"what happened?"
Feeling the powerful force coming from the Shengnan College notice, Meng Jing was a little overwhelmed.
He didn't know why this notice from Shengnan College exuded such powerful power.
Logically speaking, it is just a notice. Why does it have such powerful power?
This majestic power also gave Meng Jing the first feeling of terror.
The second feeling is that it is not easy to mess with.
"I am An Lingshan, the dean of Shengnan College. Who dares to touch the son of my college!"
Suddenly, an ancient voice fell from the powerful force floating out.
Soon, after the sound fell, Meng Jing clearly felt that the powerful force floating above his head had gradually condensed into a human shape.
This sound came from that human form.
Looking up, that powerful force has gradually condensed into the appearance of an old man.
Although the old man's appearance was unclear, Meng Jing could clearly feel that the other man was extremely hostile to him.
His eyes were fixed on the golden Shengnan College notice in his hand.
"An Lingshan, Dean of Shengnan College?"
Meng Jing glanced at the old man floating in the air, and then at the Shengnan College notice in his hand, feeling a little surprised.
What I didn't expect was that the mere soul mark above, a seemingly insignificant notice from Shengnan College, actually contained such a terrifying aura.
The strength of this terrifying aura actually reached the strength of Xiao Lingzun in his late peak period.
A soul imprint has reached the peak and late stage strength of Xiao Lingzun, so what about the strength of the owner of this body?
I'm afraid even Xiao Lingzun's strength is beyond his peak and later stages!
"Young man, why do you have a notice in your hand from the son of my college? This notice does not belong to you, a young man!"
The old man asked in a deep voice.
The words are as heavy as stones, and they fall one by one.
After Meng Jing was struck by this ancient voice, he felt as if his feet were filled with lead and it was difficult to move under the weight.
"It's not mine, why do you, an old man, still have any objections?"
Meng Jing raised his head and stared at the other person intently.
As he finished speaking, a trace of coldness flashed across the old man's blurred face.
"Then what will you do to the son of my academy?"
The old man asked.
Meng Jing smiled, "Can't you, an old man, feel it?"
"How can I feel it? Tell me, I am also very curious. I am curious about what tricks you, the little guy, used to prevent me from feeling the aura of the son of my college nearby!"
Meng Jing smiled again.
He took a look at the good things in the system backpack and didn't say much.
He recycled Su Muyao into the system space backpack, how could he feel it?
This system space backpack does not belong to anything between heaven and earth. As a small spiritual master, he can feel the aura of more than ten miles around, which is considered very good.
"Why aren't you talking? Young man!"
While speaking, the old man standing in the air gently raised a hand.
A majestic power surged out from the palm of his hand.
The spiritual weapon floating in front of him was immediately sucked in by the opponent's powerful force.
Compared with the opponent's huge body, the spiritual weapon seemed so weak.
"The only thing I can feel is this spiritual weapon. There must be many scenes recorded on this spiritual weapon!"
As he said that, he picked up the hilt of the spiritual weapon with his fingertips.
The fingers of the other hand were pointed at the blade of the sword, and he twitched slightly.
"ah--"
A shrill scream erupted from the sword.
An afterimage was dragged out by the old man.
"Sir, save me!"
The afterimage also kept calling for help.
"what are you up to?"
Seeing the old man injecting himself into the spiritual weapon, Su Qiusheng pulled it out and his expression tightened.
Then, his eyelids twitched and he was doubly surprised.
This guy was actually able to see through the spiritual weapon stored in Su Qiusheng!
When I was in the Su Family Sword Pavilion, I wanted to let Su Qiusheng better integrate into the spiritual weapon and make it a sword spirit.
For a lot of strength and effort.
Right now, it was the other party who saw through it at a glance.
This opponent is indeed a person with the power of Xiaolingzun. He is really terrifying!
"Since you, a young man, refuse to tell me anything, then don't blame me for finding out what I am doing!"
The old man said coldly, raised a palm again, and floated Su Qiusheng's illusory soul in the air.
With the tip of his finger, a wisp of spiritual energy penetrated into Su Qiusheng's soul.
Soon, that ray of spiritual energy came out again.
In an instant, after that ray of spiritual energy came out, Su Qiusheng showed a dull expression on his face.
"Where am I? I'm looking for my mother!"
"Memory extraction?"
Meng Jing asked coldly after seeing the other party's movements and the changes in Su Qiusheng at this moment.
This memory extraction is something that only the Great Spirit Master can accomplish. For someone who is currently in the Small Spirit Master realm, it is extremely difficult to extract memory.
But at present, the other party is actually able to do this despite the fact that they are both in the Xiaolingzun realm.
It’s enough to show how powerful the opponent is!
You must know that extracting other people's memories is an extremely unethical thing. Through the extracted memories, the other party can learn about your memories.
And the part of your memory that was extracted will also cause amnesia.
Of course, if the other party returns that memory, he might be able to return to normal.
But sometimes, when the other party returns and retains their memories, they will also tamper with some memories.
The old man did not reply to Meng Jing and slowly closed his eyes.
He pinched the strand of spiritual energy that emerged from it with his fingers, placed it between his eyebrows, and kneaded it gently.
Meng Jing also had a dark look on his face.
He originally thought that destroying the corpse and eradicating traces would be enough, but who would have thought that the other party would just perform a memory extraction.
Everything Su Qiusheng had seen before came into his mind, and now he was seen completely by the other party.
"Young man, how dare you hurt the son of my academy!"
The old man's closed eyes suddenly opened!
The aura doubled for a time!
"Haha, you must have seen the son of your college become a demon, right?"
"She became a demon. I am acting for God. Why do you, an old man, still want to cover her up?"
Meng Jing raised his eyebrows and asked coldly.
The most hated people on this continent were the demons. He didn't believe that the dean of Shengnan College was planning to protect the possessed Su Muyao.
"If you become a demon, I, Shengnan College, will definitely deal with it personally, but do you know-"
The old man paused and continued.
"If you dare to touch the son of my college, you are an enemy of our Shengnan College, and you are an enemy of the Shengnan Empire!"
The sound is loud and shocking!
Just as this burst of sound fell, Meng Jing felt the ground beneath his feet shaking.
"Why is it wrong to do justice for Heaven? So what will happen if I move!"
Meng Jing looked at the other party and asked disdainfully.
"It is wrong to touch the son of my college! But I think you have a good foundation in cultivation, so I can spare your life and let you work as an oddball at Shengnan College's Prisoner's Peak for three years, and then I will restore your freedom."
The old man said coldly.
"You want to destroy my cultivation and lock me up for three years?"
Meng Jing suddenly smiled when he heard the old man's words.
The current poisonous state of his body has not been resolved, and the other party will abolish his cultivation.
It took a lot of effort to cultivate to the level of strength we have today, how can we just give it up!
Furthermore, it was not enough to abolish his cultivation, and he also asked himself to work for them for three years.
Think about it with your brain, no one would agree to it, okay?
"Why, young man, do you know the consequences of not agreeing?"
"I don't care what the consequences are for you!"
Meng Jing cursed angrily, taking advantage of the moment when the old man was about to continue speaking.
He gathered strength on his toes and stepped suddenly.
It turned into a bolt of lightning and came to the old man in an instant.
With a wave of his hand, all the spiritual weapons in the old man's hand, including Su Qiusheng, were put into the space backpack.
The old man was not too surprised when he saw Meng Jing's actions.
He stroked his beard and said calmly: "If that's the case, then I'll take you back!"
As he finished speaking, the old man suddenly stretched out a giant palm and struck at Meng Jing.
"You want to catch me, haha!"
Seeing the big hand coming towards him, Meng Jing smiled coldly.
Immediately, he stretched out five palms and clashed with the old man's giant palm...
