Zhao Yingyan said confidently: "As the Abyss Envoy said, for people like me who are cultivating, Black Soul Stars abound. Since the Holy Emperor chose me first, I must have some outstanding features that are not comparable to superficial and impulsive people. ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Yingyan deliberately glanced at Li Wuyuan, his eyes were full of contempt, as if to say that Li Wuyuan was the kind of person who had an empty realm but was superficial and impulsive.

"Hmph!" Li Wuyuan snorted fiercely and held back.

Li Wuyuan scolded angrily in his heart: "Zhao Yingyan, you are so bold! You dare to point fingers at Sang and scold Huai? You should be proud for a while! There is a saying that feng shui turns in turns, sooner or later you will be caught by me, and then see how I clean you up!

"Holy Emperor, do you think I'm right?" Zhao Yingyan turned his gaze to the Holy Emperor again.

Listening to Zhao Yingyan's self-evaluation so confidently and arrogantly, the Holy Emperor not only did not get angry, but smiled with interest and said, "Go on." ”

Zhao Yingyan said: "You also said that as long as I follow you, you will help me climb to a higher peak, you won't break your word, right?"

The Holy Emperor stared at Zhao Yingyan, as if he wanted to see through Zhao Yingyan's soul.

Zhao Yingyan's gaze was very firm, and there was not even the slightest fluctuation in his eyes.

Eventually, the Holy Emperor spoke, "You kid is so proud! I've controlled the Black Soul Star for so long, and it's the first time anyone dares to talk to me like this. But I like it, because you have talent and proud capital. Since you want to break through to the Realm King God Realm so much, I will fulfill you!"

After the Holy Emperor finished speaking, he slapped his palm towards Zhao Yingyan.

"Zizizi!" The terrifying black power shrouded Zhao Yingyan like a black thunderbolt. From his body to his soul, he was baptized by this power. At every moment, the cells in his body are undergoing a process of continuous crushing and remodeling.

Zhao Yingyan roared in pain.

Soon, his figure gradually disappeared under the black mist.

The Holy Emperor said with compassion: "The power of my Holy Emperor is ten million times greater than the power of thunder, how can ordinary people bear it? If you are a dragon among men, you will be reborn from the ashes of a phoenix, and if you are a mediocre person, your form and soul will be shattered under my power and cease to exist in the universe." Whether you live or die depends on your creation. ”

Li Wuyuan laughed gloating in his heart when he heard this: This Zhao Yingyan is anxious for quick success, thinking that he can surpass himself by begging for strength from the Holy Emperor, is it completely an act of self-defeat! It will not be long before he will turn into ashes, and from now on, no one will be able to threaten his position.

He didn't pay attention to the other messenger, the green qin, at all. He thinks that Luqin is just a woman, and he has no capital to compare with him. Although Lu Qin is the head of the three envoys of the Black Soul Star, it is only a reward for her to curry favor with the Holy Emperor, how can she compare to herself in terms of strength?

However, Li Wuyuan was going to be disappointed......

In less than a moment, he heard a crisp sound from Zhao Yingyan's body.

With a few "bang, bang, bang......" sounds, a sky-high evil aura emanated from the depths of the black mist.

When the cold wind blew, the black fog dispersed, and the heroic Zhao Yingyan stood proudly in front of the Holy Emperor.

What emanated from him at this moment was actually the sixfold aura of the Realm King God, five small realms higher than Li Wuyuan.

Zhao Yingyan smiled evilly, and saluted respectfully to the Holy Emperor: "Thank you Holy Emperor for your kindness in rebuilding, from now on, Xiao Yan will definitely be more dedicated to the Holy Emperor, go to the soup and fire, and never give up!"

The Holy Emperor looked at Zhao Yingyan with a surprised gaze and smiled with satisfaction: "Zhao Yingyan, I really didn't see the wrong person! Very good, in the future, you will be a well-deserved envoy, and you deserve it." ”

"Damn, won't you?"

Seeing that Zhao Yingyan not only did not die, but broke through to a higher realm than himself, Li Wuyuan's face darkened.

How could he never have imagined that Zhao Yingyan's qualifications could be so rebellious, breaking through two major realms in a row, and leaving himself far behind?

This time it's too bad, I don't even have the only advantage in front of the Holy Emperor...... Zhao Yingyan was originally more cunning and eloquent than himself, and he flattered the Holy Emperor everywhere to make him lose power, and now that his realm is still higher than himself, he will ride on his head!

The Holy Emperor didn't notice the unhappy look on Li Wuyuan's face, he pointed to Yun Dao Dao who was resting on the cold ground with his heart about to stop beating, "Okay, now it's time to stage a crucial show! You go and strip out the two holy relics of this fox demon's private collection, the Ninefold Shrine and the Purple Lotus." ”

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Holy Emperor sent Zi Xuan to Ziyun Star to find four lost relics from the primeval era: the Heart of the Universe, the Ninefold Temple, the Divine Book, and the Purple Lotus.

But after coming to Ziyun Star, Zi Xuan fell in love with a mortal named Yunmo. The Holy Emperor spread rumors to bewitch the people of Lingze Village to kill Yunmo, and also made Yunmo suffer humiliation and torture before he died, not even leaving a whole corpse, so that Yunmo died without a place to be buried.

Thinking that these methods would make Zi Xuan afraid, she would obediently return to her after being punished. I didn't expect Zi Xuan to hate himself for that man, betray himself, and even use holy relics against himself!

In the eyes of the Holy Emperor, those four holy relics were originally in his pocket, which Zi Xuan had stolen privately, and now he had passed on two of them to that man's next life. This made the Holy Emperor even more furious.

The Holy Emperor tortured Yunhe like this, which had something to do with the deep accumulation of resentment in these tens of thousands of lifetimes ago.

As soon as Li Wuyuan heard this, he immediately stepped forward and asked, "Holy Emperor, this matter will be handled by Wuyuan for you!"

"Very well! then you can do it!" the Holy Emperor seemed to be more than pleased.

Without him, Li Wuyuan was the most cherished disciple in Yunhe's life, in order to resurrect Li Wuyuan, Yunhe exhausted his mind before he used the power of Purple Lotus to rescue him, and he was seriously injured for this. Now this apprentice wants to dig out the purple lotus from his soul with his own hands, isn't this a typical act of deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors, taking revenge, and being sent by heaven?

The Holy Emperor even looked forward to, Yunhe, if you haven't breathed yet, open your eyes as soon as possible and see how the little apprentice you desperately saved is treating you now!

In short, the Holy Emperor even had a resentful smile on his eyebrows.

Zhao Yingyan stood without snorting, staring at Li Wuyuan who was approaching Yunhe step by step with indifferent eyes, as if a layer of frozen glacier for thousands of years had been condensed on his face.

Finally, Li Wuyuan had already approached Yunhe, he leaned down, pressed the position that was grasped in Yunhe's heart with one hand, and then his divine thoughts pierced into Yunhe's soul like a sharp blade, and in Yunhe's broken soul like a river and a sea, he went to dig out those two holy relics!

Due to the invasion of his soul, Yun He groaned softly in pain in a coma, and the place where his heart was grabbed happened to be the place where he was pierced by the Heavenly Star Sword a day ago. The weakened shell could not be so devastated by Li Wuyuan, but in a flash, the wound was cracked, and blood seeped down from Li Wuyuan's fingers like a fountain of ghostly wounds.

Li Wuyuan's entire palm was already sticky with the blood that was still warm.

However, Li Wuyuan did not show mercy to his subordinates because of this, but used more strength to pull Yunhe's wounds.

Because it was really too painful, both the wounds on his body and soul hurt badly, and Yunhe finally woke up in pain.

He opened his eyes vaguely, and all he saw was Li Wuyuan's hideous face......

"Abyss...... Don't make a mistake again and again, okay......" Yunhe pleaded sadly, he was so sad that he couldn't even shed tears.

He knew what Li Wuyuan was doing to himself.

Li Wuyuan laughed mercilessly: "Damn fox demon, you will disgust me when you are dying! Is my name whatever you can call me? Hand over those two holy relics!"

At this moment, Li Wuyuan's hand touched the Ninefold Divine Temple hidden in Yunhe's soul, his eyebrows raised proudly, and he pulled it vigorously, breaking Yunhe's relationship with him, and forcibly pulled this holy relic out of Yunhe's soul.

The Ninefold Temple can be transformed into an endless space comparable to a small world, and at the same time, it can also be transformed into a very small object.

At this moment, the Ninefold Divine Temple was like a small model of a nine-story temple tower, firmly held in the palm of Li Wuyuan's palm.

Losing his natal magic weapon, Yunhe's torn soul was once again worse, and the poison of the Gulan Qingteng further eroded his soul. He coughed up another mouthful of blood, this time black.

"Wuyuan, do you know what you're doing......" Yunhe looked at Li Wuyuan in grief and despair.

Li Wuyuan sneered: "I still need to ask, I'm getting back what should have belonged to him for the Great Saint Emperor." Li Wuyuan said as he continued to use his divine thoughts to search for the second holy relic among the ruined souls of Yunhe.

It was very strange, he had easily found the Ninefold Divine Temple just now, but why couldn't he find the Purple Lotus? Could it be that he had neglected something?

He was unwilling, and continued to search in Yunhe's soul inch by inch, and where his divine thoughts passed, he deliberately turned into ten thousand sharp blades to further stab Yunhe's soul.

Every minute and second, Yunhe's soul endured the sharp pain of ten thousand blades penetrating.

Yunhe gasped and said word by word: "Wuyuan, you always say that I lied to you...... Since your god is in my soul, why don't you read my memory clearly...... What kind of person are you in my heart, soul...... You can't tell lies, do you?"

Yunhe's weak voice carried a kind of humble pleading.

For Li Wuyuan, this did not make him feel compassion or suspicion of the Holy Emperor, he could only feel that Yunhe was still trying to trick him when he was dying.

"Shut up! Your soul and memories are filthy! It makes me sick to the slightest! If it weren't for the Holy Emperor, I wouldn't have bothered to wait for you like this!" Li Wuyuan said, suddenly raising his right palm and slapping Yunhe's cheek fiercely!

"Smack!" made a crisp sound, and Yunhe's thin cheeks were flapped to the side by him.

The power of this palm carried the terrifying power of the Realm King God, and Yun He lost consciousness on the spot.

His eyes were still half-open, but his pupils had long since dilated, and he wouldn't even move. A few strands of blood-stained silver hair stuck to the white, blue cheeks, and a black palm print was evident on the right side of the face.

His limbs were limp and motionless, like prey on a chopping block to be slaughtered.

Seeing that Yunhe finally stopped hindering himself, Li Wuyuan glanced at Yunhe contemptuously and continued to check Yunhe's soul.

In order not to disgust himself, he also deliberately avoided Yunhe's memory.