Chapter 1041: I want to cry but no tears (third update)

No thousand songs could be asked to deal with it, but Wuqi had already swung the Xuanyuan Sword and cut off his limbs.

The Emperor Wa took Wuqi to transform thousands of merit weapons of the human race for her. With Wuqi's temperament, how could he not get any advantage? Xuanyuan Sword is a holy weapon of the human race. When Wuqi transformed Xuanyuan Sword, he naturally used Hongmeng purple aura to condense a exactly the same one.

After his skillful hands, the killing aura of Xuanyuan Sword was ten thousand times stronger than before. One sword slashed out and almost killed all the vitality in the world. In terms of lethality, it was really comparable to the Chaos Spirit Treasure and even exceeded. Wuqi's sword technique was also very good. With one sword, the limbs of thousands of heads were cut off, but just like the Buddha Shouyi cut him in half just now, countless tiny black flesh shreds were sprayed out from his broken limbs, and his broken body was repaired as before.

"Hehe" smiled strangely, Wuqi waved the Xuanyuan Sword, and chopped and chopped thousands of songs like cutting melons and fruits.

Just now, Qiansong had already exhausted the last trace of magic energy in order to resist the joint attack of the seven Buddhas. Wuqi slashed at him, and the terrifying murderous intent on the Xuanyuan Sword kept accumulating in his body. Even though he had an immortal body, he screamed in pain, and his vital energy was constantly worn out. However, he had no strength at all at this time and could not fight back.

With an angry roar, Qianshang's countless long hairs pierced out and pierced into the chaotic void. His long hair sang "hissing" and frantically extracted the surrounding chaotic spiritual energy to replenish Qianshang. But Wuqi laughed again. He waved the Xuanyuan Sword and slid his long hair clean with Qianshang's scalp, revealing his naked big bald head.

A Yuanling True Flame was spewed out with his backhand. Wuqi gathered hundreds of innate divine flames to form the Yuanling True Flames trained by hundreds of innate divine flames and made a sharp howl. After a cup of tea, Qianshang's long hair was refined into a huge and mottled strange aura by Wuqi. Wuqi pondered for a moment and carefully sucked these auras into their body.

After the secret method of stealing, Wuqi slowly absorbed these huge auras. The Hongmeng purple aura in his body churned violently, as if some subtle changes had occurred. Wuqi's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the auras made of refining thousands of long hair contained some chaotic wonderful principles, and the mystery among them was far better than the heavenly way of Pangu's world. Wuqi's bold attempt allowed him to take advantage of it, and the thirty-six runes seemed not incomprehensible.

Qianshou had new stubbles on his scalp, but his body was now losing too much energy, and his hair was growing very slowly. Qianshou opened his mouth hard to swallow the chaotic spiritual energy around him, but Wuqi pushed it casually, and the chaotic spiritual energy around him was pushed away by invisible force, and it turned into a spherical vacuum with a diameter of millions of miles.

"The immortal body is very interesting." Wuqi laughed: "But you don't seem to generate power out of thin air, otherwise you wouldn't have been sealed by Pangu back then. Like now, you are seriously injured and need spiritual energy to be replenished, but there is no spiritual energy around you. What else can you do?"

Thousands of songs were breathing in big mouths, but the surroundings were filled with voids. Even the various rays in the chaos were blocked by him with his great magical powers. There was a complete vacuum around him, and there was no vacuum without dust. He could not breathe anything. His body shivered violently, like a fish leaving the water, but he could not even move.

Without enough spiritual energy to replenish, the shattered bones in his body could not be repaired, and he temporarily lost his power of movement.

Wuqi slowly waved his sword and cut off the thousand pieces in half. He laughed in a low voice, "You are immortal? Very good. I will chop you into 108,000 pieces, and then each piece is stored in a secret sealed pagoda. The fragments are randomly discarded from all directions. How much chance do you have to be resurrected?"

Not to mention a thousand songs, Wuqi smiled and said, "One hundred and eight thousand pieces is not enough, one hundred and eighty million pieces are worth one hundred and eighty million pieces? Or, more? For example, if I cut your body into small cells? I believe I can definitely do it! I can even separate your cytoplasm and nucleus? Then I will block all of your fragments and discard them at will. So what if you have the Immortal Soul Seal?"

Hearing Wuqi's words, Qianshou's body trembled. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's useless. Even if you crush my bones and ashes, my immortal soul seal can still condense my body out of thin air. Hey, hey, hey, at worst, I can give up my current body."

‘Ah, ah, ah’, he screamed in surprise, Wuqi laughed and said, “It’s just the thirteen undead soul seals stored in that hall? Look, I found your lair. If I run there to destroy your undead soul seal, can you still be resurrected?”

Qiansong's face turned pale at this moment, and he roared: "How could you find the Immortal Palace? That is a forbidden area that we can't find ourselves. You, you, who are you?"

Wuqi laughed. He put away the Xuanyuan Sword, walked slowly to Qianshui, and squeezed a charming look at Qianshui with a smile. However, his current illusion is really ugly and disgusting. It was a "flower-like jade" face. Even Qianshui, a world-breaker like Qianshui, was stunned by Wuqi's illusion and almost vomited.

Even if he is a shattering world, Qiansong is still a man and has his own aesthetic view. The illusion of Wuqi is really subversive.

Sitting cross-legged in front of Qian Shui, Wuqi looked at Qian Shui for a while, and reached out to take off the three dark golden strange rings worn on his index finger, middle finger and ring finger of his left hand. The rings were like entangled poisonous pythons, with ugly and ferocious shapes, but Wuqi could sense the power of space on these rings.

In front of Qiansong, he opened the ring with the secret method of opening various storage rings in the stolen scriptures. Wuqi swept his spiritual sense inward and whistled frivolously: "Oh? Do you have some family background? How many worlds have you robbed, and there are so many good things. But, there seems to be no treasures from the holy world?"

Wuqi squinted his eyes and looked at Qiansong: "These junk goods cannot come from the Holy Realm, right?"

Qianshou looked at Wuqi coldly, and he said lightly: "The holy realm is destroyed and all things are burned. How can the things in the holy realm be passed down?"

He nodded slowly and asked Wuqi: "Did you rob these things after you woke up this time?"

Qianshou sneered: "Seventy-one small worlds have been destroyed along the way. If these things are absorbed by me, they can restore a lot of my strength."

He moved everything in the three rings without hesitation, and Wuqi used Yuanling Zhenyan to burn the three storage rings. This strange-shaped ring may have some strange restriction attached to it, and Wuqi will not stay by his side to threaten himself.

He looked at Qiansong and sneered, "So, now talk about yourself, the Breaking World, what is the Breaking World? Why do you destroy the Holy World? Well, I am very interested in your origin. Never hold on to the idea of ​​abandoning this body and condense another body from the Immortal Soul Seal. I have locked in the direction of the Immortal Palace. Before you condense your new body, I can definitely destroy your Immortal Soul Seal."

Qianshou looked at Wuqi angrily, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I swear, I will..."

Wuqi slapped in the face so simply that he was extremely real. He was now strong in his body, and he slapped thousands of songs on his cheeks and almost smashed his head. Naturally, he could not express his threatening oath.

"Speak well, otherwise I won't guarantee you how much treatment you will receive." Wuqi looked at Qiansong coldly: "If people are under a low wall, they have to learn to bow their heads. Do you understand? If you don't understand, I guarantee you will understand."

Xuanyuan Sword came out and cut off the thousand-headed *** with one sword.

Qianshou hissed and roared, and he glared at Wuqi and roared, "Do you dare to insult me?"

Wuqi looked at Qian Song indifferently and said ruthlessly: "Is this called an insult? Do you want to try other more terrifying insults?"

Qianshou shut up his mouth, he stared at Wuqi tightly, and after a long time he said coldly: "I am Qianshou, together with the other twelve other realms breakers, I have destroyed the holy realm. Don't ask questions about our origins, even we ourselves cannot figure out when and why we appeared in the holy realm. In short, when we wake up, we are in that Immortal Hall. Our mission is to destroy the holy realm and strictly prevent any possibility of resurrection in the holy realm."

"The Immortal Palace preserves our Immortal Soul Seal. As long as the Soul Seal is not destroyed, then our thirteen realms will be immortal."

"We are born with the power to devour all energy and all things. We are extremely weak when we are born in the holy realm. We rely on endless devouring all things to have the power to destroy one world. We work together to kill the seven most powerful people in the holy realm, and at the same time we stimulate all our own strength to destroy the holy realm."

Wuqi looked at Qiansong with some doubts, and he sneered: "Do you really don't know where you are?"

Qianshou squinted his eyes, staring at Wuqi with his unique pupils: "If you believe it or not, it's the truth. We have woken up from the Immortal Palace and knew that we must destroy the Holy Realm, that's all. But the Immortal Palace is also a forbidden area for us. Every time we suffer severe damage, we will condense our body from the Immortal Palace, but we can never find where the Immortal Palace is."

With a cold snorting, Qiansong pulled the corners of his mouth and said coldly: "I have told you all that I know. As for the information about the Holy Realm, it is useless to tell you. Like you..."

As he spoke, Qianshou's face became increasingly ugly.

He stared at Wuqi tightly, and suddenly screamed and said angrily: "You have no ability to find the Immortal Palace! You, you, with your insignificant power, even if you find the Immortal Palace, you will not be able to destroy his external ban. You damn liar!"

Wuqi pulled out the Xuanyuan Sword and instantly slashed out tens of thousands of swords, splitting the thousand pieces into fine pieces of meat. Then he blasted out a chaotic divine thunder, and flew the thousand pieces of meat into countless pieces of meat. He was too lazy to waste his energy sealing the thousand pieces and throwing them away. He just laughed at the sky a few times, then turned around and left.

Indeed, even if Wuqi goes to the Immortal Palace, he is unable to destroy the Immortal Palace. However, Qianshou's mind seems a little confused. It is only now that he thinks of the most deadly key.

Countless minced meat rushed together quickly and slowly formed the head of the thousand-headed song.
Chapter completed!