Chapter 496: Hundred-Day Soul Devouring Pill
After a long time, everyone came to their senses and finally accepted the fact that Diao Zhengde was dead.
"Sir, what should we do with these people?" Hu Xiaoli came to Wan Qirong's side, swept his beautiful eyes over the others, and spoke coldly.
Everyone was swept by sinister eyes, and an extremely strong sense of fear spread in their hearts. Their backs were instantly soaked with sweat, and pairs of pairs looked at Wan Qirong and Hu Xiaoli with fearful eyes.
"City Lord Wan, please return Master Diao's body to me." Wu Mang calmed down and stepped forward to return Diao Zhengde's body. Until this moment, he still didn't understand and was still wondering why Diao Zhengde died. Wan Qirong is so sad.
"Trash!" A deep and cold voice sounded. Wan Qirong raised his eyebrows and locked his gaze on Wu Mang. Angry murderous intent suddenly released from his body.
"Trash?" Wu Mang was stunned for a moment, sensing the cold killing intent, which made him a little angry.
He was very unhappy when Diao Zhengde died, but now someone came out and scolded him for no reason. How could he not be angry.
Mo Feng and Qiu Wuhen were also surprised. Even if Wu Mang failed to protect Diao Zhengde, does it have nothing to do with you Wan Qirong?
"The majestic Commander of the Danwu Hall, but you let a boy of the fourth level of the giant spirit kill Diao Zhengde in front of you. What else are you if you are not a waste!" The cold roar fell, and Wan Qirong suddenly stood up and stepped out in one step. , the murderous intention all over his body is getting stronger and stronger.
"Whoa! Whoa!" The six-character ghost words suddenly appeared, two piercing black lights shot out fiercely, and an evil aura suddenly bloomed.
"You..." Wu Mang's pupils suddenly shrank, and endless despair flashed in his eyes. Just when he was about to speak, he felt a warm liquid spurting out, and he subconsciously held his neck, but his whole head flew away directly. He stood up and shot out a bloody light in the air.
The leader of Danwu Palace died!
Seeing this scene, everyone's hearts trembled wildly, staring at the headless corpse on the ground, as if they still couldn't believe it.
"You deserve to die too!" Wan Qirong killed Wu Mang, but did not stop there. The murderous intention in his body became stronger and stronger. The six-character ghost words circulated around his body, and the powerful aura spread. Many people directly I was overwhelmed by the momentum of the six-character ghost words.
"Kill!" An indifferent roar sounded, and the ghost words with the word "Zhan" emitted two black rays, and the two warriors closest to Wan Qirong died immediately.
Something suddenly rang out from Mo Feng and Qiu Wuhen, their faces became panicked, and their voices began to tremble: "City Lord Wan, let us go, we will definitely not leak the fact that you are from Ling Xuantian Pavilion."
Only then did the two of them realize that Wan Qirong had just admitted his identity and was trying to silence someone.
But they were wrong. Wan Qirong was just venting his anger.
With Diao Zhengde's death, Ling Xuantian Pavilion's main line that had been laid out by the Alchemist Guild for many years was completely broken. For Ling Xuantian Pavilion, this was an inestimable loss. The most important thing was that the things on Diao Zhengde's body were also taken away.
The overwhelming anger must find a place to vent.
It can only be said that Mo Feng and others were so unlucky that they became the targets of Wan Qirong's anger.
In the blink of an eye, Wan Qirong killed all thirty or forty warriors, leaving only Mo Feng and Qiu Wuhen, and two young warriors, Mo Lei and Qiu Shaofeng.
Mo Lei and Qiu Shaofeng were both young geniuses in Xumi Lingdu. This time they came to the Abyss of Chaos, but they were hit hard. They originally expected to have some opportunities, but unexpectedly they met Wan Qirong, the god of death.
"You,..." Wan Qirong stared at Mo Feng, Qiu Wuhen and others with vicious eyes, and the powerful murderous intention shrouded them like a substance.
"Plop! Plop!" Mo Feng, Qiu Wuhen and others were so frightened that their legs softened and they fell to their knees.
Wan Qirong naturally had a plan to leave these people alive. Four black elixirs appeared in her hand, she threw them directly to the four people and said coldly: "Eat it!"
"Hundred-Day Soul-Eating Pill!" Hu Xiaoli's pupils shrank suddenly when he saw the black elixir. This is the most poisonous elixir used by Lingxuan Tiange to control the killer. After taking it, you will not be able to get a replacement within a hundred days. If the antidote is not given, the soul will be devoured, and in the end the seven holes will bleed to death.
Moreover, it is rumored that there is no cure for the Hundred-Day Soul-Eating Pill, and the only way to survive is through the hands of the pavilion master, Ghost Ghost. Every hundred days, distribute it to
However, Hu Xiaoli did not take the Hundred-Day Soul-Eating Pill because she had something more important in the ghost's hand.
"Wan, City Lord Wan, what is this?" Mo Feng and others could guess with their toes that the black elixir in their hands must be poison elixir, but they still asked in a panic.
"Eat it!" Wan Qirong did not answer, but said even more coldly.
Mo Feng, Qiu Wuhen and others took a look at the corpse on the ground, and finally couldn't resist the fear of death. They felt cruel and ate the Hundred-Day Soul-Eating Pill.
The four people in Mo Feng felt terrified. The moment they took the Hundred-Day Soul-Eating Pill, they felt a huge pain that was tearing their bodies and souls apart. This kind of pain was unbearable for them.
"Ah!..." Heart-rending screams rang out. Unable to bear the pain of their souls being torn apart, the four of them pulled their bodies hard, as if they wanted to release the devil in their bodies.
After a while, the four people were covered in blood, their faces were hideous, and they no longer looked human.
Wan Qirong and Hu Xiaoli looked at the scene in front of them coldly, without any sympathy, and with indifference in their eyes.
After a long time, Mo Feng and the four of them were all curled up and shivering on the ground, not knowing whether they had adapted to the pain or were tired.
"Hmph!" Seeing that it was almost done, Wanqi Rong smiled coldly, four white elixirs appeared in her hand, and she threw them directly on the ground, saying: "What you just took was the Hundred Days Soul Devouring Pill, there is no medicine in the world that can cure it. This is a elixir that temporarily delays your pain, take it first."
After hearing this, the four people all got up, trembling as they picked up the white elixir on the ground, and swallowed it with dirt.
After a while, the four people's faces eased a little, and they looked at Wanqi Rong with deep fear.
"Very good! I want you to remember this pain forever." Wanqi Rong smiled sinisterly, and four death tokens appeared in his hand, and he threw them to the four people, "From now on, you are Lingxuantian Pavilion's people, you must always remember that you are my dogs, your lives are in my hands, I want you to live and you live, I want you to die and you die."
Mo Feng and the other four looked at each other, with extreme regret in their eyes.
The pain just now was too horrible, painful to the bone, and unable to resist.
If they had known this earlier, they would not have taken the Hundred Days Soul Devouring Pill and would have fought with Wanqi Rong. Even if they died, they would not have to suffer this living torture.
But now it is too late. They can only become Wanqi Rong's dogs and let her drive them.
"Why don't you thank the Deputy Pavilion Master for the medicine?" Hu Xiaoli chuckled, enjoying the situation in front of him.
"Thank you, Deputy Pavilion Master, for the medicine." Mo Feng and the other four reacted and kowtowed to Wanqi Rong to express their gratitude.
"Hahaha!" Wanqi Rong laughed wildly and said in her heart: "Although we lost Diao Zhengde, we got the outer sect elders of the two major families and two direct disciples. It's not too bad. Four major families, I want to see how long you can rule the three thousand small worlds!"