Under Chen Xuan's command, an obscure and profound Sanskrit sound floated out from the mouth of Kun, the God of the North Underworld, like a sky full of gods and Buddhas chanting true scriptures, sacred and solemn.
But hearing it in Qingyuan's ears gave her a splitting headache in an instant, the world was spinning, and the powerful immortal energy in her body could not be stimulated at all.
Qingyuan never thought that with her endurance, she would moan in pain one day.
"ah……"
She grasped the golden hoop on the top of her head tightly with both hands and tried to take it off, but she pulled it tighter and tighter, as if her whole head was about to be squeezed flat.
At this moment, Qingyuan couldn't help but think of the golden ring that was worn on the head of the Monkey King. She looked at Chen Xuan who was so close with disbelief in her eyes.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible...ah..."
With painful moans, Qingyuan rolled out of the thunder prison, struggling tossing and turning in mid-air, completely losing the power of the aloof female fairy before.
Ji Wushuang, Feng Yue, Chu Qingqiu and King Jin Jing all looked surprised. No one expected that the golden hoop that once made the Monkey King become honest would actually be obtained by Chen Xuan.
It’s incredible!
In particular, King Jin Jing's heart stirred up waves. His eyes changed again and again when he looked at Chen Xuan, and he was once again amazed.
Since Chen Xuan got the golden hoop, didn't he find the Monkey King, or get the inheritance of the Monkey King?
For a moment, King Jin Jing was so excited that he couldn't control himself. His tiger eyes shone brightly, and he wished he could ask questions immediately.
But he still held back first and waited until Chen Xuan completely subdued Qing Yuan before asking if he was in a hurry.
It has to be said that Qingyuan's endurance is really amazing. Even though Kun, the God of the North Ming Dynasty, recited a long string of tightening spells, she was still able to grit her teeth and persevere.
It's just that the Dao Heart and Soul were shaken before, and the state became weaker and weaker, resulting in a significant decrease in endurance. Now Qingyuan is just making unnecessary resistance.
Chen Xuan asked lightly: "Qingyuan, are you convinced?"
"I...don't accept..." Qingyuan actually wanted to surrender. The reason why she was still holding on was because she wanted to wait until Beihai Dragon Palace reinforcements arrived.
It's a pity that Qingyuan can't handle the two powerful weapons of the North Underworld God Kun and the Golden Hoop. After all, even the Great Sage Qitian couldn't withstand them.
After rolling dozens of times in mid-air, Qingyuan, who was completely out of control, finally couldn't help but let go: "Quick, stop..."
"This Evil Emperor will ask you again, do you accept it?" Chen Xuan still didn't let Kun, the God of the North Ming Dynasty, stop reciting the curse.
Qingyuan hesitated for a moment, and endless pain penetrated her head, forcing her to immediately answer: "I accept it, I accept it!"
Chen Xuan smiled slightly and waved his hand to ask Kun, the God of the North Ming Dynasty, to stop.
In just a short moment, Qingyuan was tortured by the tight curse until her pretty face turned pale.
Ji Wushuang, Feng Yue and Chu Qingqiu followed Chen Xuan and flew to the weak Qingyuan. Even in the extremely weak state of the beautiful fairy in front of them, her appearance was still astonishing. Her face was elegant and unconventional, and she was dressed in all the clothes.
Wearing a light blue dress, she has a slim and graceful body, icy muscles and jade bones, and slender legs. This deputy is
The look of people being slaughtered brings out a tragic, powerful and beautiful temperament.
Chen Xuan stretched out a hand to hold Qingyuan's soft chin, forcing Qingyuan to look at him.
From Qingyuan's eyes, Chen Xuan could still see the dissatisfaction hidden in her heart.
If Qingyuan gave in so easily, she would not be the arrogant fairy Chen Xuan knew.
Even though Qingyuan looked like he was dying, a fatal blow might break out at any time, so Chen Xuan did not take off the golden hoop.
"You've said it, but you still want to kill me, right?" Chen Xuan asked coldly.
Qing Yuan responded in a weak tone: "Since I have been defeated by you, whether you want to kill me or behead me, please do as you please."
"I won't kill you, you are still of great use to this Evil Emperor." Chen Xuan's lips curled up with a trace of sarcasm.
Qingyuan seemed to have lost her mind, her beautiful eyes widened slightly: "Don't even think about humiliating me again!"
"Haha, compared to your body, your identity as the Great Luo Jinxian of Xiu Shui Sect is of higher value to this Evil Emperor." Chen Xuan said, changing the topic, "But, this Evil Emperor must confirm that you will grow old.
Be honest and obedient."
As soon as he said this, Kun, the God of the North Ming Dynasty, recited the tightening curse again with a clear heart.
"ah……"
Qingyuan couldn't bear it anymore and had to moan in pain in front of Chen Xuan.
It's just that this time she couldn't hold the golden hoop with both hands and roll in mid-air to relieve the pain. She could only gnash her teeth in pain under Chen Xuan's ruthless gaze, her face distorted, and the top-notch immortal sect Daluo Jinxian was full of ugliness.
Chen Xuan did this to completely defeat Qingyuan's self-esteem and make her truly realize what kind of situation she was in.
This is a process of conquest and surrender.
For Qingyuan, this humiliation made her even more ashamed and ashamed than the previous loss of her virginity to Chen Xuan.
She couldn't help but think in her heart, no matter how noble her status was, no matter how strong her self-esteem, and no matter how arrogant her character, could she be as arrogant as the Monkey King back then?
Even the Monkey King Qitian was tortured by a tight curse and knelt down in front of Tang Sanzang. Why should he continue to be tortured? The main reason is that this kind of torture is worse than death. Qingyuan feels that he can endure all kinds of cruel executions.
But the power of the curse is far beyond the physical torture.
