I was hiding from gods and demons at the beginning, but it turned out that I was the boss

This time, Qingtian's soul power broke through Emil's magic net, but less than ten seconds after entering the opponent's consciousness space, he was divided and strangled by Emil's soul power that was materialized into countless cutting knives.

“No need to struggle any more. Although we are both at the God level, the difference between being perfect and not perfect in controlling soul power is like heaven and earth.”

Emil digested Qingtian's soul power, wiped away the cold sweat on her forehead in a good mood, and traced along her smooth jawline to the open collar of her shirt...

"Laurendelle, you have no choice."

Qingtian's eyes were red, and the continuous use of soul power gave her a splitting headache. Everything around her was spinning, with layers of double images.

The figure of Emile in the dizziness pressed down on him, causing a sharp pain...

The sound of chains rattling suddenly rang out in the room, filled with frenzy and anger.

"Get out! Get out..."

The hoarse and choked voice was drowned out by Emile's cruelty, and Qingtian's resistance increased the burden on her body.

Dark purple blood smeared under her fair skin, her damaged tendons ruptured, and the chains on her hands, feet, and neck turned scarlet. Her breath went from chaotic to weak, and her whole momentum continued to drop.

Noticing that something was wrong, Emil panted and moved away, glancing at Qingtian with a suspicious look, "I didn't expect you were so badly injured..."

Laurendel can't die now...

After several healing psychics, Qingtian's condition stabilized.

Emile fed her a pill of medicine, stroked the red mark on her neck from the chain, and said sarcastically:

"At this point, are you still going to insist on your hypocritical justice? In a world where the strong prey on the weak, if you lose, you should admit defeat and submit."

"If you had been willing to bow your head earlier, you wouldn't be in this half-dead state now."

Qingtian's bloodshot eyes were moist. Although her consciousness was blurry, she could hear Emil's words. She knew that she had lost this round, and lost miserably.

But she didn't want to give in or submit.

"Hypocrisy...is never justice...justice...lasts forever."

Hearing this, Emil's face turned pale, "You are really stubborn."

"I wonder if you can maintain your current character after becoming a witch. The sight of justice falling... is really exciting."

As soon as he finished speaking, Emil's body suddenly disintegrated and turned into a blue-purple fluid filled with magic power.

The gel-like cold fluid flowed over Qingtian's skin and covered her completely, wrapping her tightly, and some of it slowly flowed into her body.

The suffocation and pain made Qingtian lose consciousness.

The blue-purple fluid flowed through her body, and the inherent devilish nature continued to penetrate her muscles, bones and internal organs, absorbing the spirituality within them.

The gray matter attached to the tendons and bones collided with the fluid and became intertwined.

Since the spiritual space was blocked by gray matter and the interior was barren, it was no longer suitable for planting demon seeds. The fluid carried Emil's soul and rushed to Qingtian's consciousness space.

There is enough soul power there, and it is the most suitable place to nurture the seeds of demon souls and cultivate demonic thoughts.

Thinking of the deliciousness of soul power, Emile became greedy.

Laurendel is already half disabled, and her realm will continue to decline as time goes by. Instead of letting her soul power dissipate naturally, it is better for her to become his nourishment.

Being able to devour most of the soul power of a demigod-level practitioner will bring infinite benefits.

Because the difference after reaching the perfection of the divine level lies in the soul power!

With anticipation and excitement, Emil finally entered Qingtian's consciousness space.

But as soon as he entered, he was stunned.

This place doesn’t look like an ordinary “space” at all, it’s more like an endless “starry sky”.

At this moment, the entire starry sky is in chaos.

The ball of light, as dazzling as the scorching sun, was roaring angrily, continuously emitting energy flares.

The stars in the distance are also rotating at high speed, releasing terrifying energy.

The lavender nebula that filled the starry sky flickered and surged, and contained within it the magical fluctuations that Emil was familiar with...

how so!

Laurendel has more than one soul? That terrifying ball of light is also her soul?

Why does she have demon blood?

Amidst the doubts, an inexplicable sense of horror came over him, and Emil discovered that his soul seemed to be locked by something!

At this moment, he noticed that a huge golden ball of light was approaching him unconsciously, and strands of light tentacles were emanating from the ball of light and extending towards his soul...

not good!

A strong sense of crisis spread in Emil's heart. He threw down the magic soul seeds he had prepared and planned to leave quickly.

At the same time, Qingtian was awakened by an uncontrollable feeling of hunger.

That is the hunger deep in the soul, the cry of every cell for supplies.

The scent of the soul made her tremble with excitement, her eyes were dark with desire and madness...

Countless light tentacles shot out from the soul ball and stuck tightly to Emil's soul. Emil was stopped before he could evacuate.

The moment the light tentacles came into contact with him, he suddenly realized that the huge golden ball of light was indeed Qingtian's soul.

The soul tentacles have the same soul breath and the same sweet smell...

But this time, the one who was absorbed was not the other party, but himself!

Emile struggled desperately like a mosquito entangled in spider silk, but to no avail.

The threads of light wrapped around the soul body became more and more numerous and denser, eventually completely wrapping him up in a cocoon of light.

In desperation, he controlled the magic fluid to wrap around the light cocoon, isolating the light ball from controlling the light tentacles.

Finally getting a respite, Emil quickly absorbed the remaining soul tentacles in the fluid, which could slightly make up for his losses.

Must leave!

Emil controlled the fluid ball and tried to escape from Qingtian's consciousness space, but he found that the fluid ball could only tremble slightly and could not move...

what happened?

Emil frantically directed the fluid ball to break through, but all in vain.

As time passed, the blue-purple fluid enveloping his soul became thinner and thinner, and the color became lighter and lighter.

The shadow of death loomed over Emil, causing him to collapse in despair.

In a trance, he seemed to see the broken woman on the bed...

no, do not want!

I don't want to die, I can't die!

Laurendel! Let me go! Let me go!

I don’t want to die!

The fluid ball was consumed in the roar, and Emil was in a brilliant golden color...

There seemed to be countless figures flashing in the golden color; many different voices were calling and narrating; various thoughts converged and collided with each other.

They embraced Emil and merged with him, pushing him to become one of them. Emil struggled and was angry, but finally became part of the golden ball of light.

Qingtian lay on the bed, licked his lips unconsciously, slowly lowered his eyelids and fell into a dream.

After devouring the god-level soul, the golden ball of light in the consciousness space finally calmed down. It swam slowly and contentedly, returning to its previous position, emitting a soft light.

The distant celestial bodies also calmed down and rotated in their respective orbits.

The lavender nebulae were active in the mind space, absorbing the remaining magic power of Emil...

Only a blue-purple seed floats alone in the air, looking for a suitable place to live.