Facing this mysterious old man, Lingxi really didn't dare to act rashly.
Trump card?
She didn't think that the few Half-Saint trump cards she held could kill Mo Zi'ao and preserve what she had done in China.
After thinking in a flash of lightning, Lingxi still couldn't make a decision.
She covered the Qiankun bag with one hand, and shrank her other hand into her sleeve to hold it tightly.
He clenched and unclenched, feeling a chill all over his body.
"Don't worry, I have no ill intentions towards you."
Straightening his back, Mo Zi'ao turned his back and said, "If I really want to kill you, as the great-uncle of Master Wen Dian, I still have the right to kill you first and then kill you later."
"Whether it's your plan to kill those disciples or your own position, relying on the Ancestral Dragon Dharma's bargaining chip will never protect you."
Lingxi bowed his hands and took the initiative to lower his posture and said: "Uncle, please speak clearly."
Mo Zi Ao shook his sleeves and robe, turned his nostrils to the sky, and said like an elder: "A person has three souls and seven souls. Once the soul is gone, it is considered dead."
"However, immortals are different. Immortals not only have three souls and seven souls, but also souls, divine souls, and fragments of their minds that will remain in the world after death."
"Being a half-saint, one cannot sense the fragments of the mind."
"That requires the solidification of the power of law to put the pieces together piece by piece."
"Well, to put it simply, the scenes that those people saw in their minds before they died will be presented intact."
"With my senior brother's cultivation in the eighth realm of Half-Saint, he will definitely notice something fishy."
"By then, are you sure you can put aside the relationship and protect yourself?"
Lingxi's lips turned white and her whole body was shaky.
This was indeed something she had not expected.
This was the first time she had heard anyone mention the mental fragmentation.
If the facts are true as Mo Zi'ao said, once she returns to the fairy world, what awaits her will be Duan Ziqian's endless torture and a fate worse than death.
"I......"
The pupils lost focus, and Lingxi suddenly felt weak.
There was already a trace of cold sweat on her forehead, and her expression was so dazed that she seemed to be stupid.
Mo Zi'ao continued: "And the six True Immortals of the 10th level who you killed were first deceived into coming out as Wen Palace's direct disciples, and then used defensive formations and sound-isolating formations to deceive the outside world."
"Hey, should I praise you for being smart, or should I call you as stupid as a pig?"
"The same method can only be used once, so why give it a chance to thoughtful people to think about it carefully?"
Lingxi said with shame: "Yes, I was negligent."
Mo Zi Ao sneered: "You are not negligent, you are clever but you were misled by your cleverness."
"Suning is not on the mountain, so you turn your target to Dao Huo'er, thinking that with her taking the blame for you, you can still hide the truth."
"But you have forgotten that there are not only more than 400 practitioners coming to China this time, but also many onlookers from other forces."
"Even if they are on Suning's side, even if they don't launch an encirclement and suppression campaign."
"My senior brother wants to check and ask. Isn't it easy?"
Lingxi was speechless and regretful.
She knew that she had done something wrong and was careless, but she didn't know that she was so wrong.
"Scared?"
The corner of his mouth curled up in a playful arc, and Mo Zizi patted his hands lightly and said, "It's better to be afraid. Only when you are afraid will you know how to restrain yourself."
"I am afraid that I am willing to save you and give you a chance to save yourself."
