Mo Zizi got straight to the point and said with gleaming eyes, "Is Jiang Lin'an dead?"
After asking in one sentence, his calm breathing suddenly became rapid.
His eyes were locked on Suning standing in front of him, as if he wanted to see some clues from his inadvertent movements.
For this reason, he did not hesitate to secretly set up a soundproof mask and waited impatiently for the answer.
"Jiang Lin'an..."
After a long silence, the statue-like Suning finally said: "He should be dead."
Mo Zi Ao stood up suddenly and said with a sullen look on his face: "What I want is the exact result, not your ambiguous answer."
"Death? Since Jiang Lin'an was able to use his supreme supernatural power to reincarnate into the small world of China when his soul was completely destroyed on the top of the Taixu Mountain, and concealed it from the perception of everyone present, you must at least provide evidence of his death that can convince me.
"
Suning smiled bitterly and said, "What evidence do you want?"
Mo Zi'ao was upset and said: "For example, if his corpse was reborn as a human in China, even if it is white bones, I will personally verify it."
Suning said speechlessly: "No."
Mo Zizi said angrily: "Are you kidding me?"
"Boy, I can save you or kill you."
"Good causes produce good results. Don't force me to turn good results into evil results."
Coercion descended, overwhelming.
Even though there was only a slight fluctuation of immortal power, Suning, who had lost all his cultivation, was still shocked and flew out with a bang, hitting the shelves behind him heavily.
"senior......"
Coughing painfully, Suning clutched her chest, then straightened up and said, "If you don't want to believe me, this exchange of questions will be meaningless."
"Jiang Lin'an's last ray of soul dissipated outside the Demon Burial Mountains. This is something everyone in the Eight Hundred Immortal World knows."
"The bosses from all sides can't tell whether he is really dead or not, so why do you bother me?"
Mo Zizi calmed down his pressure and said with an unpredictable expression: "Continue, the second question."
The Suning man had to lower his head under the eaves and could only get up staggeringly, sweating profusely and saying: "You saved me in order to complete the path of reincarnation."
"And the key to perfecting the road to reincarnation is not me, but Jiang Linan?"
Don't be arrogant and don't hide it. Respond generously: "Yes."
Suning sighed: "It's your turn to ask."
The old Taoist priest strode forward with the wind blowing under his feet and said: "You have inherited all of Jiang Linan's memories. To be honest, did he break the ten shackles on the saint's gate that night when his soul was completely destroyed on the top of Taixu Mountain?"
"Did you become exhausted after being crushed, unable to resist the catastrophe of the saint, and end up dying? Or was it that you were already powerless before being crushed and had to die?"
Suning simply said: "One step away, but the result will fall short in the end."
After saying that, he asked the third question thoughtfully: "Do you know why Jiang Linan was seriously injured before he went through the tribulation?"
Mo Zi'ao paused for a moment with his right foot in the air, then gently landed on the ground and said: "This is what I plan to ask you."
Suning asked unexpectedly: "You have already guessed it, haven't you?"
"I guessed it, but it's unbelievable."
"Yeah, who would have thought?"
With the blatant ridicule, Suning said no more. She walked along the corridor opposite the counter into the backyard and squatted by the well to wash her face.
Don't be proud. It seems that you are suddenly exhausted mentally and physically, and your whole person looks older and older.
He moved tremblingly behind the counter, lay down next to the armchair, and said in a dreamlike state: "The reason why Lin'an can prove the Tao with murderous intent is because I taught him."
"The road of killing, the heart of the road is killing."
"The fight with the Demon Saint planted bloody seeds in his heart, and he had the opportunity to erase them."
"It's me, I..."
Suddenly, the old Taoist priest sprayed blood mist from his mouth and laughed crazily.
