Chapter 1222 Return of the Soul-Suppressing Beast (3)
"Then Shanghanyu Xianjun knows what you want this Soul Suppressing Cauldron for?"
"Of course I know."
Mo Yu was stunned, then understood, and then sighed.
Shang Hanyu did this, naturally for his daughter.
Poor father wants to protect his daughter, but he can't protect his self-blame and heartache.
He was even sent by the Emperor of Heaven to the underworld to check whether his daughter's remnant soul was extinct.
People in the world say that they do all kinds of evil in the devil world and are devoid of conscience, but in real comparison, their fairy world is truly inhumane.
"What are you guys going to do?" Jun Moyan interrupted their conversation angrily.
Nie Jiuque put away the soul-suppressing cauldron and walked over.
Looking down at him from above, he said in a cold voice, "Do you have any last words to say?"
"You said I owe you, but I want to know what I owe you?!" Jun Moyan gritted his teeth, the veins in the corners of his ears bulging fiercely.
"..." Nie Jiuque just looked at him without saying a word.
It is these eyes that Jun Moyan feels familiar every time he looks at them.
"Why, can't you let me die to understand?"
"People who are about to die don't need to know."
Gu Sheng and the others will not die if they lose a soul or soul, but Jun Moyan, who is the subject, is different.
The primordial spirit must be destroyed, and the world will disappear.
He didn't want to take off the mask and let him feel despair before he died.
Let Jun Wuchen, the second brother, live in his heart forever.
"Even if I owed you in the last life, why should I pay for it with my life without knowing it in this life? At least let me know what I owe you, and let me die willingly."
"Then you are not reconciled, go to die!"
Nie Jiuque flicked his sleeves and walked away.
"Who are you? Where did you hide Xiaoguai? Give it back to me."
Nie Jiuque stopped, but did not turn his head.
"You're thinking about my wife even when you're about to die. If you die a thousand times, it's still not enough to repay the pain of being separated from Ying'er for a thousand years."
"……What did you say?"
Jun Moyan was stunned.
His... madam?
Yinger?
"He's not your son, she's Xiaoguai, she's Wen Xiaoai, the princess of the cat demon tribe, and she's my wife! It belongs to me, Jun Moyan!"
Jun Moyan blushed anxiously, struggling frantically to get up.
Nie Jiuque took a few steps forward, and after retreating a certain distance, he turned and looked at him coldly: "Your wife? Soon, you won't even have the right to be delusional."
As Nie Jiuque said, he raised his hand and waved towards the palm of his left hand.
A cold light flashed, and there was a bloodstain on the palm of his left hand.
With a wave of his hand, the blood in his palm spilled out.
Blood was sprinkled under the bodies of Jun Mo, Yan Aisi, Gu Sheng and the others.
The blood seemed to activate something, and the ground beneath them glowed red.
A huge formation is looming.
As the blood lines connected, the huge formation gradually gathered and became clear.
Ace, Gu Sheng, Bai Tang, and Jiu Gui each occupy the four corners of the formation.
Jun Moyan is in the middle of the formation.
Nie Jiuque joined the index finger and the middle of his right hand, and after sticking to the blood from his left hand, he quickly drew a bloody spell in the air.
With a touch of the fingertip, the spell was placed on Jun Moyan's body.
Jun Moyan only felt a stabbing pain in his left chest.
He tried his best to look up towards his left chest, and found that the tattoo on his left chest was lit up, and the light penetrated through the clothes, making it very dazzling.
The formation below him followed suit.
The four of Ace, who had been in a coma, also began to respond.
Their faces became uncomfortable with the pain.