What evil can a dog have?

But even so, the revenge of killing his father is still unforgivable to Sang Yu. Even if this person looks so terrifying, even if Qing Emperor's strength is unpredictable, he still wants to avenge his father.

"What do you say! That's my own father!" Sang Yu struggled to get up, but Yan Luo firmly grabbed the thread wrapped around his ribs.The silk thread was tight on the ribs, and every time it was pulled was a heart-piercing pain.

At this moment, Sang Yu was not afraid at all, and wanted to crawl to find Emperor Qing to settle the score, but the thread on his chest became more and more painful, and finally made Sang Yu vomit a mouthful of blood.He looked back at Yan Luo, but Yan Luo still stubbornly pulled the silk thread in his hand, making Sang Yu unable to move.

"let me go!"

Yan Luo knew that Sang Yu was really angry this time, but he still grabbed the silk thread in his hand and refused to let go.

Emperor Qing only glanced at Sang Yu, treating him like an ant writhing on the ground, and didn't care.

He also holds a strand of silk thread in his hand, but what is different from Yan Luo is that what he holds in his hand is not one or two, but more than ten or twenty silk threads entangled into one strand.

This silk thread is a bundle of fairy silk, which is used to restrain and manipulate gods and monsters whose spiritual power is not as good as their own.This silk thread is difficult to untie, even with a magic hammer and axe, it can't hurt the slightest bit.

Binding fairy silk is a treasure that many gods and ghosts dream of. Even if Yan Luo was in the treasure pavilion in the heaven, Yan Luo only found two or three to bind Sang Yu. Unexpectedly, Emperor Qing had so many in his hand.

However, instead of admiring the richness and infinity of Qingdi's treasury, Yan Luo wanted to know who the person under Qingdi's control was, and it was worth using up so many bundles of fairy silk.

At the beginning, he buried silk thread for Sang Yu and took away a rib from Sang Yu's abdomen, which made Sang Yu extremely painful. People who had never cried out for pain in the past cried tears.With such a large bundle of thread in Qingdi's hand, I'm afraid he could have buried so many bundles of fairy silk by destroying all the joints of that person's limbs.

Just when Yan Luo was fascinated by looking at the bundle of fairy silk in Qingdi's hand, the silk thread suddenly changed, and the silk thread that was originally the color of white jade pearls suddenly turned into smoke gray.

This is a sign that the spiritual power of the manipulated person is exhausted.

Yan Luo's heart tightened, could it be that the spiritual power of the person being raped has been emptied?

In the past, when manipulating other people with bundled fairy silk, they all hoped that that person could become their slave for their own use. If their spiritual power was exhausted, they would be thrown away as waste, and similarly bundled fairy silk would be exhausted in an instant.

If others know that the spiritual power consumption of the person bound by the fairy silk is almost empty, they will sigh and be disappointed.

However, Yan Luo looked at Emperor Qing's expression, but it didn't look like he was disappointed, it was——

excited?

It was as if a long-awaited plan had finally come true today.

Hua Die naturally also saw the color change of the bundle of fairy silk in Qingdi's hands, and he couldn't help but congratulate Qingdi: "Congratulations to God for finally realizing his plan for so many years."

Emperor Qing squeezed the bundle of fairy silk tightly in his hand, and his eyes were filled with joy and excitement. He hastily ordered Demon Venerable Hua Die and Yan Luo: "Huadie, you can cultivate here for the time being, and Yan Luo, take Sang Yu and Yan Luo with you." I will go to northern Xinjiang together."

The conversation between Hua Die and Qing Di sounded like a riddle to Yan Luo. I don't know what they said and did for what purpose.

But vaguely, Yan Luo could sense that this matter was far from being as simple as they thought before, and the truth of Sang Yu's father's death might not be the end of all these events, and it might even be a very small event among them.

Yan Luo obeyed Qingdi's order, bent down and pulled Sang Yu up, he turned his body slightly so that Sang Yu could lean on him, but Sang Yu didn't appreciate it, and shook off Yan Luo's hand.

Yan Luo sighed, not understanding why he was asking for trouble, but the situation was urgent and he had to quickly follow Qing Emperor.

Then the three went to northern Xinjiang together.

The snow area in northern Xinjiang is open and covered with snow all the year round. It is a quiet and distant place.But at this time, Lu Chi, Fu Dishen, and "Emperor Xingshuang" had already turned the world upside down.There are huge storms rolled up by spiritual power everywhere, and the strong wind is mixed with snowflakes, like a blade. If an ordinary person steps into this field, his skin will be cut to pieces.

When Emperor Qing, Yan Luo and Sang Yu arrived, the storm had subsided a lot.Fu Dishen knelt alone on the snowy area of ​​the northern border, surrounded by a lot of broken icicles, which was enough to show how fierce the battle was just now.Bei Mingxuan Lord Lu Chi was exhausted and fell on the snowfield, and the "Emperor Xingshuang" not far away from him also maintained the same posture as him.It's just that the face of "Emperor Xingshuang" was buried deep in the snow field, making it difficult to see his face clearly.

This scene is exactly what Qingdi has been waiting for for a long time.

Emperor Xingshuang's divine power was exhausted, and King Chushen of Northern Xinjiang was also on the verge of collapse.

The two people who could threaten his plan were eliminated, and then, it was the best time for him to make a move.

Qingdi summoned his spiritual power, and the bundle of fairy silk in his hand flew along the trend, circling around his fingertips in the air.With the use of Qingdi's spell, Fu Dishen suddenly felt that his joints were pulled out and dislocated, and his limbs were distorted into terrifying and unimaginable shapes.

It wasn't until this moment that he noticed that there were white silk threads on his elbows, knuckles, and knees, one end was held in Qingdi's hand, and the other end was pierced into his own flesh and blood.The texture like a fishing line and the pain of piercing into the bone marrow all reminded Fu Dishen that when he dug out the demon pill and gave it to Lu Chi, after he fell into a coma, his body must have been taken away by Hua Die and Qingdi, and he was carried out. undergone a brutal transformation.

Fu Dishen vaguely visited the city where he grew up in his childhood——Antong. After visiting the teacher of the orphanage, Lu Chi found an abandoned house with residual spiritual power in a residential area around the orphanage. House.There is an iron cage hanging on the beam in the house, with a lot of blood and spiritual power left on it, it may be the place where they reformed themselves.

Fu Dishen wanted to move his arm, but he didn't use much strength, he just pulled it slightly according to his own intentions, but he didn't expect the reaction to be so intense: his arm hurt like it was cut into pieces .

"Beijiang King, long time no see." Emperor Qing tugged at the fairy-binding thread in his hand, he didn't care how heart-piercing pain Fu Dishen would bring to Fu Dishen with such a small action.

Fu Di raised his head and looked at Emperor Qing. It was indeed a long time since we met. The last time we met was here, in the icy and snowy field.

He took away his stable life and ruined all his plans.

Fu Di said the Qing Emperor's original address from his mouth coldly: "Fuxi."