Villains: The Empress Master was poisoned, and the traitor was ecstatic

Puff!

Blood splattered, one arm left the body, and flew several meters across!

"Ahhhhh!!"

An Hensheng retreated crazily with his broken arm in his arms.

The sword was so fast that he couldn't dodge it in time, and he didn't even have the thought of resisting.

"Damn it! I'll fight you!!"

An Hate was shocked and angry.

With a roar, he burned his essence and blood, picked up the few remaining true essence, and frantically slaughtered them.

Bang!

However, just one punch.

Click!

Darkly hated Sheng's entire chest collapsed.

"You...what is your cultivation base?"

His face was full of horror, full of despair and shock.

"Sealing Marquis Realm? This is impossible!"

"You... how could you have such a powerful strength?"

He couldn't believe it.

Although Fenghoujing is stronger than him, it shouldn't be so strong!

Even in the King Conferring Realm, there is a gap between each layer, which is as different as cloud and mud.

But the person in front of him easily crushed him!

"Could it be the False God Realm?"

An Hensheng trembled all over his body, his heart stopped beating, like falling into an ice cellar.

False God Realm is a person who is extraordinary and refined, and has stepped into another realm.

In Suiyu Shenzhou, there are only two people who have this level of cultivation.

One is the demon king who just came out, and the other is the purple demon who just came out...

Unexpectedly, this little Qiongming Sword Sect actually has a False God!

"Saint, you have hurt me!"

Dark hatred gives birth to grief and indignation!

After all, he is also a prominent figure in Suiyu Shenzhou.

In the end, he got into trouble with such people because he was greedy for the beauty of the saint. It was simply unlucky.

"I'm not reconciled!!"

Ananhensheng looked up to the sky and lamented, his eyes were flushed, full of remorse.

He used to be brilliant and possesses not weak strength.

pity……

He met Chu Mo!

Chu Mo slashed at him with a sword, An Hengsheng was powerless to fight back, cut off all hope like an ant!

He could never dream.

When the magic cultivator was flourishing, he died on the eve of...

"Holy Emperor, it's your turn!"

With a wave of Chu Mo's hand, the Lost Soul Clock floated in the air, shining with infinite light!

hum!

A ripple spread out.

In an instant.

An Hensheng's consciousness was in a trance for a while, and then he regained his sobriety.

He looked up.

I saw Chu Mo standing in front of him with his hands behind his back, like a mountain standing upright.

And he himself was like a humble ant, kneeling in front of Chu Mo.

"no, do not want!"

An Hengsheng's eyes were full of horror, his pupils constricted, his lips squirmed, and he uttered three words with difficulty.

"I'm not reconciled!"

boom!

A huge coercion descended, instantly shattering his consciousness!

The light of the falling soul clock swept away, and the soul of An Hate Sheng was annihilated into ashes, and disappeared in this world forever.

Whoosh!

Anhensheng's corpse turned into a cloud of black mist and floated into the Lost Soul Bell.

hum!hum!hum!

The Falling Soul Bell absorbed An Hensheng's soul power, and immediately rang happily.

The falling soul clock with azure light, with runes surging on the surface, seemed to add a touch of brilliance.

"Ha ha."

Chu Mo stretched out his hand to caress the Falling Soul Bell, and felt the unparalleled power contained in it!

Immediately, a beautiful figure walked out of the Lost Soul Clock, it was the Immemorial Holy Emperor.

This absorption not only raised the Falling Soul Bell to a higher level, but also allowed the Primordial Saint Emperor to return to the cultivation base of the False God Realm.

Fortunately, she is now in the spirit state, not the real body.

Otherwise, with Chu Mo's current cultivation base, it would be difficult to match her!

The Immemorial Holy Emperor looked at the Lost Soul Clock, joy and satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

She is a weapon spirit, and once she advances, she will get an evolution.

If she can break through to a higher level, she can even reshape her physical body!

At that time, she will be able to return to her peak and roam the world once again!

"Uh…"

"You are hurt?"

The ancient holy emperor wore a blue dress, his black hair was loose, and his face was alluring.

Seeing that Chu Mo's breathing was unstable, he frowned.

"Joke, will this seat be injured when dealing with this small character?"

Chu Mo smiled disdainfully when he heard the words, and did not hide it at all.

"Then why are you out of breath?" the ancient holy emperor asked back.

"Cough cough..."

Chu Mo coughed dryly, showing embarrassment.

"Oh~"

"I know!"

The ancient holy emperor nodded and suddenly smiled.

"False..."

The ancient holy emperor looked at Chu Mo with a smile, with a playful smile on his pretty face:

"Let you raise so many women... I have a powerful pill, do you want to try it?"

"It's a solid foundation~"

The ancient holy emperor blinked his beautiful eyes, charming and seductive, infinitely alluring.

"Void?"

"This seat will be empty?"

Chu Mo was furious.

"Fine, fine, not false..."

The Primordial Sage Emperor chuckled, and gave the pill to Chu Mo.

"take it……"

"Ok?"

Chu Mo was taken aback, and looked down at the pill in his hand.

Insult, this is definitely an insult!

"Believe it or not, I will tell you..."

"come!"

The ancient holy emperor smiled coquettishly, and took the initiative to come over.

Chu Mo: "..."

Chu Mo was silent.

Provocation, definitely provocation!

"If you don't agree, come___ me~"

The ancient holy emperor said provocatively.

Chu Mo took a deep breath.

Swallow the mighty Great Returning Pill in one gulp...

"Damn, it's done!"

..........................

Demon Cultivation Realm, Nine Nether Demon Palace.

It is paved with gray stone bricks, carved beams and painted buildings, luxurious and magnificent, as if a huge palace is located in the mountains.

boom! ! !

A monstrous devilish energy suddenly shot up into the sky, penetrating the sky!

In an instant, the demonic energy was vast and surging, covering the area of ​​the Jiuyou Demon Palace for thousands of miles.

And in the center of the demonic energy, there is a huge black hole slowly rotating.

This black hole is dark and gloomy, as if leading to the Nine Serenity Hell, it has a great visual impact and makes people chill.

In this devilish energy, one could vaguely hear a shrill cry, like the roar of an evil ghost, which was creepy.

At this time, Jiang Pingying was no longer the submissive look she was back then.

She is known as the Yan Ji with Thousand Faces among the demon cultivators, and she is good at changing the appearance of various people.

Now, she is wearing a fiery red robe and is sitting quietly on the throne.

Below her was an old man with a stooped figure.

The old man's body was emaciated, his skin was pitch black, like charcoal, and his whole body exuded a strong decaying aura.

"Master, Anhensheng also failed!"

The old man spoke respectfully.

"I know, I hate being born as a waste of that guy, he will die if he dies, there is no need to make a fuss..." Jiang Pingying shook her head.

"Master already knew that An Hensheng would fail, so you still sent him..."

The old man was surprised.

"Hehe." Jiang Pingying chuckled lightly: "Isn't this Gong trying to test whether he is really the one chosen by the teacher!"

"It looks good now, and it's just a matter of using his hand to solve the trouble of Anhensheng!"

Jiang Pingying's eyes were shining brightly.

The dim light reflected on her fair and delicate face, which looked enchanting and charming, but also cold and compelling.

Like a manjusawa blooming in the dark night, it is beautiful but extremely dangerous.

"In this way, master won't be afraid that Chu Mo will compete with you for luck?"

The old man said worriedly.

Jiang Pingying smiled indifferently, and she was magnificent: "Just him?"

"He is not worthy!"