Chapter 29: Non-Recognition
"Ahh Mole ant, you filthy bastard, dare to hurt me. The thunderous shouts suddenly erupted in this piece of heaven and earth, echoing endlessly, and many disciples of the Gathering Star Sect were also shocked and died on the spot.
The strong overnook hit Luo Jing positively, making his qi and blood boil, and a mouthful of fishy sweetness choked on the corner of his mouth.
Fortunately, this attack was only aimed at Luo Jing, so that the elders of the Ethereal Palace, who had lost their Xuan Qi and were beaten by the disciples of the Gathering Star Sect, did not receive much damage.
Considering that the elders were affected, Luo Jing quickly swept out of the main hall, and the old man followed. Kong Xiu didn't plan to just let Xue Lao and his party go.
instructed the disciples of the Gathering Star Sect to lift the elders whose ribs had been broken and chased in the direction of Luo Jing's escape......
"Boom!"
The Xingtian Beast's eyes were full of unwillingness and disbelief, and it fell to this snow-soaked land, it couldn't figure it out, it couldn't figure it out, it just promised Kong Yuanjian, a little ant, to serve him for three years.
It's just a simple fight, and then you can go back by yourself, this promise that Kong Yuanjian gave it made the Heavenly Torture Beast agree to Kong Yuanjian without hesitation.
After all, after he escaped the extermination assassination since ancient times, he has been sealed on a porcelain vase, and it was Kong Yuanjian who released him from that boring place.
Their Xingtian clan has always been warlike, helping Kong Yuanjian to kill, and that was when Xingtian was most excited.
When it came out, it had already sensed the lack of spiritual energy in this piece of heaven and earth, so as an ancient beast, Xingtian became even more arrogant.
Temporarily, its huge eyes stared at Du Moyan's figure, and it couldn't understand that an ant at the beginning of Yuan cultivation was actually the one who took his life.
In the midst of all his unwillingness, the Heavenly Torture Beast fell to the ground with a bang, ending his dramatic version of his life. The giant one-eyed slowly closed. Its body, turned into countless fragments, dissipated in this void...
And Du Moyan's gaze turned to the ethereal inner courtyard where the Xuan Qi was surging......
Du Moyan didn't pay attention to Kong Yuanjian's self-directed and self-acting, her expression was still faint, her red lips opened and closed, and a sentence that hit the point came out of her mouth: "What qualifications do you have to ask me to let you go?" Or rather, you alone can't exchange so many lives from our Ethereal Immortal Palace? β
After a pause, no longer looking at Kong Yuanjian's slowly darkening face, Du Moyan seemed to be talking to himself to the surrounding Ethereal Palace disciples: "Oh......! Understood, it turned out that this honorable Young Sect Master of the Star Gathering Sect did not have the same face in the Sword Pavilion as rumored by the outside world. β
stepped on Kong Yuanjian's back with a fierce kick, and he gasped: "Hiss~ stinky girl, you dare to step on me!" Kong Yuanjian scolded angrily with an angry face.
"If I step on it, I will step on it, I just step on a defeated general, a lost dog, what can I not step on." The gorgeous red lips once again pulled out a sarcastic arc, and Du Mo's beautiful face was already full of mockery at this moment.
Kong Yuanjian seemed to realize his situation at this time, and softened his tone a little: "You let me go, I have a very high status in the Sword Pavilion, I can swear in my name that I will never trouble the Ethereal Immortal Palace again." β
Du Moyan didn't even look at him, the words in his mouth were like sharp knives, and his words were sharp: "Since you said that you have a high status, wouldn't it be better and better to exchange you for you?" Well? β
With a seemingly random kick, it was attached to Kong Yuanjian's wound again, and Kong Yuanjian let out a shocking roar: "Stinky girl, you are dead, I want you to experience the taste of Goolan Washe, I want to scratch your bitch face, I want you to regret provoking me Kong Yuanjian." β
Kong Yuanjian roared loudly with a crazy expression, kicked this waste to the edge with one kick, and threw it to the disciple of the Ethereal Immortal Palace, Du Moyan's tone was indifferent: "Take this waste, let's go to the nest of the Gathering Star Dog." β
After tying up Kong Yuanjian, Du Moyan and his party rushed towards the direction of the Ethereal Immortal Palace.
"Little cub, you continue to escape, such a thing as oil on the soles of your feet, your Luo family is quite smooth to do." The old man glanced at Luo Jing angrily, and there was a faint light in the eagle's eyes.
Luo Jing turned around expressionlessly, and glanced at this old dog who kept trying to get involved with some bullshit Luo family, and insulted his mother with words.
There was a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes, and his mother was right, people are good at being bullied, horses are good at being ridden, and animals should not be greeted with etiquette when treating people.
As his thoughts soared, in Luo Jing's hand, the silent Xuan Qi rose up slowly, slowly injecting into the figure of the jade unicorn that appeared behind him.
The furious jade unicorn roared wildly, and the huge beast's feet fell from the sky, pounced on the old thief of the Sword Pavilion, its sharp claws showed a cold arc, followed by the explosive unicorn, ready to kill this old dog with one blow.
Even when he saw that this old dog was about to be hit by the Qilin, Luo Jing's face was not the slightest relaxed, he would not be naΓ―ve enough to think that an elder from the upper realm would not have the slightest means to save his life.
Sure enough, on the hilt of the Sword Pavilion Elder, a faint black qi rose up, enveloping him, and the Qilin stepped down solidly, but it was like a void.
The old man smiled strangely at Luo Jing, disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, it was behind Luo Jing. He tugged at the corners of his lips meaningfully, and a mysterious mist emerged from his hands.
Those black mist were like kraft candy, persevering around Luo Jing's body, surrounding him.
Countless black mist seemed to have found their way home, drilling straight into Luo Jing's skin, veins, and bones, and finally converging in the direction of the unicorn phantom behind Luo Jing.
This cunning mist, its target was obviously Luo Jing's innate supernatural powers, and the endless painful texture came out of Luo Jing's body, forcing Luo Jing to roar, which was extremely poignant.
"Old dog, what have you done to me?" Luo Jing bit the tip of his tongue, forced himself to sober up a little, and asked the old man sharply.
The old man smiled weirdly, and the corners of his mouth rose: "Boom...... Good boy, my good prey, it won't hurt after a while. β
When he said these words, the old man's face showed a strange kind smile, and the tone of his voice became more and more gentle, and even his body got closer and closer to Luo Jing's ear, as if he was whispering softly to his lover.
Luo Jing's expression stiffened inch by inch. The changes in his body made him realize that this damn old dog was probably trying to take away his natural powers.
Although he had never heard of someone who could plunder other people's natural powers, the strange behavior of this old dog made her have to believe it.
If he continued to maintain a passive defense like this, then his natural supernatural powers would definitely be deprived by this old dog. Thinking of this, Luo Jing's eyes sank, and he sighed in his heart, it seemed that he still had to use life-saving tricks.
Ethereal Palace Mountain Gate
The two Gathering Star Sect disciples yawned boredly, walking back and forth, and one of the disciples poked the disciple next to him, and said a little unwillingly: "Hey! Big brother, don't you think it's unfair? β
Another serious patrol disciple heard this, his face was puzzled, and he hesitated for a long time, but he finally muttered: "What did Brother Tai say? β
The reluctant man looked around cautiously, beckoned to the man who was puzzled, and when the man came over, a triumphant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Go down and ask Lord Yama! Gathering Star Dog. The words full of resentment suddenly exploded in the disciple's ears.
The disciple raised his eyes and staggered to cover the bloody wound on his abdomen, his eyes full of incredulous staring at the man opposite.
The man had already tore off a small mask from his face briskly under his gaze, and the boiling Xuan Qi in his hand slowly subsided.
The disciple of the Gathering Star Sect who covered his wounds fell to the ground on his stomach, watching the mountain guards who he got along with day and night become a living person in front of his eyes.
Unwillingly, his eyes widened, and he wanted to scream a few warnings, but he was killed instantly......
"Alas! is worthy of being the first person in the last Inner Courtyard, Nie Feng's demeanor deserves to be the mainstay of our Ethereal Immortal Palace. The elders sighed as they quickly groped their way into the inner courtyard.
A sharp blade burst out from Luo Jing's body, a blade covered in a white halo, and a two-finger-wide blade reflected a turquoise light.
When this knife came out, the old man's face stiffened, because he clearly sensed that the black mist he sent out had lost contact with him, and the blade was like a worldly overlord, tearing through those shadowy mist with a strong attitude.
When the blade glowing with pure white light appeared in his eyes, the old man exclaimed even more: "How is it possible! How can it be! How can it be a hidden god......"
The old man was talking to himself in a trance, and while the old dog was in a trance, the knife had broken through all the fog and swallowed them all, and seemed to shake it a few times with satisfaction.
Like a drunken child, it wandered around searching, trying to find more black mist, and as the old man's gaze swept towards it, the knife rushed straight towards the old man of the Sword Pavilion as if it had a spirit.
It smelled a familiar smell on this old man, it was the kind of smell it liked, and the blade of the knife sent out a strong idea, he wanted to go to the old man's side, and the blade of the knife shouted anxiously at Luo Jing.
Luo Jing was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came back to his senses, controlled his mind, and let the knife fly to the old man's side.
The knife glowed with a faint blue light, hovering above the old man's head in the Sword Pavilion, locking him up quickly, and the blade trembled happily a few times again, as if he was overjoyed that he had caught his prey.
The blade slashed horizontally towards the old man, the startled old man was covered in cold sweat, closed his eyes in resignation, and the screams sounded, but it was not the voice of the elder of the Sword Pavilion, Luo Jing's face became extremely gloomy in an instant.
An elder of the Ethereal Immortal Palace had fallen to the ground with his breath dying at this moment, half of his body was gone, and the remaining half of his body was also slowly eroded by the strange white light.
Kong Xiu held a group of elders of the Ethereal Immortal Palace who had no power to fight back, and with rare eagerness in his words, he threw those elders to the ground, rushed to the old man of the Sword Pavilion, and asked, "My lord, are you okay?" β
The old man patted his disheveled clothes angrily, looked at the kid opposite with a gloomy expression, and ignored Kong Xiu's words.
This made Kong Xiu, who was originally going to be a sycophant, suddenly unable to hang up on his face, and after a moment, Kong Xiu's face once again piled up a hypocritical smile.
His tone was full of cautious compliments, his body curled up slightly, and he stood respectfully in front of the old man of the Sword Pavilion and said, "My lord, this kid won't bother you to do it, I'll just solve him." β
As if he was afraid that the old man would misunderstand, Kong Xiu hurriedly added: "I don't say this to question the ability of adults, I just don't want such a kid to dirty my hands, don't blame me for talking too much." β