Supreme Soul Sealer

Chapter 596 Taking advantage of your illness, I will kill you (1)
"Pretend?" The gray-robed man suddenly laughed, "With my strength, why should I pretend in front of you? I might as well tell you that my name is Mo Yuanting, and I am not the Jinlian you mentioned."

"Mo Yuanting?" Hearing this, Junqing couldn't help but exclaimed, "Are you the owner of Ancang Palace?"

The owner of Ancang Palace has lived in seclusion for many years, and few people have seen him.But even so, his name is well-known in Tianwaitian.

Junqing knew that a person like him would never make fun of his name, so she believed that he was Mo Yuanting, not Jin Lian.

But why do the two of them have the same face?Is it a coincidence, or something else?

Hearing Junqing's unmistakable identity, Mo Yuanting's eyes moved, "It seems that you recognize me. Tell me, what is your identity?"

"What can I be, just an ordinary person." Jun Qing said.Rumor has it that the master of the Ancang Palace is almost the same as the original Mingjun Yuwenquan, but now that he sees them, he knows that there is such a big difference between the two. trick.

"Ordinary people? How can a person who can summon the veins of the elements be an ordinary person?" Mo Yuanting said, "My patience is limited. Tell me quickly, are you from the Ji clan or the Xuan clan? , or this Holy Master?"

"Is there a difference?" Jun Qing asked.

"Of course." Mo Yuanting said, "If you are a member of the Ji clan, then hand over the elemental veins and I will let you go. But if it is the latter two, then I not only want your elemental veins, but also your life!"

After saying this, if Junqing still can't judge his identity, it's too much to justify.Both the Ji clan and Duo Ling work for Day Wuwei, so he will not kill the Ji clan.There is no doubt that he is the one who seized the soul!
The masters of the majestic palace are all soul-robbers, so the Ancang Palace must also belong to the soul-robbers.I have to say that Duo Ling's hand is really long.

Seeing that Junqing didn't give an answer for a long time, Mo Yuanting said again: "Don't try to escape from me by pretending to be a member of the Ji clan, because no matter where you escape to the ends of the world, I can find you. At that time, I will Let you know what it means to be worse than death."

He is very confident in his current strength. Although this power cannot belong to him for a long time, even if he can only have it for a few days, he is still satisfied.After all, he has already tasted the feeling of holding the universe in his hands and looking down on all living beings.

"In that case, then—" Junqing said, she swung her right hand suddenly, and a long sword suddenly appeared in her hand, drawing a sharp half-arc in the air with a resounding dragon chant, and the silver light of the sword flowed , like a dragon scale, the air of simplicity and boundlessness rushes towards your face.

"This is—" Mo Yuanting's pupils dilated instantly, "Canglong Sword, you actually have the Canglong Sword of the God of Creation!"

That's right, the sword in Junqing's hand is exactly the weapon that the Creator God forged for him, the Canglong Sword.After his death, Canglongjian disappeared.Both Ye Cangyan and Day Wuwei have searched vigorously, but they have found nothing.

It's strange to say that Junqing was taking a bath that day.Her right hand involuntarily caressed her heart, but she suddenly felt a strange fluctuation coming from her heart.

She was shocked, and quickly mobilized all the soul power in her body to force out the thing in her heart. Unexpectedly, it was a sword.After being identified by Ye Cangyan and Wushuang, it was discovered that it was actually the Canglong Sword of the Creator God.

The spirit of Qilong has long been conceived in the Canglong Sword. It is an iceberg beauty in the prime of her youth, named Ah Cang.She appeared amidst the exclamations of the crowd, signed a contract with Junqing without saying a word, and then disappeared without waiting for Junqing to ask.After that, no matter how Junqing called, she never showed up.Junqing had no choice but to give up.

She thought that she would take out this sword again when she was fighting against Zhou Wuwei, but she didn't expect that it would come in handy so soon.That being the case, it's okay, let her try its power!
"You are very discerning." Junqing looked at Mo Yuanting and said, "It seems that Zhou Wuwei has told you a lot."

"Presumptuous, how dare you call your lord by his first name!" Mo Yuanting yelled angrily, "I know, you are the Holy Master of this term, you don't have to deny it, I'm sure you are!"

"I didn't intend to deny it." Junqing's answer was beyond Mo Yuanting's expectation, "Why should I deny it? I just—"

Mo Yuanting heard it just right, and suddenly saw her rushing towards her with a sword raised.In desperation, he hurriedly hid aside and cursed at the same time: "You are so despicable!"

From his point of view, the Holy Master must be kind-hearted and caring about the world, otherwise, at least he should be upright and aboveboard, but what about her?How shameless to engage in a sneak attack.How did such a villain become a Holy Master?
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. My purpose is to kill you. As for the rest, it doesn't matter." Jun Qing ground his toes on the ground, turned 180 degrees on the spot, and attacked Mo Yuanting again.

When she wields the sword, she doesn't have the slightest feeling of a woman's lingering feeling, even compared to most men, she still looks more fierce and ruthless.

The cold sword light was connected together, like a giant fan opened, quickly approaching Mo Yuanting.Mo Yuanting's eyes were serious, he actually underestimated her!Without the help of adults, he is definitely not her opponent.But now, she can only end up with death.

Mo Yuanting formed palms with his hands, raised them from his sides, then stopped in front of his chest, and suddenly pushed out——

"boom!"

In an instant, countless translucent emerald palms emerged out of thin air, and they all attacked Junqing.

In the palm prints all over the sky, Jun Qing felt a strong sense of oppression.She bit her lips tightly, and exerted more force on her hands, the Mosang Dragon Sword Dance was airtight, blocking those palm prints.

Mo Yuanting's eyes were dark, he shouted loudly, more surging soul power poured out, and blessed those palm prints.

One by one, the palm prints ruthlessly bombarded the huge fan woven with sword light, making a crisp metal impact sound.

Every time, Jun Qing felt as if a sledgehammer hit his chest.Is this the difference between the high-level soul circle and the low-level soul circle?One looks like a towering mountain peak, and the other looks like a low and sloping slope, there is no comparison.

(End of this chapter)