After the truth came out, they begged me not to die.

Chen Zun was shocked, but before he could react, he was swept up by the demonic energy and knocked to the ground.

He was about to turn his fortune around, but found that the demonic energy entered his body and sealed his spiritual veins, making him unable to move.

Chen Zun's heart sank and he said loudly: "Devil, what have you done to me!"

Shen Lang's eyes were cold and he said calmly: "Since you want to die, I won't kill you, but I don't want to let you go and seal your spiritual veins. When Your Majesty succeeds in seizing the body, it depends on Your Majesty whether you will live or die. No mercy."

Shen Lang knew that his beloved daughter liked Chen Zun, so he gave her a chance. Unfortunately, Chen Zun didn't cherish her, but she also didn't want to kill him personally.

And Han Jinlong is the one who wants to kill Chen Zun the most, so it is best to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

really.

Han Jinlong was relieved when he heard this. He was really afraid that Shen Lang would let Chen Zun go.

Now as long as Chen Zun is not let go and trapped, when he succeeds in seizing the body, everything will return to the path planned in advance.

He laughed heartily and said, "Thank you so much, Palace Master Shen."

Shen Lang looked calm and said: "Don't thank me yet. The blood soul array will take down half of the soul later. Shen has important matters and cannot stay for a long time, so just take it away first. Your Majesty has no objection."

"Master Shen, please do as you please, I have no objection."

Even if Han Jinlong had objections, he would not dare not agree in the face of strength.

"That's good."

Shen Lang nodded slightly, walked to the door of the palace with his hands behind his back, and opened the door.

In the square outside, groups of people fell down, their blood and souls floating to the sky.

The entire sky was dyed a blood-red color, as if we were in an endless hell.

Chen Zun's heart dropped when he saw this scene.

At the same time, that deep feeling of powerlessness came to mind again.

He tried hard, but due to the unequal strength, he failed miserably.

And now, people kept dying in front of him, but he could only watch, unable to do anything.

He said angrily: "Devil, these are living beings. They have wives, children and children. They are flesh and blood. Why do you do this!"

Shen Lang did not turn around, but snorted coldly.

"The way of the strong is not to pity the weak, but to take advantage of them. If you are not cruel today, you will be surpassed by cruel people tomorrow."

"Bullshit! If everyone was like this, the world would be hell."

"You are right, this world is hell. The difference is that those of us in high positions can dominate the life and death of the weak."

Facing Chen Zun's roar, Shen Lang chuckled. He turned to look at Chen Zun and raised his eyebrows.

He walked over and leaned down, carefully looking at the angry look on Chen Zun's face.

"You are angry and desperate, but there is nothing you can do."

Chen Zun sneered: "What do you want to say!"

Shen Lang shook his head.

"Ruoyan once said that you are too soft-hearted and always consider others. This is a big taboo for immortal cultivators."

"You have never seen clearly the nature of this world. The law of the jungle and the strong have never changed. This world is constantly suffering. There are so many victims in the world. Can you save them?"

Chen Zun's face turned gloomy.

"You are not me, don't use your methods to teach me how to do things."

"I just want you to recognize the reality. Although the truth is unpleasant, it does no harm."

Shen Lang stared at Chen Zun, suddenly laughed, and patted his head.

"The look in your eyes tells me that you won't change."

"Now I finally understand why Ruoyan is devoted to you."

"You always have a compassionate temperament about the world, which is somewhat similar to my beloved wife..."

When Shen Lang said this, there was a hint of tenderness in his calm eyes.

It's unbelievable that a peerless demon has a soft spot deep inside.

Han Jinlong looked at Shen Lang. He didn't understand why Shen Lang would talk to a dying person as gently as he would to his descendants.

After coughing, he said: "Palace Master Shen, half of the souls and blood essence collected by the blood soul array have been collected. Look..."

Shen Lang and Chen Zun turned to look at the same time.

I saw scarlet blood dripping into the iron-black round cauldron in the palace.

And above the round tripod, there was a gloomy black air.

In that black air, countless villains were condensed, and illusory faces kept appearing and disappearing.

Shen Lang then stood up and walked straight over.

There was a hint of surprise on his face, which quickly disappeared from his eyes.

Shen Lang took out a dark wooden bottle. The mouth of the bottle was facing the black air, and the invisible suction pulled the black air into the bottle.

After a while, when all the black air was sucked into the bottle, Shen Lang blocked the mouth of the bottle with a cork and put it away with his backhand.

And above the cauldron, a steady stream of souls reunited.

Shen Lang said to Han Jinlong: "Thank you, Your Majesty. Shen has taken away half of the soul, and the rest is enough to refine two blood soul pills."

Han Jinlong smiled and said: "You and I each get what we need, why should Palace Master Shen be so polite?"

Shen Lang was not polite. He counted his fingers and said, "It's almost done. Shen has something to do and can't stay long, so he will leave first."

Han Jinlong made a gesture of invitation.

"Then I won't keep Palace Master Shen. After I'm done, I'll give you a big thank you. Palace Master Shen has nothing to do in the future, so please keep in touch with me."

After the two were polite.

Shen Lang looked around, his eyes rested on Chen Zun, and he muttered a few words.

"pity……"

His figure became fainter and fainter, until he completely disappeared in the temple.

There were only three people left in the empty hall.

I don’t know how long it took.

Chen Zun's expression was already a little numb.

But Han Jinlong looked at the blood in the iron black round cauldron getting stronger and stronger, and a pungent and unpleasant smell of blood came from the cauldron.

The smile on his face grew bigger and bigger.

Finally, a ball of blood-red liquid floated from the cauldron, with black air lingering on it, making it feel like they were blending together.

This mass of blood kept intertwining and seemed to be slowly solidifying into a pill.

Han Jinlong's face was filled with excitement and he laughed loudly.

"Hahaha……"

"After decades of planning, the Blood Soul Pill is finally coming true!"

Chen Zun looked at him looking like a madman and felt chilled in his heart.

But his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said coldly: "Hunjun!"

Han Jinlong stopped laughing, looked at Chen Zun, and said leisurely: "I am a foolish king. It's a pity that you can only use your words to curse."

"Don't be complacent. Even if you succeed, so many people in Daqi died at once, and the seven immortal sects will not let you go."

Han Jinlong said: "You don't need to worry about this. If I dare to do this, I have already been prepared."

The voice just fell.

The blood floating on the cauldron condensed into a blood pill the size of a finger.

After the refining of the Iron Black Round Cauldron, the first Blood Soul Pill finally took shape.

Han Jinlong put a piece of talisman on his body and couldn't wait to walk towards the iron black round tripod.

He reached out and fished it out, and the Blood Soul Pill fell into his hand.