Chapter 877 3 Points of Soul

Chapter 877: Three-Point Soul (Second Update)

The so-called fairy sorrow is a black net with amazing elasticity. There is a rune attached to each network cable. The bloody runes and the black network cable are like countless black and red poisonous insects entangled together. The bone-chilling coldness is daunting.

The large net has a radius of a hundred feet, and it is suspended in the largest prison in the Divine Prison. The empty prison is covered with mist from top to bottom, left and right, and has no actual walls. More than a hundred guards and chaotou of the execution hall were preparing various instruments of torture. From time to time, they raised their heads and smiled excitedly at Zhulong's spirit monster.

The candle dragon was tied to the Immortal Sorrow in the shape of a large font, and countless long black thorns that were thousands of times thinner than ox hair were found in the thin network cables, and even ordinary people's consciousness could not catch it. These black thorns, which were several feet long, pierced into Zhulong's body, twisting and intertwining within his body, turning into thousands of large and small imprisonment runes and becoming inseparably integrated with him.

Unless Zhulong self-destructs his soul, it is impossible for him to escape from the most powerful imprisonment weapon in the divine prison, Shenxianchou. This big net was used to imprison 64 of the 360 ​​most senior elders of the ancient gods in ancient times. A total of 64 of the most powerful ancient gods were trapped on the Immortal Sorrow. No one could escape successfully. Everyone was slowly drained of all the divine power in their bodies by Shenxianchou, and after converting it into Shenxianchou's own power, their souls dried up and died.

Now Wu Qi did not ask the jailer of the Divine Prison to activate the ban on Shenxianchou's ability to extract power, but so many black thorns seeped into his body that Zhulong's face became very ugly. However, the three-foot-tall skinny old man was trapped in such a large, dark and cold net, and he looked pitiful no matter how he looked at it.

Seeing Wu Qi and others walking in, Zhulong snorted coldly and turned his head in disdain.

Wu Qi strode to Zhulong's side and slapped Zhulong's face hundreds of times in a row. Zhulong's cultivation is extremely astonishing. The human form condensed by his soul is no different from the physical body. Wu Qi's slap slapped his face, causing his head to swing from side to side. The sound of the slap was loud. Wu Qi's current power is so terrifying. , Zhulong's face was beaten to pieces, and a large amount of purple-gold light liquid spurted out.

These purple-gold light liquids are the natal essence of Zhulong Yuanshen. Losing one drop is equivalent to a piece of soul being wiped out. The natal essence that Wu Qi lost by beating Zhulong was at least equivalent to the soul origin of all the immortal souls of several peak golden immortals.

Zhulong howled angrily: "King of East China Sea, you are so brave..."

Wu Qi didn't say anything. When Zhulong opened his mouth and yelled, he grabbed Zhulong's chin, stretched out his hand to clasp his teeth, and slowly pulled out Zhulong's two big teeth. down. With two crisp sounds of 'click', the two big teeth turned into two groups of intense purple-gold flames and slowly dispersed. Zhulong's face became quite pale again. Before Zhulong screams again,

Wu Qi took a three-edged wolf tooth thorn handed to him by a guard at the Si Xing Hall next to him, and slowly stabbed it into Zhulong's body from the heart.

This three-edged wolf tooth thorn is forged from the earth's core boiling poisonous gold. The so-called boiling poisonous gold in the center of the earth is a metal that has been soaked in the poisonous fire of the ancient core of the earth for countless calamities. The original five-element gold essence has absorbed a large amount of poisonous gas and poisonous fire. This kind of metal is also called evil gold. It has no benefit to practitioners at all. On the contrary, if it touches it, it will cause death. If the soul touches it, it will immediately fly away. Even people in the demonic path rarely use this kind of bad metal. Things make magic weapons, because they can't control the damage caused by boiling poison gold to themselves.

But Dayu specializes in mining this kind of evil gold, which is extremely harmful to cultivators, to make various instruments of torture. This three-sided wolf tooth thorn itself is forged from boiling poisonous gold. The saliva of the Gelsemium serpent, the brains of the nine-legged centipede and other vicious substances have been soaked in venom, and its lethality to the soul of the soul has reached its peak.

The wolf's fang thorn penetrated deeply into Zhulong's heart. Zhulong's eyes suddenly widened as his soul manifested, and he let out a high-pitched howl. His body changed color rapidly. The body that was originally the same color as a stranger suddenly turned completely black, and then quickly transformed into various colors such as red, blue, white, black, etc. Every time the color changed, Zhulong would feel pain. He had to roar and scream and tremble all over.

The sound of 'chichi' came from Zhulong's heart, and his heart was corroded with a hole the size of a fist. This blow severely damaged his soul. He has developed a strong soul that has been cultivated for countless years. At least 10% of his cultivation was lost.

The sun and moon shined brightly in Zhulong's eyes. He stared at Wuqi with bared teeth and roared: "My dear, how are you doing?"

Wu Qi coldly pulled out the three-edged wolf fang thorn and slowly aimed it at the center of Zhulong's eyebrows. He said calmly: "Zhulong, listen to me, no matter what ancient god or other identity you are, you are now a watchdog of my Dayu! Do you understand? You are just a watchdog now! "

Zhulong was so angry that his eyes bulged out. He roared angrily, spitting and cursing Wu Qi. But Zhulong's vocabulary was too small, and he just cursed Wu Qi as a "little beast" and "little bastard" over and over again. What did this negligible lethality mean to Wu Qi, who was born at the bottom of society?

He slapped Zhulong hard on the face, causing Zhulong's head to tilt to the side so hard that his head almost flew out. Wu Qi glared at Zhulong and sneered: "A qualified watchdog will at least bark a few times when a thief comes in. You, a watchdog, didn't even howl when your master was killed." No, I really don’t know what’s the use of keeping you?”

The wolf's fang stab stabbed into Zhulong's shoulder hard, and Zhulong let out a hoarse howl again. This time, a large amount of purple gold sweat spurted out from Zhulong's body. As the body of the manifested soul, every drop of sweat was transformed from the origin of Zhulong's soul. In just a few breaths, Zhulong's body It had become almost transparent, and he stared at Wu Qi bitterly, as if he wanted to swallow Wu Qi in one gulp.

Smiling slightly, Wu Qi pulled out the wolf's fang thorn and pointed it at Zhulong's eyebrows again: "A dog that can't even look at the door will be killed for meat. Zhulong's meat and internal organs, many people around me You'll be interested. Isn't that right, Golden Horn?"

The Jinjiao brothers and Jinyu sisters, who were originally very cute boys and girls, nodded at the same time. Their bodies from the waist up quickly expanded and turned into half of the ferocious flying ice fire dragon python. The four big mouths stared at Zhulong's spirit, and large amounts of saliva continued to drip from their mouths.

Zhulong's face became more and more ugly, the flying ice fire dragon python, and all the dragons in the world. Although Zhulong is an ancient god and has no blood relationship with the dragon clan passed down by Ao Buzun today, his body still belongs to the dragon clan. Even Zhulong was well aware of the power of the Flying Ice and Fire Dragon Python to the dragon clan. He had no doubt that the four ferocious beasts around Wu Qi could easily devour his body.

After pondering for a moment, Zhulong said lightly: "What do you want to know?"

Wu Qi looked at Zhulong in surprise. He shook his head and said, "No, you should be angry, you should be desperate, you should be hysterically insulting me, and you shouldn't talk to me so lightly!"

Zhulong looked at Wuqi in surprise, shook his head and said, "What's wrong? Unfortunately, I fell into the hands of villains like you..."

Wu Qi interrupted Zhulong's words and sneered: "According to your status and your cultivation level, I have destroyed more than 70% of your soul cultivation level, but you can still be so calm and calm with me as if nothing has happened. Tell me, do you have such great magnanimity? If you are really the Divine Seal Throne, why would the Holy Emperor imprison you in the palace and use it as the hub of the great formation, and still not release you after so many years?"

Zhulong was silent. He looked at Wuqi curiously and asked, "So, why do you think this is?"

Wu Qi narrowed his eyes and laughed, and he nodded: "Old Zhulong, your true body is still outside. I have not removed the Xuanyuan Demon-Slaying Sword Formation, so your true body cannot escape. Are you willing to be so powerful? Physical body?"

Zhulong looked at Wu Qi even more surprised: "King of East China Sea, what did you say? My soul is here, how can I escape?"

Wu Qi stared at Zhulong blankly for a long time, then suddenly started to raise his voice. He grabbed Zhulong's spirit, opened his mouth and swallowed him into his mouth. A strange aura spread from Wu Qi's body, and the first innate thief's aura extracted all the soul energy that Zhulong had just lost from the surrounding void, and continuously injected it into Wu Qi's body.

Wu Qi's soul grew rapidly, and Zhu Long's soul was wailing in pain and struggling in his body, but under Wu Qi's strong suppression, where could he struggle? In just one cup of tea, Zhulong's soul was completely digested by Wu Qi, and all the memories in his soul were squeezed out by Wu Qi.

No information related to the assassination of Emperor Hao Zun was found in Zhulong's soul. It seems that he has been practicing there for so many years and has never participated in anything outside, just like the instructions given to him by Emperor Xuanyuan. . But what interests Wu Qi is that there is a clear memory in this soul - Zhulong suddenly obtained a secret method three kalpas ago, when Emperor Hao Zun just ascended the throne. Yuan Shen successfully evolved into Sanjo.

One old, one middle, one young, the old, middle and young three corpse souls, this secret method has made Zhulong's Taoism progress greatly, and he has almost been able to escape the restriction imposed by Emperor Xuanyuan Huang on him. With the help of the Hongmeng brewing in the top of his head, The power of the first candlestick in the world, the Sun and Moon Candle, can in turn control the final city defense formation in Liangzhu.

It's just that Zhulong made a complete mistake this time. He handed over a piece of Yuanshen's perfunctory investigation to Wu Qi, but he never dreamed that Wu Qi would not reason with him at all, and would directly use such barbaric means to incarnate him, an old man. The soul swallowed it up and searched his memory.

With a sinister laugh, Wu Qi said in a deep voice: "This Zhulong really has a ghost in his heart. There is no information related to His Majesty's assassination in this soul. So where are the two remaining souls?"

Before he finished speaking, the earth suddenly trembled violently.

A roar of rage and madness rose into the sky, and even Wu Qi, who was in the Divine Prison, could hear it clearly.

"King of East China Sea, you despicable boy, give me back the soul of my three corpses!"

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