Chapter 750 Despicable
When he flew high in the sky, he could see a huge palace in the front. The palace towered into the clouds and was extremely huge. It seemed as if it had been there since ancient times, with an indescribable feeling that it seemed very long ago. .
He looked elsewhere. The world was a little dark and he couldn't see clearly. He couldn't find where Ye Feiye and Wu Gui were.
He sighed when he saw this and could only give up, hoping in his heart that the two of them would be safe.
At this moment, he flapped his wings and flew towards the huge palace.
Along the way, I saw many demonic creatures, and those things were constantly devouring each other. Whenever they met, they would fight to the death.
At this moment, a flying dragon appeared not far ahead.
This guy was actually three to four feet tall. When the thing saw the breeze, it flew towards him.
Qingfeng immediately transformed into a big stick weapon and fought with it. The two were almost evenly matched.
The fight turned upside down for a while, and the two kept flying and fighting, getting closer and closer to the palace.
Just when the fight was at its most intense, Qingfeng suddenly shot three flying swords of consciousness from between his eyebrows and poured them into the flying dragon's brain.
Feilong never thought that Qingfeng could hurt people with a hidden weapon. Without warning, he was directly shot through the head with the sword of consciousness.
Before it could cry out, Qingfeng quickly stepped forward and killed it with a stick.
After Qingfeng finished absorbing this guy's demonic thoughts, he felt that his spiritual consciousness had become infinitely thicker. He roared, and his body actually grew as much as a foot taller, and his whole body became more condensed.
Looking not far ahead, the huge palace is already in sight.
He landed and looked at the extremely tall gate above the palace in front of him.
On the two gates, there is an image of a demon carved on each of them. The image of the demon is vividly depicted with three heads and six arms.
There are two tigers guarding the gate.
When the two tigers saw Qingfeng, they roared with fierce expressions.
Qingfeng was not afraid of these two guys. He stepped forward to see what was in the palace.
When the tiger saw that he was ignoring them, he became angry and pounced on him.
At this time, after absorbing the spirit of the flying dragon, he became even more powerful.
With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out a big stick and struck the tiger.
Although the two tigers were ferocious, they were no match for Qingfeng. After several back and forth fights.
He saw Qingfeng grabbing a fierce tiger with both hands and tearing the tiger apart with force.
The other tiger was actually scared at this moment and turned around to run away.
How could Qingfeng tolerate it like this? It suddenly waved its big stick and the flying sword of consciousness shot out.
Beat it to the ground in a flash.
After absorbing two more big guys, his power of spiritual thought went further, but at this moment he thought of something, although his spiritual soul was even more powerful at this moment.
But after going out, will it still be like this? Could it be Nan Ke Yimeng? Now he is wondering if he has been pulled into the illusion again.
Looking at the door in front of him, he pushed it up with both hands.
There was a constant "click, click, click" sound, and he pushed the door open through a small gap.
Although the gap is not big, it can still allow his body to walk through.
Entering the main hall, it was not as gorgeous as he imagined.
It was very empty. There wasn't even a single pillar in the entire hall, and I didn't know what it was supported by.
On the top of the main hall, there were countless demonic patterns painted on them, but Qingfeng didn't recognize them either.
At the end of the hall, there was a huge seat with a three-foot-tall demon sitting there.
He wore a magic crown on his head and held a magic pestle in his hand. He just sat there motionless, like a decoration.
Qingfeng stepped on the main hall and walked forward step by step.
When he was ten feet away from the demon, he stopped.
"Who are you?" Qingfeng asked.
The demon remained motionless and did not speak.
At this time, he thought in his mind that he might be dead, or that he was too careful.
He took a few steps forward and came to a place about a foot away.
There was indeed no fluctuation in this demon's body. He walked forward again to make sure.
When he was less than three feet in front of the demon, he stretched out his hand and was about to touch the demon.
When his hand was less than half a foot away from the demon, the demon suddenly opened his eyes and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
That smile was as if a cunning plot had succeeded and as if it were ridicule.
He moved and firmly held Qingfeng's arm with one hand.
Just listen to him say: "Now that you are here, don't leave. I have been trapped here for countless years, and I can just borrow your body to return to the world."
Qingfeng was shocked and wanted to break away, but then he realized that the demon's arms were so powerful that he couldn't move at all.
He said angrily: "Since you are so powerful, you still use such despicable methods. It's really shameful."
A sharp look flashed in the demon's eyes and he said: "Hmph, despicable human beings, there is no need to talk about morality with you people, because you are even more shameless."
Then Qingfeng felt a strong force coming, pulling him towards the demon.
At this time, Qingfeng had already guessed that this demon should be acting like this because he couldn't move. Although he didn't know the reason, as long as he broke away, this guy shouldn't be able to catch up.
With this thought, he spread his wings behind him and struggled to break free, just when he wanted to cut off his arm.
The demon sneered twice and said, "It's too late, everything is too late."
His body suddenly turned into countless black demon thoughts, like a viscous liquid, rolling up from his arm and rushing straight up, instantly wrapping up Qingfeng.
Then countless demon thoughts turned into sharp needles and pierced into Qingfeng's consciousness, in order to obtain Qingfeng's energy, or to directly occupy his soul.
Qingfeng only felt that those needles were extremely sharp and very strong. He only heard the sound of puffing, and all the needles were pierced into his body.
The thickest needle pierced his forehead. Once it entered his brain, he knew without thinking that he would die.
Qingfeng stretched out a hand and grabbed the needle fiercely. He struggled hard and used up all his strength, but the needle still moved hard towards his forehead bit by bit.
His strength was too great, Qingfeng could not resist it at all, and could only let it move forward little by little.
It was getting closer and closer, just when Qingfeng was a little desperate.
There was a creaking sound, and at the same time the needle became weak, and Qingfeng immediately bent the needle.
The countless tumbling liquids suddenly stopped, and then the demon's angry voice said: "Who is it, who is it."