In the Barbarian Country Wind City, a flash of light flashed in the teleportation array, and the figure of Sikong Saint appeared.

"Damn, the three traps I laid didn't kill him, how could there be such a monster!"

Sikong Sheng really couldn't figure it out.

These three serial schemes, any one of them is enough to make an invincible immortal desperate hate on the spot, especially the giant statue left by the Barbarian Venerable, which is the pinnacle of the king, who comes and who dies, and the result is inexplicably broken.

The more Sikong Sheng thought about it, the more incredible he felt, there were too many of Murong Han Yi's methods, and they were endless, so many that they were terrifying.

"No matter, the barbarian country is no longer saved, as long as you dare to go to the Academy of Gods, no matter how many means you have, I will tell you that there is no return!"

Sikong Sheng cursed as he ran towards another teleportation array.

However, Sikong Sheng hadn't taken two steps before he suddenly paused, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the whole person froze there.

In front of him, a one-meter-long black dragon appeared at some point, with claws and two whiskers, and its appearance was somewhat similar to that of the legendary dragon.

"Sikong Sheng, do you want to escape?" Murong Han Yi looked at him, a sarcastic sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Hearing that familiar voice, Sikong Sheng was shocked.

"You are Murong Han Yi!"

"That's right, this is my essence, the essence that you and the Theological Academies have worked so hard to find is a dragon!" Murong Han Yi looked at him with a sneer.

"Dragon?" Sikong Sheng's pupils contracted, and his heart was shocked beyond measure.

The dragon, since ancient times, has been a legendary divine beast, and it is the supreme existence in the Ten Thousand Valley Continent, and it is rumored that the creation god of the Ten Thousand Valley Continent is a divine dragon.

Murong Han Yi's ontology, is it a dragon?

Sikong Sheng's face turned pale, and he couldn't express his mood at the moment in words.

"Knowing my secret, do you think you still have a chance to live?" Murong Han Yi looked at him indifferently, as if he were looking at a dead person.

Sikong Sheng's face kept changing, and after a while, he suddenly calmed down, revealing a mocking sneer: "Murong Han Yi, I thought you were a smart person with many means and no last resort, but I didn't expect you to be so stupid, I still overestimate you!"

"What do you mean by that?" Murong Han Yi looked at him with interest.

"Hehe, your identity was well hidden, even I didn't expect that you would be a dragon, but you took the initiative to tell me, who is to blame for killing yourself?" Sikong Sheng sneered.

Hearing this, Murong Han Yi laughed: "Sikong Sheng, since I dare to reveal my identity, I don't worry that you will walk out alive, do you think, I didn't see it, you are a flesh and blood incarnation?"

Sikong Sheng's sneering expression instantly froze, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't calm down anymore.

"What do you mean!" Sikong Sheng's face was shocked.

"I mean, even if you are the embodiment of flesh and blood, I have no worries, you will reveal the secret, because, you will definitely die!" Murong Han Yi stared at him and said word by word.

Sikong Sheng's face changed wildly, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Even if you kill my flesh and blood incarnation, my body will be a little backlash at most, what can you do to me? Now I will blow myself up, and then announce your identity to the world!"

As soon as the words fell, Sikong Sheng's body swelled suddenly.

Murong Han Yi stared at him, his pupils became transparent, and the terrifying time law fluctuations spread out, directly freezing him in place.

Sikong Sheng's swollen body froze, but there was an unconcealable horror in his eyes.

"Destroying your flesh and blood incarnation really can't destroy you, but I can destroy your soul, once the soul dies, what's the use of more incarnations?"

Murong Han Yi didn't say a word, and the vast soul turned into a soul needle and pierced into the sea of consciousness of Sikong Sheng.

In any case, Sikong Sheng's soul is only one, and as long as his soul is destroyed, the main body will also die.

But Murong Han Yi didn't intend to destroy him, he turned him into a soul slave first, and inquired about the situation of the Academies.

Murong Han Yi's soul power surrounded Sikong Sheng's sea of knowledge, and entered one soul imprint after another, and Sikong Sheng's eyes suddenly fell into a state of confusion.

After about ten minutes, Sikong Sheng was completely enslaved, Murong Han Yi let go of his heart, and Sikong Sheng immediately clenched his fists and bowed: "Master!"

Murong Han Yi asked, "Where is your body?"

"Back to the master, the body is in the Academy of Gods. Sikong Sheng said respectfully.

Murong Han Yixin said, as he expected.

"Very good! Let me ask you again, what is the conspiracy of the Academy of Gods?" Murong Han Yi continued.

Sikong Sheng fell into a state of contemplation, and then shook his head: "I only know that the Academies of the Gods and the King Kong Temple have joined forces to arrange a large array, and I don't know anything about the rest. ”

"You didn't know the core news?" Murong Han Yi was stunned.

"No! The Ancestors of the Gods were not at ease with me, and even sent people to spy on me, so I acted alone and laid out the overall situation in the Barbarian Country, wanting to capture the master with my own hands and open their eyes. "The Holy Path.

This made Murong Han Yi very surprised, could it be that Sikong Sheng was excluded from the Academy of Gods?

Murong Han Yi pondered for a moment, seemed to think of something, and hurriedly asked, "Aside from the King Kong Temple, have the Academies cooperated with other forces?"

Hearing this question, Sikong Sheng frowned tightly and stopped talking.

"I'm not sure, it seems like ......"

Speaking of this, Sikong Sheng's pupils suddenly widened, as if he had seen something terrifying.

"Wow!"

Subsequently, Sikong Sheng's body disintegrated and turned into a pool of blood under Murong Han Yi's nose.

"What!" Murong Han Yi froze in place.

"What's going on?"

It was only at this time that Mo Wen was late, and he happened to see the scene of Sikong Sheng's transformation into blood and water.

Murong Han Yi was still stunned, his face constantly changing.

"I enslaved Sikong Sheng, but something seems to have happened to his body, he should have been killed. Doubts flashed between Murong Han Yi's eyebrows.

"Someone noticed that Sikong Sheng was enslaved, so they killed him?" Mo Wen was shocked.

"I don't know, it stands to reason that when manipulating the flesh and blood incarnation, the Sikong Saint Body can only sit still, and it is unlikely to be detected, unless there is a master who is proficient in the soul and stares at him all the time. ”

Halfway through his words, Murong Han Yi's pupils suddenly shrank, and he blurted out almost subconsciously: "Dark Witch Sect?"

There are very few people who are proficient in the soul in the Ten Thousand Valley Continent, and even the soul skills are pitiful, Murong Han Yi thought about it, among his enemies, only the Dark Witch Sect has this ability.

"Unlikely. Mo Wen shook his head.

"First, the Dark Witch Sect and Canghai Academy don't have a deep hatred; second, the Dark Witch Sect shouldn't have rushed to the Ten Thousand Valley Continent for that little treasure and set up such a big situation; third, the Dark Witch Sect eats people and doesn't spit out bones, unless the Ancestors of the Gods are crazy, they will never cooperate with that group of guys who are not human and ghostly. ”

Mo Wen's analysis was very reasonable, and Murong Han Yi thought it was true when he heard it, and he couldn't find a reason to refute it.