"Immortality? You...what do you mean?" Zhao Qingsong was shocked to realize that something was wrong, and his expression changed drastically.
"At this point, it doesn't matter if I tell you. How can your mortal body withstand such a huge magical power of mine? I am now injecting all my soul into your body. Only I can handle these six hundred years of magical power. It can be used freely. After I seize your soul, I can easily break through the Soul Seduction Technique of the Teruki Sword. Once I break the Soul Seduction Technique, I break through the underworld and return to the human world to use your body to seize the Soul Seizing Gun. At that time, wouldn’t I be free to roam the heavens and the earth? Hey hey hey, not only do I want to be the Lord of Hell in the local government, I also want to be the Lord of the Three Realms, an immortal Jade Emperor who will rule the Three Realms forever, hahaha~ ~~~"
The Emperor Song became more and more excited as he talked, and finally his face showed his ferociousness, and he couldn't help laughing!
Zhao Qingsong realized something was wrong early on and realized that there was something wrong with the plan mentioned by Emperor Song. However, he fell into the current embarrassing situation and had no control at all, so he had no choice but to act according to Emperor Song's plan. Now the plan is revealed. The Emperor of Song Dynasty really had evil intentions and revealed his true face!
Zhao Qingsong gathered his energy and used the magic power that he had secretly practiced for six days. The magic eye in his forehead also shot out a weak seven-color stream of light, which actually blocked the seven-color stream of light from the Song Emperor. A pause!
"Yu Yanjun, is this completely different from what you said at the beginning? You actually lied to me? If you take away my soul, what will happen to my consciousness?"
Emperor Song showed a ferocious smile: "Your consciousness, hehe... Of course it will dissipate immediately, and you will never be reincarnated forever! You don't have to struggle anymore. I have done something to you a few days ago, and your soul It belongs to me now, and it's useless for you to struggle. Even if I pour all my magical powers into your body, with your meager skills, how can you possibly move the messenger? How can you defeat Feng Teng? That evil thing? As the saying goes, it is better to seek help from others than to ask for yourself. I am worried that you are too young and too inexperienced after all. You may not be able to find the soul-stealing gun and cannot defeat the cunning Feng Tengqi, so I will handle this matter personally. , is the greatest safety. You obediently offer up your soul. I will kill Feng Tengqi for you, which can be regarded as avenging your blood and hatred. Now you have no choice but to take this path. Give up resistance, Zhao Qingsong. !”
After saying this, Emperor Song made a magic spell on his hand. As if Zhao Qingsong was struck by lightning, the palm that was trying to block the seven-color stream of light was put down obediently. The look on his face began to become dull, and the magic eyes on his forehead also became dull. No longer resisting, the speed of the seven-color stream of light immediately accelerated again.
And the seven-colored flowing light on the Song Emperor's body all swarmed towards Zhao Qingsong's forehead with the seven-colored flowing light!
But after just one breath, Zhao Qingsong's expression suddenly returned to normal, and his eyes suddenly closed, blocking all the seven-color light coming from Emperor Song!
The muscles on Zhao Qingsong's face were twisted, and he said with great difficulty: "You... you... you are wishful thinking!"
A feeling of being played welled up in his heart. He had never had this strange feeling since he could remember.
He had always been extremely intelligent, but had he ever been plotted against like this?
When had he, a wise man who had experienced the world, suffered such a big loss?
Although Emperor Song has not really launched an attack at the moment, Zhao Qingsong already understands that this big conspiracy has been launched in Emperor Song's heart since the first time Emperor Song saw him!
Now Emperor Song's great conspiracy has come to an end!
At this point, he has completely fallen into passivity. Is there any good way to solve the situation at hand?
No matter how smart Zhao Qingsong is, he can't even come up with a bad idea when faced with this situation!
In the face of absolute strength, wisdom always seems so pale.
drag! It can be delayed for a while.
Many things often turn around after procrastination.
But is this method really effective now?
Zhao Qingsong didn't know either, but for the current plan, he really couldn't think of any other good ideas.
But no matter what, it was impossible for him to stay where he was and surrender. Even if it was just a little pointless resistance, even if it was just a simple disgust for Emperor Song, he would still have to do it.
Because Zhao Qingsong believes in one sentence, everything depends on man-made efforts!
Zhu Miaoying is still waiting for her to be rescued, how can she give up?
Even if you die, you must die standing and never live on your knees!
The emperor of the Song Dynasty kept changing the techniques in his hands, and said sternly: "A mantis' arm blocks a chariot, a dragonfly shakes a pillar, you don't overestimate your own capabilities!"
Zhao Qingsong's body was shaken again, and the magic eyes in his forehead slowly opened again, and the seven-color stream of light that had been waiting for him once again poured into the magic eyes.
But only two breaths later, Zhao Qingsong's forehead closed again, and the speed of the seven-color stream of light suddenly stopped again, and the expression on his face once again became extremely distorted and ferocious: "It's not that easy... easy. I...I'm back again! Lock me up!"
Emperor Song was so angry that his whole body was shaking: "Go back and open your Dharma eyes!"
After another two breaths, the Dharma Eyes opened again, and the seven-color stream of light began to penetrate into the Dharma Eyes again.
"Close, and get out!" Only two breaths later, Zhao Qingsong's forehead magic eyes closed again, and what's even more outrageous is that Zhao Qingsong actually forced a few holes in the forehead magic eyes. Silk seven-color streamer!
Emperor Song was already a little angry at this time. He had been planning this for a long time and had bowed ninety-nine times. Unexpectedly, he got stuck at the last moment. He cast spells repeatedly and shouted angrily: "Open it for me!"
"close!"
"open!"
"Close! Get out!"
"..."
Zhao Qingsong and Song Diwang were like a see-saw, causing the magic eyes to keep turning on and off, and the seven-color streamer also entered a few points and took out half a point. The two struggled for an hour, but the seven-color streamer still made slow progress!
But what makes Zhao Qingsong feel a little desperate is that although he tried his best to prevent the seven-color streamers from entering, although the time for the seven-color streamers to enter the magic target was greatly slowed down, the slow progress does not stop. Sooner or later, all the seven-color streamers will get into the magic target. Come here.
By then, all his consciousness will have to disappear!
Zhao Qingsong was extremely anxious.
Emperor Song also saw this and stopped worrying, just switching on and off with Zhao Qingsong!
It's a pity that things change over time, but it is indeed an eternal truth!
Just as the two were tug-of-war, there was a loud "bang" in the sky, and a piece of sky was torn apart. A shabby purgatory fell out of the crack and fell crookedly on the mountain beside it, smashing the mountain. It collapsed by three points!
'Clatter', 'Hululu', countless rocks rolled down, and the whole Hades began to shake violently!
Emperor Song's face changed greatly: "Zhao Qingsong, Feng Tengqi has split the Eighteen Purgatory Formations and is about to escape. When Feng Tengqi comes out, you will die without a burial place! Why don't you hurry up?" Relax your mind and let me take over your body? Open!!!"
Zhao Qingsong sneered: "Close!!! Hehe, if I let you seize my body, will I have a burial place? I think Feng Tengqi came out well. When he comes out, he will definitely be the first to kill you. How lucky that I can watch you die first!"
"You are so presumptuous! Zhao Qingsong, if I had not taken action, you would have been captured and devoured by Feng Tengqi. I saved your life, and now I ask you to return my life. Is this too much? You He's going to die anyway. Instead of taking advantage of that bitch Feng Tengqi, why can't he take advantage of Yan Jun? Go!" The Emperor Song heard the roar in the air getting louder and louder, and knew that Feng Tengqi would appear in less than a moment. The body couldn't help but feel a little angry.
"Guan! It's too much! It's too much! You had bad intentions when you saved me. Your intention in the beginning was not to save me but to take my body away. Now, why did you save my life? You went to the grave to burn hay. Are you fooling the devil?"
There was another loud bang in the sky, and the ten levels of hell flew out from the cracks in the sky, falling in all directions with a rumble. The entire Hengshan underworld began to shake crazily, as if an eight-magnitude earthquake had occurred. generally!
