Week Two, I'm Really Not a Villain

Chapter 128 127: Xia Yue's Shock 【Subscribe! 】

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The two iron fists wrapped by the iron-armored wraith kept falling on the surface of the barrier like a gust of wind and rain, and countless circles of rippling light spots spread around in a rippled shape.

"Qin Luo, don't waste your energy!"

A voice of hatred came from behind.

Qin Luo turned his head and saw more than a dozen Soul Sect monks headed by Xiao Yan, all of them turned into streamers and rushed to kill them from far and near.

After all, that elder of the Soul Sect was also at the stage of transformation into a god. Liu Chengyin was able to intercept Xiao Yan and the others in a short period of time, but after a long time, it was inevitable that the monks of the Soul Sect would break through the blockade.

"This enchantment is called Prisoner's Sky Formation. Inside the enchantment, it forms a small world. It is the treasure of the Soul Sect. Even Qin Qingyue can't escape, let alone you!"

The treasure of the soul sect...could it be an immortal weapon?
Qin Luo's heart was dark, and he knew that the power of an immortal artifact was far from comparable to that of a heavenly artifact. If the enchantment in front of him was really an immortal artifact, it would be understandable for Qin Qingyue to be trapped in it.

"Who says I can't escape?"

Although he was in a bad mood, Qin Luo pretended to be indifferent on the surface, turned his head and squinted at Xiao Yan and the others who had attacked and killed him, spread his hands and sneered: "The little emperor was just sent out by me."

Xiao Yan and the others were taken aback for a moment, and it was only then that they realized something was wrong, only to see that Qin Luo was alone at the moment, and the little emperor who had run away in his arms had disappeared without a trace!
An ominous premonition surged into the hearts of everyone in the Soul Sect.

The only goal of their trip was to assassinate the little emperor, but the little emperor disappeared. What should they do? ?
"Qin Luo! Where did you hide the little emperor?!"

Xiao Yan and other Soul Sect cultivators were forced to stop their attacks and growled at Qin Luo to question him.

Qin Luo smiled contemptuously: "Don't you understand people's words? I said that the little emperor has been sent out of the enchantment by me. He probably joined the guard group at this moment. Wait for a while, and my father will commit suicide himself."

Everyone in the Soul Sect looked at each other in blank dismay, full of surprise.

"nonsense!"

Xiaoyan gritted his teeth: "The Prisoner Array is the treasure of the Soul Sect, why did you send the little emperor out? You must have hidden him!"

Just as Qin Luo was about to reply, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a slight bump in the soil under his feet from the corner of his eye. He took a step forward calmly and flattened the slight bump with one foot.

Uh...it hurts!
Under the ground that Xiaoyan and others couldn't see, Xia Yue who was buried below frowned in pain, gritted her teeth and said nothing.

The reason why she kept silent was not because she could bear it, but because she was simply frightened by Qin Luo.

Half a quarter of an hour ago, Qin Luo saw that he could not break through the barrier of the mask, and knew that Liu Chengyin would not be able to hold back all the soul cultivators, and sooner or later there would be soul cultivators chasing him, so he dug a big pit on the spot and buried Xia Yue in it.

In order for Xia Yue to hide herself well, before burying the little emperor alive, Qin Luo threatened her viciously:
"If you dare to be discovered by the monks of the Soul Sect, I will take off your clothes and let everyone at the scene admire your beautiful daughter body!"

Xia Yue possessed the backbone of an emperor, so she was so arrogant and arrogant, so facing Qin Luo's humiliating intimidation, she just kept her mouth shut.

……

"Believe it or not, anyway, the little emperor was indeed sent away by me."

Qin Luo's tone was full of arrogance, while flattening the bumps on the ground, he glanced at Xiao Yan and others with the eyes of the dead.

"It's still too late for you to run for your lives, otherwise, when my father comes, you will die without a place to bury you."

"Damn!"

Xiao Yan guessed that Xia Yue was hiding, and was provoked into a rage: "Take this dog thief down, I want him to live or die, and ask him about the whereabouts of the little emperor!"

As soon as the words fell, the other dozens of Soul Sect monks immediately attacked and killed Qin Luo from all directions without any hesitation.

"You can catch up with me."

In order to prevent Xia Yue from being affected by the aftermath of the battle, Qin Luo turned into a thunderbolt and charged high into the sky, pretending to escape.

……

"Dog thief, will he die?"

At the same time, Xia Yue, who was buried alive in the ground, had mixed feelings in her heart.

Of course she knew that Qin Luo's words and deeds seemed to be disrespectful and insulting to her, but she was actually covering herself wholeheartedly and attracting the firepower of the Soul Sect monks for herself.

"Bury me in the ground, facing so many soul cultivators alone, the dog thieves will definitely not be their opponents, and they will definitely die in their hands..."

That night in the bathing pool of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Xia Yue fought Qin Luo once, knowing that Qin Luo only had the second level of foundation building, and those Soul Sect monks with the lowest cultivation had the golden core stage.

For Qin Luo, this kind of fighting situation can be called an unsolvable deadlock.

After thinking about it, Xia Yue finally couldn't hold back the anxiety in her heart, and quietly stretched out her hand to loosen the loose soil on her head. Through the gaps between the soil particles, she saw a scene that moved her greatly.

In the sky, Qin Luo was wearing an iron armor Wraith, the power of Qi and blood and the power of thunder intertwined and lingering, like a god descending, the thirteen Soul Sect monks flew around and killed him.

"Ugh!!"

Qin Luo performed the Vajra Subduing Demon Roar and roared to the sky.

Layers of sound waves visible to the naked eye rolled and spread from his mouth to the surroundings.

"what!"

Xiao Yan originally thought that when he was promoted to the Nascent Soul stage, crushing Qin Luo would be as easy as killing chickens and dogs, but he didn't expect to be dizzy under his roar.

The Vajra Fumohou dealt a wide range of AOE damage. Even Xiaoyan and the other three Nascent Soul Cultivators were stunned for a short time, not to mention the other nine Golden Core Soul Cultivators. .

"Death to the Lord!"

Qin Luo used practical actions to tell Xiaoyan that he was not the only one whose combat strength was not what it used to be. he.

After all, Xiao Yan was at the Nascent Soul stage, surpassing Qin Luo's two major realms, and recovered from the dizziness in time, opened his mouth to spew out a golden Nascent Soul to meet Qin Luo's two major magic skills.

"boom!"

With a loud explosion, Qin Luo was forcibly knocked hundreds of meters away by Yuan Ying, and the armor barrier covering his whole body remained unscathed.

"Worthy of being the protagonist of the plot. I have mastered the heaven-level magic skills, and he has also broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, so he is still no match for him."

After trying out the details of Xiaoyan's cultivation, Qin Luo knew that he couldn't forcefully kill the opponent, so he quickly thought about tactics. At this moment, a chill came from the back of his heart.

He didn't even think about it, and immediately cast the soul needle, condensed the soul into a point, and pierced hard behind him.

In terms of single-target lethality, the Soul Needle is much stronger than the Vajra Fumohou. Behind Qin Luo, the Soul Cultivator of the Nascent Soul who attempted to backstab manifested. He felt a steel needle piercing his cerebral cortex, stirring his brain frantically. Son, the pain caused him to lose his consciousness, and he was completely unable to launch an attack.

(End of this chapter)