Having said this, Long Dengzi took out a long black flag out of thin air, and at the same time, thousands of blood-red mouths with sharp teeth and eyeballs suddenly appeared on his thin cheeks.

And these mouths smiled sinisterly at the same time:

"Jiejiejiejiejiejie, fellow Taoist Qingyangzi, the fragrance of Nascent Soul that you kept exuding along the way made Pindao greedy. Come on, come on, let Pindao take a bite quickly, and then go to Pindao.

Let’s take a walk in the Demon Emperor’s Banner, Jie Jie Jie Jie.”

While laughing sinisterly, Long Dengzi waved his long flag and suddenly covered Yan Qingyang who was not far away.

But Yan Qingyang snorted coldly, grinned and said mockingly:

"Jie, your mother is so tall, she really thinks she is the elder of the Soul Palace! Old Dengzi, open your eyes and take a good look at what kind of cultivation your grandfather and I are!"

After saying that, he suddenly dispersed the true energy aura of his late Nascent Soul stage.

In an instant, all the giant trees in the entire boundless forest collapsed into ashes and turned into nothing.

The dumbfounded Long Dengzi was forced into the depths of the mountains by this terrifying aura that covered the sky and the earth.

I don’t know how many infinite and endless years of the mortal universe have been crushed and crushed by them, turning them into meaningless nothingness.

"How is it possible? How is it possible?!"

The body of the Nascent Soul was broken, and the dim dragon Dengzi roared, "How can you, a small miscellaneous cultivator from a desolate world, have the realm of the late Nascent Soul? This is unreasonable!"

"Is it useful to talk so much?"

Yan Qingyang strolled up to Long Dengzi, stepped on his broken face, and said with a cold smile, "It doesn't matter if it's true or not, it's okay if I can beat you into a dead dog."

"Fellow."

The situation was stronger than others. Long Dengzi calmed down and said harmoniously, "This time it is indeed Pindao's fault. How about this, fellow Taoist puts a slave seal on Pindao's Nascent Soul, so that fellow Taoist can get a

A good servant can save his life even if he is a poor Taoist, what do you think, fellow Taoist?"

"inappropriate."

Yan Qingyang shook his head, "I have always believed in making enough food and clothing by myself. I don't need any bullshit slaves at all. And if you continue to live, it will only make me have more nightmares at night, so... it's better to kill you."

Saying that, it’s time to take action.

"Wait a minute!"

Long Dengzi begged for mercy again, "How about, fellow Taoist, you abolish Pindao's cultivation, delete Pindao's memory, and release Pindao as a lonely soul to reincarnate in the lower world, so that Pindao can also have something to think about..."

"I'll give you a chance to make a comeback, right?"

Yan Qingyang sneered and said, "What a sweet dream, please stop talking nonsense and die soon..."

"Wait a minute!"

Long Dengzi begged for mercy again without giving up, but Yan Qingyang was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, and crushed the dim Yuanying with just a little force with his foot.
Chapter completed!