Chapter 877 Three-point soul (second update)

The so-called immortal sorrow is a large black net with elasticity and amazing elasticity. Each net line has a rune attached. The blood-colored rune and the black net line are like countless black and red poisonous insects entangled together. The bone-bone cold air makes people daunt.

The net was a hundred feet in a radius, and it was suspended in the largest prison in the Divine Prison. The empty prison was covered with mist on the left and right, and there was no substantial wall. More than a hundred officials in the Secretariat Hall were preparing various torture instruments. They raised their heads from time to time and laughed excitedly at Zhulong's soul.

Zhulong was tied to the sorrow of the gods in a large shape. In the thin net cable, countless black thorns that were thousands of times thinner than cow hairs, even ordinary people could not capture. These black thorns, several feet long, pierced into Zhulong's body, twisted and tangled in his body, and turned into thousands of large and small imprisonment runes that were inseparable from him.

Unless Zhulong exploded his soul, he would not be able to escape from Shenxianchou, the most powerful imprisoning magic weapon in the God Prison. This big net was used in ancient times to imprison 64 of the 360 ​​elders with the highest status of the ancient gods at that time. A total of 64 of the most powerful ancient gods were trapped in Shenxianchou, but none of them could escape smoothly. Everyone was slowly extracted all the divine power in their bodies, transformed it into Shenxianchou's own power, and then their souls were exhausted and died.

Now Wuqi has not asked the prison guards of the Divine Prison to activate the restriction of the immortal sorrow to extract power, but so many black thorns penetrated into the body, Zhulong's face became very ugly. However, the three-foot-high skinny old man was trapped on such a large dark and cold Internet, and no matter how he looked, he felt a pitiful smell.

Seeing Wuqi bringing people in, Zhulong snorted coldly and turned his head disdainfully.

Wuqi strides to Zhulong and slapped hundreds of slaps on Zhulong's face in a row. Zhulong's cultivation is extremely amazing. The human form and body condensed by his soul are no different from his body. Wuqi's slap on his face made him slam his head and slap his head shaking from the sky. Wuqi's power is now scary. Zhulong's face is shattered and a large amount of purple and golden light liquid is squirting out.

These purple and golden light liquids are the natal essence of Zhulong's soul. Losing a drop is equivalent to a piece of soul being destroyed. The natal essence that Wuqi beat Zhulong and caused him to lose is at least equivalent to the soul origin of all the immortal souls of many peak golden immortals.

Zhulong howled in anger, "Tonghai King, you are so brave..."

Wuqi didn't say anything. While Zhulong opened his mouth and shouted, he pinched Zhulong's chin, stretched out his hand to hold his teeth, and slowly pulled Zhulong's two big teeth. Two crisp sounds of "crack" were heard, and the two big teeth turned into two thick purple-gold flames slowly scattered, and Zhulong's face turned pale again. Before Zhulong could scream again, Wuqi took a three-edged wolf teeth thorn handed over by a serving officer in the Zheng Temple beside him, and slowly stabbed Zhulong's body from his heart.

This triangular wolf tooth thorn is forged with earth-heart boiling poison gold. The so-called earth-heart boiling poison gold is the metal produced by soaking countless disasters in the ancient earth-heart poison fire, and absorbing a large amount of poison gas and poison fire from the original Five Elements Gold Essence. This metal is also called evil gold, which has no benefit to the practitioners. Instead, it will die if it touches it. If the soul touches it, it will immediately disappear. Even people in the demonic path rarely use this kind of bad thing to make magic weapons, because they cannot control the damage of the boiling poison gold to themselves.

However, Dayu specializes in mining this kind of evil gold that is extremely harmful to the practitioners to create various torture instruments. This triangular wolf tooth thorn is forged with boiling poison gold. It has just soaked in the venom of the red widow spider, the green hook kisses the saliva of the long snake, and the brain of the nine-legged centipede, which has reached its peak.

The wolf's teeth thorn penetrated Zhulong's heart deeply. Zhulong, whose soul manifested himself, suddenly widened his eyes and let out a loud howl into the clouds. His body quickly changed color, and his body, which was originally the same as a stranger, suddenly turned black, and then quickly transformed into various colors such as red, blue, white, and black. Every time the color changes, Zhulong would roar and scream and tremble all over his body.

A "hissing" sound came from Zhulong's heart, and a hole the size of a fist was corroded into his heart. This blow caused his soul to be extremely damaged. The powerful soul he had cultivated over countless years had lost at least 10% of his cultivation.

Zhulong's eyes were filled with sun and moon. He stared at Wuqi with grin and roared: "Child, how are you going?"

Wuqi coldly pulled out the triangular wolf teeth thorn and slowly aimed it at Zhulong's eyebrows. He said lightly: "Zhulong, listen to me. No matter what ancient god you are or other identity, you are now a watchdog in my Dayu! Do you understand? You are just a watchdog now!"

Zhulong was so angry that his eyes were bulging. He roared angrily and cursed Wuqi with saliva. But Zhulong had too few words, and he tossed and turned and just cursed Wuqi's "little beast" and "little bastard". What is this insignificant lethality for Wuqi, who came from the bottom of society?

He slapped Zhulong's face hard, and made Zhulong's head tilt over the side, almost thrusting his head out. Wuqi stared at Zhulong and sneered: "A qualified watchdog will at least yell a few times when the thief enters the door. You watchdog, your master, was killed by someone, didn't even howl. I really don't know what the use of keeping you?"

The wolf tooth thorn pierced into Zhulong's shoulder, and Zhulong let out a scream again. This time, a large amount of purple gold sweat spurted out from Zhulong's body. As the body manifested by the soul, every drop of sweat was transformed from Zhulong's soul. In just a few breaths, Zhulong's body had become nearly transparent. He stared at Wuqi resentfully, and his eyes seemed to want to swallow Wuqi in one bite.

With a smile, Wuqi pulled out the wolf tooth thorn and pointed it at Zhulong's eyebrows again: "A dog that can't even look at the door will be killed and eaten by meat. Zhulong's meat has internal organs, and many people around me will be interested. Is it, Golden Horn?"

The Jinjiao brothers and Jinyu sisters, who were originally very cute, nodded at the same time, and their bodies above their waists quickly expanded and turned into half of the body of the ferocious and ferocious Flying Ice Fire Dragon Python. Four big mouths stared at Zhulong's soul, and a large amount of saliva kept dripping from their mouths.

Zhulong's face became increasingly ugly. The Flying Ice Fire Dragon Python is the world of all dragon clans. Although Zhulong is an ancient god and has no blood relationship with the dragon clan that Ao Buzun has passed down, his body still belongs to the Dragon Clan. Even Zhulong knows the intimidation of the Flying Ice Fire Dragon Python on the Dragon Clan. He has no doubt that the four evil things around Wuqi can easily swallow his body.

After pondering for a moment, Zhulong said lightly: "What do you want to know."

Wuqi looked at Zhulong in surprise, and shook his head and said, "No, you should be angry, despair, and insult me ​​hysterically, and not talk to me so lightly!"

Zhulong looked at Wuqi in surprise, shook his head and said, "What's wrong? I unfortunately fell into the hands of you and the villain..."

Wuqi interrupted Zhulong's words, and he sneered: "Based on your identity and your cultivation, you have destroyed more than 70% of your soul cultivation by me. You can still talk to me so calmly. Do you have such a great measure? If you are really, why would the Holy Emperor imprison you in the palace as a hub for the large array? Haven't you released you for so many years?"

Zhulong was silent. He looked at Wuqi curiously and asked, "So, why do you think this is?"

Wuqi squinted his eyes and smiled, and nodded, "Old Zhulong, your body is still outside. I have not removed the Xuanyuan Demon-killing Sword Formation, so your body cannot escape. Are you willing to give up your strong body?"

Zhulong looked at Wuqi in even more surprise: "King of Donghai, what did you say? My soul is here, so where can I escape?"

Wuqi stared at Zhulong for a long time, and suddenly became louder. He grabbed Zhulong's soul and opened his mouth to swallow him into his mouth. The strange aura spread out from Wuqi's body. The first innate thief aura extracted all the soul that Zhulong had just lost from the void around him, and continuously injected into Wuqi's body.

Wuqi's soul grew rapidly, and Zhulong's soul was wailing and struggling hard in his body, but under Wuqi's strong suppression, how could he struggle? In just one cup of tea, Zhulong's soul was digested by Wuqi, and all the memories in his soul were squeezed clean by Wuqi.

There was no information related to the assassination of Emperor Hao Zunhuang in Zhulong's soul. It seemed that he had been practicing there in accordance with the rules for so many years and had never participated in anything outside, just like the instructions given to him by Emperor Xuanyuan Huang. But what interested Wuqi was that there was a clear memory in this soul - Zhulong suddenly obtained a secret method three times before, when Emperor Hao Zunhuang had just ascended the throne, and successfully evolved his soul into three.

One old, one middle, one young, three corpses, three corpses. This secret method made Zhulong's Taoist practice advance, and almost surpassed the prohibition that Xuanyuan Huangdi blessed him. With the help of the power of the first candlestick in the world, "Sun and Moon Candle" brewing in Hongmeng above his head, he could instead control the ultimate city protection formation in Liangzhu.

However, Zhulong made a complete mistake this time, and he handed over a perfunctory investigation by Wuqi. However, he never dreamed that Wuqi would not reason with him at all. He directly used such brutal means to swallow his old man's incarnation of the soul and examine his memory from it.

With a grim smile, Wuqi said in a deep voice: "This Zhulong is indeed a ghost in his heart. There is no information about the assassination of His Majesty in this soul. So what about the remaining two souls?"

Before he finished speaking, the earth suddenly trembled violently.

A roar of anger rose into the sky, and even Wuqi, who was in the divine prison, could hear it clearly.
Chapter completed!