"Oh? Did the Qing Emperor make any promises to you back then? Dad, quickly vomit a few mouthfuls of blood and let us analyze it carefully to see if the Qing Emperor really had anything to you back then..."

They all stretched out their hands and grabbed Mr. Tianshu.

These emerged from the void, swallowed up the soul power of the Lord of the Book of Heaven, spurted out the essence and blood, and were created out of thin air. At the same time, they revealed extremely twisted and ferocious faces. They screamed and screamed, pointing their fingers.

The sharp blade turned into a wisp of gray space cracks spewed out and tore hard at the Lord of Heavenly Books.

"Your blood, your soul, let us see what he promised you!"

Laojun Tianshu vomited blood, and he kept spitting blood on the Qingning Buddha lamp.

But in the void, an understatement of the Buddha's curse came. The old blood spit out by the Lord of Heavenly Books was obviously useless. The light of the Qingning Buddhist lamp suddenly dimmed, and the little soul mark imprinted by the Lord of the Heavenly Book on its core collapsed.

Broken, the Buddha lamp flew into the air and fell into a plump palm as white as snow.

A woman who was born fair and fat, with a face like a pearl, a pure and transparent smell all over her body, a very round body, and quite gentle and pleasant facial features, who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, appeared out of thin air.

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She grabbed the Qingning Buddhist lantern, smiled softly and waved to the Lord of Heavenly Books: "Little old man, this is a relic of my ancestor. He doesn't want to follow your lackey in heaven, so I took it away... Hee,

You are so amazing, you have so many sons!"

This mellow woman, covered with necklaces, covered with pearls, and surrounded by countless layers of Buddha's light, laughed loudly, shook her head, and escaped without making any sound.

The Lord of Heavenly Books is well-informed, and he naturally recognizes all the leading figures in the many forces in the Supreme Taichu Heaven.

He looked at the direction in which the woman disappeared in shock, and murmured softly: "The 'Bi Xingxiang' who sits at the north gate of the Heavenly Court and is in charge of the Forbidden Heaven Formation in the Northern Star Territory, his little girl... is actually the reincarnation of the Landa Holy Land.

Disciples...Lingshan, Great Thunder Sound Temple...you, you, are simply...arrogant!"

The three thousand "Tian Shu Laojun" all moved inwards.

Poor Lord Tianshu's avatar, except for a Buddha lamp that has the supreme effect of controlling and suppressing demons, he does not have any powerful imperial weapon treasures with him. Huge red lanterns hang high in the sky, with endless blood light.

Suppressing the old man of Tianshu, he could only watch helplessly as these strange creatures that looked exactly like him pounced on him, tearing apart his flesh and blood piece by piece, breaking his bones, devouring his soul, and destroying his soul.

He completely tore himself into pieces.

He could especially feel that this strand of his soul was being cut open and minced, and the many secrets and secrets hidden deep in the soul were being wildly extracted and identified by a terrifying and evil force.

In fact, this power went straight to the ray of soul that his clone was entrusted with, and some absolute privacy that must not be known to outsiders, not even Taichu Emperor, rushed through crazily.

If the 'Qing Ning' Buddhist lamp is still there, Lord Tianshu is enough to suppress the soul, and he can barely destroy this private memory at the core of the soul before these aliens swallow his own soul.

But at this moment, there was nothing he could do.

He could only struggle wildly, roar, look at his body, and feel his soul being cut, torn, and torn bit by bit... Some scenes from that year flashed before his eyes. Many years ago, in

During their war to destroy the Landa Holy Land, he had seen the Qing Emperor's similar methods countless times.

A wisp of essence and blood creates a clone of the opponent.

Use countless clones of the opponent to cause a strong soul impact on the enemy, and then take the opportunity to deal a fatal blow.

This is the Qing Emperor’s method!

Why was it learned?

Moreover, the methods are more sinister, more ferocious, more sinister, more cruel and unreasonable!

Such cruelty, such no room for mercy...

This method is also very familiar.

Some extremist Buddha elders in the Landa Holy Land had such methods and such mentality...
Chapter completed!