"Jingle..."
Zhao Yun let out a painful roar and wanted to rush forward, but stopped again. He could only stab the silver gun in his hand to the side like a beast trapped in a cage, venting the anger in his heart.
The area within ten miles suddenly turned into a red ground as if it was set ablaze by fire.
He Pingan's eyes suddenly shrank, and he saw that in the palm of Emperor Jiaming's hand, he was holding a weak and petite soul, dressed in red, exactly the same as the body of Princess Jingle.
His eyes suddenly became sharp. He didn't expect that Emperor Jiaming could still free his hand to drag out Princess Jingle's soul under the restraint of the soul-collecting talisman.
It seems that Emperor Jiaming is far superior to ordinary monks of the same level in the cultivation of the soul.
"Is this the strength of the second soul?"
He Pingan's heart moved and he asked calmly.
While speaking, he waved one hand, and dense blood-colored threads were like sharp arrows ready to be fired, all floating three feet in front of Emperor Jiaming's soul. As long as it made the slightest movement, thousands of arrows would pierce the soul. the pain.
"Do you also know about the second soul?"
Emperor Jiaming was stunned for a moment, but he did not expect that He Pingan actually knew his trump card so well.
But then he held Princess Jingle's soul tightly in his hand to prevent He Pingan and Zhao Yun from making a sudden attack.
"How could a poor Taoist not know the secret that Taizu Daxuan didn't pass on!"
He Ping'an smiled and said that he didn't know about the magical power of this second soul, but he only heard him mention it when chatting with Han Li.
In addition to the long-famous Huangji Heaven-Breaking Technique, Taizu Taizu of Daxuan also had a secret technique of the second soul, which he acquired accidentally in his later period. It has only been passed down among the emperors of Daxuan Dynasty, and only among the previous emperors. Before death, it will be passed on to the next successor through the secret technique of the soul.
But in Emperor Jiaming's generation, he was suddenly killed by He Ping'an, and even Emperor Longqing had never heard of it.
As for the other people in Daxuan, they have never even heard of it.
As a Daxuan Sword Immortal, Han Li had only heard of such a secret technique from an emperor before Emperor Jiaming, but had never seen it.
This shows the secret of this second element of mystery.
And this second-dimensional mysterious technique is to divide a person's soul into two, and after years of cultivation and growth, it will eventually become an independent soul.
Even if the main body dies, the second soul will not perish.
It's just that this secret technique is extremely cumbersome to practice, has a very low success rate, and requires enduring the pain of soul splitting, which is simply unbearable for ordinary people.
It is said that no other emperor has mastered it except Taizu Daxuan.
So He Pingan never took it seriously.
And when Zhao Yun broke through the Corpse God Realm, found He Pingan, and told him the news that Emperor Longqing was not dead, He Pingan didn't quite believe it.
Because he killed Emperor Jiaming that day and handed Emperor Jiaming's soul to Han Li for disposal, everything was under his control. He was very sure that Emperor Jiaming was his true form and not a clone.
And the Yuanshen is definitely Emperor Jiaming.
But for the sake of safety, he still kept a backup plan and chose to trust Zhao Yun.
It was not until he was trapped in the Zhoutian Star Formation that Emperor Longqing boldly attacked him. Although he looked like Princess Jingle, He Ping'an was still very sensitive to the divine refining technique and was aware of the energy coming from her soul. fluctuation.
It is definitely Emperor Jiaming.
After this incident, He Pingan was completely sure that Emperor Jiaming was indeed not dead!
After a brief exchange between him and Han Li, he determined that Emperor Jiaming should have practiced the second-dimensional mystical technique of Taizu Daxuan.
Moreover, many years ago, he had successfully cultivated it and planted the second soul in Princess Jingle.
After the death of the main soul, his second soul officially revived and took over the body of Princess Jingle.
"So what if you know?"
Emperor Jiaming sneered, and then threatened: "Now that Jingle's soul is in my hands, if you don't want her to die, let me go!"
"Is this why you haven't swallowed her soul?"
"Is it just to leave a back-up to threaten us?"
Zhao Yun finally calmed down at this time, turned his head and said coldly: "Thankfully, I thought it was your conscience that found out that you are not willing to devour your own blood relatives."
"Hahahaha... I am the emperor, and I don't stick to trivial matters when it comes to big things. How can I be dragged down by such a sad thing as family ties?"
Emperor Jiaming laughed wildly when he saw He Ping'an and Zhao Yun throwing rat weapons.
"you......"
Zhao Yun was so angry that he didn't know what to say.
"hehe......"
At this moment, He Pingan on the side suddenly let out two deep sneers.
"why are you laughing?"
Emperor Jiaming looked at He Pingan closely. Compared to Zhao Yun, he was more afraid of He Pingan in front of him.
Although he did not witness the death of the original body at that time, all the memories had been transferred to him when the soul of the original body died.
At that time, although He Pingan was strong, he was only as strong as the demon god.
After Emperor Jiaming devoured Yinggou's energy and blood, his strength reached the level of the demon god. He originally thought that he could compete with He Ping'an.
No matter how bad it is, it can still be hit in a sneak attack.
Unexpectedly, in the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation, he was seriously injured with just one move.
After this battle, his heart was filled with frustration, knowing that He Pingan's strength was several times stronger than before.
He just wanted to escape from the battlefield quickly, wait until his injuries recovered, and then regroup.
Unexpectedly, it fell into the hands of He Pingan again.
Fortunately, he had a backup plan. Thinking of this, Emperor Jiaming calmed down and pretended to be firm: "Let me go, otherwise, Jingle will be buried with me!"
While speaking, Emperor Jiaming tightened his palms again, and suddenly he heard the painful moans of a woman coming from his palms.
"Zhao Cheng, you beast..."
Zhao Yun was furious, the silver gun in his hand was shaking, and he was about to step forward and stab Emperor Jiaming until his soul was knocked out.
At this moment, He Ping'an suddenly reached out and stopped Zhao Yun, then said with a faint smile: "I promise you!"
Hearing He Ping'an's agreement so happily, Immortal Master Jiaming Emperor was startled, and then said with a deep laugh: "Haha, you are worthy of being a Martial Saint. As long as you let me go this time, the grievances between you and me will be wiped out."
After saying that, he paused for a moment and then said: "Even Daxuan, treat it as my gift to you!"
"Martial Saint, we can't let him go..."
Zhao Yun looked anxious and quickly spoke out to persuade.
He knew very well how terrifying Emperor Jiaming was. If he let the tiger return to the mountain, who knows what disaster he would cause to himself, to Daxuan, and even to the human race.
"Be patient and don't be impatient. I have my own plan."
He Ping'an looked indifferent and didn't pay attention to Zhao Yun's anxiety at all.
However, looking at He Ping'an's harmless face, Emperor Jiaming seemed to be startled and said cautiously: "Don't try to play any tricks!"
"Now, immediately, take all these back."
Emperor Jiaming pointed at the blood line in front of him and the soul-collecting talisman glowing with blue light, and ordered sharply.
"Martial Saint..."
Zhao Yun was about to stop him, but He Ping'an waved him down.
"Zhao Cheng, as you wish."
He Pingan said calmly, and then with one hand, the human book was put back into the body, and the soul collecting talisman also fell into the palm of He Pingan's hand.
When Emperor Jiaming saw that there was no threat in front of him, he relaxed a little. He used his spiritual mind to explore a little, his expression changed slightly, and then he said in a deep voice: "Since the Martial Saint has decided to let me go, why not do the good thing to the end?"
