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At this time, a big black hand suddenly shot out from the dazzling lightning, spanning a distance of more than ten feet, and grabbed the strong man from behind.
The strong man did not look back, but he could feel the coldness coming from behind him. His face suddenly turned pale, and he sacrificed the spiritual sword beside him without looking back.
But the spiritual sword went straight through the big black hand, and the big black hand didn't pause at all and continued to grab the strong man's back.
The strong man was so frightened that he exclaimed loudly
"Fellow Daoist Qian, save me."
Han Changlin glanced at Mu Qingxue beside him and found that she didn't even raise her eyelids. The big black hand penetrated the strong man's body and pulled out a ball of light emitting a hazy cyan aura from his body.
A voice begging for mercy could be heard from within the light mass, begging and pleading. Between the lines, he only hoped that the purple-haired young man would be merciful and be able to give him a happy life and let his origin return to reincarnation.
Unfortunately, the expression of the purple-haired young man did not change at all. After the big black hand was retracted, the strong man's soul shrank to the size of a fist, just like the old man named Qing, and kept beating in the palm of the purple-haired young man.
He seemed to be trying to escape, but was tightly bound by an invisible force.
"boom."
This time, the purple-haired young man did not devour the strong man's soul. Instead, he exerted a little force and clenched his fingers fiercely. The strong man's soul suddenly exploded and turned into scattered auras.
And then a group of pitch-black flames swept across, completely annihilating these spiritual lights.
Obviously, the purple-haired young man did not put the strong man's origin into reincarnation, but completely killed him, which can be regarded as the death of both body and soul.
After doing all this, the purple-haired young man withdrew his gaze and then turned to Han Changlin and others.
"You want to kill me?"
"good."
Mu Qingxue also answered without hesitation.
"Do you know my origin?"
The purple-haired young man asked with an evil smile on his face.
"The demon soul clone of Umoluo, the Supreme Elder of Canglang Prairie."
Hearing this, the smile on the purple-haired young man's face suddenly froze, a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes, and then he made a "tsk tsk" sound.
"I didn't expect that my identity would be discovered by a low-level monk in the foundation-building stage. This surprised me. But since you know that I am the demon soul clone of Umoro, you still dare to come to me. Trouble, I really don’t know if you are stupid or ignorant.”
"So what if you are Umoro's demon soul clone? Besides, Umoro is in seclusion, and this demon soul clone cannot transmit information to Umoro in real time. We can only wait until Umoro comes out of seclusion. Only by assimilating memory through distance can you know everything that happened to you."
"As long as you are dead, it will naturally be impossible for all this to reach Umoluo's ears."
"You are right, but you have forgotten one thing. Once I die, even if I am in seclusion, I will be able to sense it. Then I will definitely come out of seclusion in anger and take me with me from Canglang Prairie. The monstrous demonic flames have once again entered the Liang Kingdom. Is this really the price that your Liang Kingdom can bear?"
Hearing this, Han Changlin and the others suddenly realized that they finally understood the purpose of this mission, which was to kill the demon soul clone of Umoro and anger him, once the Canglang Prairie clan really attacked Liang Kingdom in a large scale.
Naturally, the Liang Kingdom no longer had the energy to plot against the four major sects of the Zhao Kingdom.
Thinking of this, Han Changlin couldn't help but admire Mu Qingxue. This woman was not simple. She actually came up with such a plan to attract tigers and drive away wolves. No wonder the Yuanying old monsters from the four major sects were also very cooperative and fully supported this. .
Hearing this, Mu Qingxue's face showed no signs of strangeness at all, and she said calmly:
"Compared to letting Umoluo obtain the Innate Demonic Stone and practice Jieluo's Nine Transformations Spirit Art, I, the Liang Kingdom, would rather bear the consequences of another war between the two countries."
"Besides, as long as Umoluo doesn't practice Jie Luo's Nine Transformation Spiritual Art to a great level for a day, it would be just wishful thinking for him to destroy our country, Liang."
"Very good. It seems that I have indeed underestimated your Liang Kingdom. However, it would be a bit wishful thinking to try to kill me with just a few of you little miscellaneous fish."
"Do it."
Mu Qingxue gave a soft drink, then slapped the storage bag on her waist, and a dark green crescent moon shot out from it, then split into nine parts, dragging a long dark green stream towards the purple-haired young man.
Han Changlin and four others also took action at the same time. Kuang Hantian sacrificed one gold and one red, and a pair of golden fire hooks.
After Chi Yunyun thought for a moment, she took out a small bell from her storage bag and floated it above her head. As the clear bell rang, sound waves rushed towards the purple-haired young man.
Han Changlin slapped the storage bag on his waist, and a spiritual light shot out from it, including a palm-sized shield and a three-foot sword.
It was Han Changlin's Cloud Blocking Shield and Xuanyan Sword. The Cloud Blocking Shield turned into a ball of misty spiritual light, constantly rotating around Han Changlin, and the Xuanyan Sword turned into a blue-red sword light of more than ten feet, heading towards Zi Send the young man to shoot.
Seeing the four people coming towards him, the purple-haired young man's eyes glowed with purple light, and a faint layer of dark demonic aura emerged from his body, completely wrapping his body.
Then with a "buzz" sound, twelve black full-moon scimitars appeared around it, spinning around it, and from these twelve scimitars, light gray light emitted. Black light.
The moment the black light appeared, Han Changlin and others suddenly felt that the temperature around them was dropping rapidly. With the purple-haired young man as the center, tiny white ice crystals appeared on the ground twenty feet around.
"This demonic energy is very powerful, please be careful."
When Mu Qingxue saw the light gray black light, her eyes narrowed and she exclaimed to remind the other four.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"
The magical weapons used by the four of them were all genuine spiritual weapons, including Mu Qingxue's nine-handled crescent moon spiritual weapon, Kuang Hantian's golden fire hook and Han Changlin's Xuanyan Sword.
But after their spiritual weapons were fired about a few feet around the purple-haired young man, there was a violent sound of metal collision, and for a moment, the spiritual weapons of several people were knocked away.
"With a spiritual weapon of your level, do you still want to break through my evil sword formation?"
The purple-haired young man sneered, and then a dark light flashed in his hand, and a strange spiritual weapon four feet long appeared.
It looks like a knife, but the curvature is much larger than that of a knife, and the entire blade is also very irregular, thin at the front and thick at the back, and there are two blood grooves running through the blade, which looks very weird.
With a slight flash, the figure of the purple-haired young man suddenly disappeared. Seeing this scene, Han Changlin's eyelids twitched. Almost without thinking, several sword energy condensed in his hand and was fired out.
"Huh?"
There was a startling sound, and the figure of the purple-haired young man emerged about ten feet in front of Han Changlin. The direction in which Han Changlin's fireball technique was thrown was exactly where the purple-haired young man appeared.
"You can actually grasp the direction of my movement?"
The purple-haired young man glanced at Han Changlin in surprise, and then a ball of dark evil energy enveloped him again. The evil energy dispersed, and his figure disappeared again.
Seeing that the purple-haired young man could move a short distance, Mu Qingxue and the others all had expressions of surprise on their faces, and they all recalled their spiritual weapons to their sides, ready to be ready for the purple-haired young man's sneak attack.
Beside Kuang Hantian, black energy suddenly appeared, and the figure of the purple-haired young man emerged. Kuang Hantian almost instinctively pointed at the golden fire hook beside him. Cut it off.
A contemptuous sneer curled across the corner of the purple-haired young man's mouth. He actually didn't even look at the pair of golden fire hooks. The strange spiritual weapon in his hand shot out a light gray and black blade several feet long, heading towards Kuang Hantian beheaded him.
"Qiang Qiang."
The mother-in-law golden fire hook was once again knocked away by the twelve scimitars that were constantly rotating around the purple-haired young man. The twelve scimitars formed an airtight defensive network around the purple-haired young man.
They were able to face the attacks of several people with spiritual weapons with ease, and if the four of them wanted to harm the purple-haired young man, they had to break the twelve scimitars first.
Looking at the light gray black light sword energy that was approaching, Kuang Hantian's face turned pale. With a thought, a palm-sized hexagonal golden shield jumped out of his storage bag. With a slight flash, it appeared in his pocket. top of head.
Flashing with dazzling golden light, the hexagonal golden shield actively moved towards the jet-black sword energy.
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