Chapter 842 Cruel and Merciless
It was late at night.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder.
There was also heavy rain, and the whole world was dark.
But at this moment, a space black hole suddenly appeared in the sky, and then it quickly shrank and disappeared.
Only a black-robed figure wearing a white mask was quietly suspended in the air. It was Qin Tian who had just escaped from the forbidden area.
And the masked female cultivator who had come out with him was now missing, obviously due to random teleportation.
When the discomfort slowly subsided, Qin Tian immediately explored the power of his spiritual sense and carefully scanned the surrounding area of 100 miles to avoid being ambushed accidentally.
After all, when he entered the forbidden area, he entered the Tianmen as a human cultivator in front of many barbarian masters. Such behavior undoubtedly angered the public.
So it is hard to guarantee that many barbarian masters will not hide around the desolate plains and wait for an opportunity to ambush under the indignation.
As the saying goes, a good tiger cannot stand up to a pack of wolves.
Qin Tian finally escaped from the dead, so he naturally didn't want to fight again.
But fortunately, after detection, he learned that his location was close to the edge of the Desolate Plain. There were not many barbarian masters around, but there were many low-level wild beasts. The roars of beasts from time to time echoed in the mountains and forests.
In view of this situation, Qin Tian naturally did not hesitate at all. He quickly urged the Hidden Yuan Jue to converge his own breath and turned into a blurred afterimage to rush away.
After all, after a hard battle with the Dark Moon Saint King, his soul power has been damaged at this moment. He must immediately find a secret place to recuperate, otherwise it would be bad if there were any hidden dangers left.
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Inside the inheritance forbidden area.
Above the dark sky, not far from the disappearance of the space black hole, the Dark Moon Saint King was suspended in the air, his eyes were full of evil and he scanned the whole scene. He was obviously secretly angry about the escape of Qin Tian and others.
In the air not far away, the Tianmen Spirit, whose essence had been severely overdrawn, was floating dimly, and even its momentum was extremely weak.
Seeing this scene, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the Dark Moon Saint King, and then he flew directly to the Tianmen, and said in a condescending and majestic tone:
"Tianmen Spirit, are you willing to submit to me?"
As the voice fell, a white light suddenly lit up above the Tianmen, and slowly condensed into the figure of a little boy.
However, at this moment, its figure has become extremely illusory, and it looks completely powerless.
But its little face was full of stubbornness, and it even said with a little disdain:
"Bold Mingyue, you disobeyed the ban of the Barbarian God and provoked the Saint King's civil strife, and you also wanted to start a war in the Canglan Realm, ignoring the hundreds of millions of people of my Barbarian Clan!"
"Your behavior is simply unworthy of being called the Ancient Saint King!"
"I am the treasure of the clan appointed by the Barbarian God, how could I submit to you, a traitor!"
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Hearing this, the Saint King Mingyue, who had been suppressing his anger, suddenly showed a trace of cold murderous intent on his face, and then smiled and whispered:
"Really? In this case, your weapon spirit is useless!"
After saying this, the Saint King Mingyue suddenly raised his hand and grabbed it in the air, shooting out a thick black soul light, quickly capturing the illusory body of the Tianmen weapon spirit and pinching it hard on the neck.
Then a strange black soul fire suddenly appeared, and the blazing flames wrapped the Tianmen spirit inside, burning madly.
Suffering from this sudden attack, the little boy's face suddenly showed pain, and his body trembled slightly, but he did not show any fear, but shouted fearlessly:
"Bold Mingyue, without the recognition of the spirit, you will never be able to control the power of Tianmen!"
However, hearing this, the Holy King Mingyue was full of sarcasm, and said in a rather cold and arrogant tone:
"I have the heart of controlling treasures in my hand, why do I need the recognition of your mere spirit? Even if I completely wipe you out on the spot, it will only damage the spirituality of Tianmen a little!"
As soon as these words came out, the little boy's face suddenly became cold and angry. His face changed drastically, his eyes were full of horror, and he said in panic:
"The Heart Art of Controlling Treasures? This... is impossible. The Barbarian God originally divided the Heart Art of Controlling Treasures into three parts, and gave them to three disciples for safekeeping. You only have one third at most...!"
But before he could finish his words, the Dark Moon Saint King interrupted him without any hesitation:
"You don't need to worry about this, just go to Huangquan for retreat!"
As soon as he finished his words, the Dark Moon Saint King suddenly raised his hand and waved, controlling the black soul fire to surge wildly, and in an instant, the little boy was incinerated and dissipated.
Only a shrill scream was left, echoing endlessly in the air.
When everything returned to calm, the originally hundred-foot-high Tianmen had slowly shrunk to the size of a palm, and the brilliance of the whole body was dimmed to the extreme, obviously the spirituality had been greatly damaged.
Upon seeing this situation, Saint King Mingyue snorted coldly, clasped his hands together, and produced a series of ancient marks, which, along with a drop of bright red blood, sank into the body of Tianmen.
Since there was no interference from the spirit of the weapon, the entire refining process was extremely fast and was completed in just a few breaths.
However, since the "Treasure Control Heart Technique" was not complete, it could only be considered a preliminary refining process at present, and was not enough to exert the full power of the Tianmen Spirit Treasure.
However, for this situation, the Holy King Mingyue did not show any worry. Instead, he calmly waved his hand to collect the Tianmen, and then flew directly to the chaotic battlefield.
The originally raging soul power self-explosion power had gradually dissipated at this moment, and the sky had regained its faint blood color.
The residual souls of the several holy kings swept by the self-explosion power were almost all annihilated. Only the Holy King Qingcang relied on his powerful soul power to barely escape!
But at this moment, his figure became extremely illusory, and it was obvious that his soul power was extremely consumed and he was already in a state of exhaustion.
Perhaps he sensed the approach of Saint King Mingyue, and Saint King Qingcang showed a look of joy on his face, with a little tenderness in his eyes, and said in a slightly trembling voice:
"Junior sister, you finally came out, it's because I'm useless, I made you suffer all these years!"
Hearing this, Saint King Mingyue also showed a touch of shyness on his face, like a tired bird flying into the forest, and flew straight towards Saint King Qingcang.
"Why do you say that, Senior Brother, if it weren't for your help, how could I have a chance to escape! From now on, we will never be separated again!"
In an instant, the two figures quickly embraced each other in mid-air, it was really a beautiful scene of love between a man and a woman.
And Saint King Qingcang was also immersed in it, his face full of sighs and sighs, quietly letting go of the pain of missing him for thousands of years.
But at this moment, the Holy King of Dark Moon quietly raised his head, smiled sweetly, and said softly with a gentle face:
"Brother, your soul power is seriously damaged, why not let me help you stabilize it!"
The Holy King of Qingcang heard it without any doubt, and immediately let go of his mind.
However, taking this opportunity, the Holy King of Dark Moon, who was still affectionate a moment ago, suddenly flashed a cold light in his eyes, and then without hesitation, he grabbed with one hand and inserted it directly into the chest of the Holy King of Qingcang, and a ball of black soul fire instantly erupted.