The huge bone knife quickly enlarged in Xiao Ming's eyes, and his hands violently changed the handprints.
"Silent heaven and earth!"
Between the eyebrows, the terrifying soul power was mobilized, and then spread around like ripples.
As the soul fluctuations spread around him, the Great Heavenly Lord felt dazed for a while, and then an irresistible suction force came. When he came back to his senses, he found himself in a land of ice and snow.
The terrain here is extremely flat, with endless sky and earth as far as the eye can see. The storm is sweeping across the place, and the heavy snow is falling. There is no sound at all, which is extremely strange.
"What is this place!"
The old face of the Great Heavenly Lord was extremely solemn. Xiao Ming was able to use such strange methods. Why didn't they, the Soul Palace, know about it?
As a fighting saint, the Great Heavenly Lord has lived for a long time. After calming down his mentality for a while, he soon discovered that something was wrong with him.
He raised his palm slightly and found that his body was somewhat transparent, and he could no longer feel the majestic fighting spirit on his body.
"Has my soul been pulled into a different space? To be able to do this so easily, I think the level is not too low. It seems that after catching Xiao Ming, he needs to be tortured to make him surrender. Use this method!"
A trace of greed flashed in his eyes, and the Great Heavenly Lord murmured in a low voice. He came from the soul clan and had many soul skills, but he did not have such powerful moves.
"You dare to challenge other people's fighting skills when you are about to die. How arrogant."
Suddenly, a sarcastic sound broke the tranquility of the world, and an illusory figure was gradually solidified ten meters in front of the Great Heavenly Lord.
Weird and sinister eyes swept over Xiao Ming's body, and the Great Heavenly Lord immediately realized that something was wrong. This space should only allow the soul to enter, so the Xiao Ming in front of him is also a soul body, but why is Xiao Ming's soul body so solid? It was no different from a living person. Compared with him, my transparent body was much different.
Weighing the pros and cons in his mind, the Great Heavenly Lord blocked Xiao Ming's previous words and said decisively: "Xiao Ming, why not join our Soul Clan? As long as you hand over the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Jade, it will be a great achievement, and our Soul Clan can reward you." With your many treasures, I can even reward you with the Dou Emperor bloodline of our Soul Clan. With your talent and Dou Emperor bloodline, it will only take more than ten years to advance to the level of Dou Saint."
"You have been in Zhongzhou for several years, and you probably know the authenticity of this holy word. This is not impossible for our soul clan."
Hearing this, Xiao Ming asked with great interest: "I just threw the head of your deputy master of the Soul Palace into the latrine. Are you saying that you have the ability to deal with him?"
The withered old face of the Great Heavenly Lord twitched slightly, and the hoarse voice sounded again.
"As long as you hand over the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Jade, it won't be a problem. After all, it's just a clone."
In response to this, Xiao Ming just smiled, thinking that he had no brains. The people from the Soul Clan were so cruel that they would not even let him go, and would even go as far as to make a big deal for him.
"I'm sorry, I don't have the habit of treating people like dogs, especially you guys who are neither human nor ghosts."
Upon hearing this, the Great Heavenly Lord's face suddenly darkened.
With a move of his palm, the soul power surged and turned into a ghost-headed sword.
"Xiao Ming, this soul sword of this saint was made from the souls of ten thousand people. There are countless people who sacrificed the sword among them. As long as the body is invaded by the wind of the sword, it will surely suffer from the devouring of thousands of souls!"
The Ghost-headed Sword in the Great Heavenly Lord's hand was slightly horizontal, but he said in a sinister tone: "Since you are so stubborn, I will use it to take your life today, which can be regarded as a sign of respect for you!"
"Sideways."
Xiao Ming showed contempt. In his world, it was really ridiculous to fight him with a knife.
"Hmph! Arrogant!"
The Great Heavenly Lord smiled solemnly, and the black energy in his body surged, turning into a series of ferocious souls. They screamed and rushed into the Ghost Head Sword. With the influx of many souls, the Ghost Head Sword was white. On the surface, traces of bright red gradually appeared, like dark blood stains...
"Soul-Destroying Slash!"
As the strange blood stains appeared on the Ghost Head Sword, a look of solemnity appeared on the face of the Great Heavenly Lord. With a sudden wave of his hand, the huge Ghost Head Sword slashed hard at Xiao Ming.
"Die!"
A look of horror appeared on the face of the Great Heavenly Lord. Wherever the Ghost Head Sword passed, the space collapsed. The ground of this space was cut into a deep ravine that was hundreds of feet long...
Facing such attacks, Xiao Ming's expression did not change and he just watched quietly.
The ghost-headed sword arrived in the blink of an eye, splitting Xiao Ming in two.
"Success!"
The Great Heavenly Lord felt happy, but then he felt something was wrong.
"too easy!"
I saw Xiao Ming's body condensed again, with that slightly sarcastic smile still on his face.
"No, how could you be fine at all? It's impossible for me to take over the Ghost Head Sword Fighting Saint safely!"
Xiao Ming chuckled. In the world of silence, if the soul is much weaker than him, it would be impossible to cause harm to him. The soul of the Great Heavenly Lord can barely carry his shoes. Even if there is the Ghost Head Sword made by Wanhun. No matter what, even if the soul power is exhausted, it is impossible to touch a hair on his head.
Of course, there is no need to talk to the Great Heavenly Lord about this kind of thing.
"Is this the extent? That's all. Enough time has been wasted. Tell me the headquarters of other continental Soul Palace branch halls, and I can leave you a whole body."
That's right, Xiao Ming would talk so much nonsense to this Great Heavenly Lord just because he wanted to know where the headquarters of the Soul Palace branch in other continents were.
The soul in the late stage of the Heaven Realm breaks through to the Great Perfection of the Heaven Realm. If you practice it yourself, you don’t know how many years and months it will take.
It's better to steal the soul source of the Soul Palace.
Because of the previous two operations, the Soul Palace was on guard against the soul origin of Central Continent and could no longer grab it. So the only option was to grab the soul origin of other continents.
"Did you take the soul origins of those branch halls? No wonder your soul level is so high at such a young age!"
"Haha, you're not stupid at all! Tell me the location of the mainland soul palace headquarters."
"wishful thinking."
In response, the Great Heavenly Lord sneered and launched another attack. The ghost-headed sword was full of murderous intent and slashed straight towards Xiao Ming.
In response, Xiao Ming just glared, and the Ghost Head Saber disappeared into thin air.
How can it be!
The Great Heavenly Lord was startled and immediately wanted to form a seal, but found that his body could no longer move.
"Don't tell me, I have plenty of ways to make you tell me."
Xiao Ming glanced at the other party, and his mind moved. The surrounding environment changed. The Great Supreme Master was tied to a cross. Two figures in the black mist appeared next to him, holding pliers and scissors in their hands.
"What do you want to do?"
"It's nothing, I'm just letting you taste the torture of the eighteen levels of hell. Of course, you may not know what level of hell is, but it doesn't matter. You will know after experiencing it." Xiao Ming smiled slightly, and the two figures immediately stepped forward and separated. In the Great Heavenly Lord's mouth, clamp the tongue with iron pliers and pull it out, not all at once, but lengthen and pull slowly...
"ah!"
Screams resounded throughout the world.
This is not because the Great Heavenly Lord is weak, it is just that he is being tortured in this world, that is, his soul is being tortured. This kind of pain goes deep into the soul. If you can resist it once, can you resist countless times?
(End of chapter)
