wail. The strong Yuan Shen, which he had always been proud of, had little resistance under this arc of death.
Tsk tsk tsk!
Qitian's powerful soul, which he had practiced hard for millions of years, was constantly melting there, and white smoke was rising. In the end, the quasi-god king Qitian's soul was only the size of a golden light spot, which was the essence of his divine power.
The young man took action again, flicked his hand, and the golden light point was summoned by him.
He swallowed the golden light without hesitation. The young man's face was ferocious and his eyes were red, like a monster crawling out of Jiuyou.
After a long time, the young man completely digested the divine power essence of the golden light spots. Then he licked his lips and said with a sinister smile: "I have said that your death is not worthless at all."
"Ren Cang Qiong?"
The young man thought for a while, then laughed loudly and said: "Old guy, I want to see what kind of characters you can cultivate."
"I want to prove to you that I am the one who will inherit your inheritance because I respect you and it is the destiny of heaven." A rage filled his eyes, and the young man said almost madly, "So, I will slowly torture him to death and let him
He will pay a heavy price for your mistake!"
boom!
Qitian's secret room full of restrictions was directly blown into powder. The young man kept flying upwards with his hands behind his back, and any blocking force was smashed away in front of him.
…
There is a separate space carved out in the vast starry sky.
This space is like the Nine Nether Purgatory, cold and without any warmth, cutting off any hope. The endless will to die is like a sharp sword, which causes pain all over the body of the person who cuts it.
And in this purgatory space, there is an ancient bronze coffin. On this ancient bronze coffin, there is a seal engraved on a tall, unknown ancient demon holding a spear, looking ferocious, and his eyes are spitting out pale flames, which looks very scary.
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Inside the ancient bronze coffin, there lay a huge old man. His eyes were closed tightly, as if he was asleep, but his face showed a hint of pain.
The old man's body was huge, but withered. It seemed that all his life span had been taken away, and he was almost just skin and bones. But there were four cold iron chains that were fiercely embedded into his flesh and bones, locking him in place.
Got the lute bone.
Around the ancient bronze coffin, black aura penetrated into his body from time to time, causing his skin to slowly turn black and transform into the characteristics of a demon.
Around the ancient bronze coffin, four people were sitting, their whole bodies shrouded in darkness. The black energy was created by them through formations.
Suddenly, one of them said: "The God King has sent an order to end the plan in the Tianlong World. He will be officially transformed into a demon puppet."
The other three people looked at each other and shouted softly. Endless black energy erupted from their sleeves and injected into the old man's body.
"ah……"
The old man suddenly roared and opened his eyes in the ancient bronze coffin, his face full of pain.
"Ding ding ding..."
The iron chain that locked Pipa's bones restricted his powerful physical strength, and his original divine power had long been exhausted.
The old man roared angrily, his eyes were red, and the residual power of the superior was still there. The roars hit the four people's consciousness hard, causing their blood to surge.
The four people frowned. Duobao Dragon King has been imprisoned for hundreds of thousands of years. Logically speaking, his divine power has been exhausted long ago, but they did not expect that he is still so strong.
"Wuji soul refining**, demon soul puppet!"
The four of them roared together, and the divine blood in their hands was injected into the iron chain, and was continuously injected into the old man's body through the divine chain.