After the truth came out, they begged me not to die.

Inside the mirror.

Chen Zun was still chasing Mo Wu and bit off several balls of soul essence.

Therefore, Mo Wu's green light became much smaller and became dimmer, like a burned out candle that could be extinguished at any time.

Mo Wu knew that he was outmatched, so he had to beg for mercy in order to survive without caring about his face.

He whined: "I was wrong. You, sir, have a lot of them. Please let me go this time."

Chen Zun refused and said angrily: "I want to beg for mercy now, it's too late."

He knew that Mo Wu's begging for mercy at this time was just a temporary measure. His body was still imprisoned. If he let him go, wouldn't it be like letting the tiger go back to the mountain?

If he hadn't received great fortune and had the cultivation level of the Danjing stage, he would have been taken away long ago.

Therefore, to be kind to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself.

No matter what, Mo Wu is determined to take it, no matter who comes, it won't work.

While speaking, Chen Zun's soul turned into a big mouth, caught up with Mo Wu, and bit out another large ball of green light.

"what……!"

Mo Wu's continuous screams filled the darkness.

Physical pain can be endured by gritting one's teeth.

But the Yuanshen is in the form of the soul. If the Yuanshen is hurt, the real pain will reach deep into the soul and cannot be suppressed. It is hundreds of times stronger than the pain caused by all the tortures in the world.

Seeing this, Chen Zun decided to beat up the drowned dog, and without giving Mo Wu a chance to breathe, he stepped forward and bit him like crazy.

The screams continued, but became quieter and quieter.

Mo Wu saw that begging for mercy was in vain and that there was no hope of survival. When he was about to die, he uttered the last curse.

"Chen Zun, you must die a happy death!"

His voice was full of spite, as penetrating as the voice of Jiuyou Ligui.

Chen Zun turned a deaf ear and buried his head in devouring Mo Wu's soul.

Soon, the darkness became silent again, with only Chen Zun's white light group enlarging by one-third.

It seems that Mo Wu has never appeared here.

After devouring Mo Wu's soul, Chen Zun felt as if he had eaten the most delicious food in the world, and felt that his soul was extremely comfortable.

Suddenly, Chen Zun's soul suddenly rose, and a bright light burst out like daylight. The darkness was instantly dispelled, revealing a vast white space with no end in sight.

Chen Zun didn't know what was going on outside, so he didn't dare to stay in Niwan Palace any longer, and his soul fell toward the white bottom.

boom!

The familiar control over his body returned. He suddenly opened his eyes, and a white light flashed in his eyes, and he could see the things around him clearly.

What caught his eye was Mo Wu's extremely frightened old face. He still maintained his posture of sitting cross-legged and pointing forward.

However, his breath was gone and he had turned into a dead corpse.

Chen Zun was startled and stepped back a few times.

Mo Wu's body fell backwards.

Chen Zun stood up quickly and found that the mirror on the roof had cracked into several pieces, and the cattail leaf tray he had been sitting on had turned into a pile of dust, as if it had been burned by fire.

Chen Zun recalled the battle over the body just now. Even though his side was unilaterally crushing it, he was still in shock.

If it were not for the great fortune and great fortune, there would be no chance of survival.

This also made him deeply realize that although most mortals are insensitive, they are still not as cunning and sinister as those who cultivate immortality.

Chen Zun realized that he should not be careless when dealing with immortal cultivators, but must be cautious, otherwise he would not know when he was tricked.

When he was in a normal mood, Chen Zun began to deal with the follow-up.

He fired a ray of white light at Mo Wu's body, which immediately turned into a mass of crystal clear ice, and then pinched it slightly with his fingers.

Snapped!

The ice immediately broke into countless small pieces, and then a ball of fire enveloped it. Mo Wu's body was burned completely in an instant, leaving only a palm-sized gray cloth bag on the spot.

From then on, Mo Wu no longer existed in this world.

Chen Zun walked over and picked up the cloth bag. It was Mo Wu's remaining storage bag. The man was dead, and the mark left on the storage bag naturally disappeared, becoming an ownerless thing.

He scanned the storage bag with his spiritual consciousness. There was not much space and few items. All the useful and valuable items were used up by Mo Wu and sold out.

Apart from Hanyu Dew and Ice Vein Cold Fruit, there is only a spirit-detecting stone and a few bottles of things.

There are only so many relics of the monks in the pill-forming stage, and they are really very poor.

Chen Zun devoured Mo Wu's soul and naturally inherited part of his memory. He knew that these things were of little use to him now, so he had no intention of playing with them.

Then, according to Mo Wu's memory, he put the small bronze tripod and the cattail pan into the storage bag. These two things can be said to be Mo Wu's most valuable relics.

The former is an alchemy furnace purchased by Mo Wu in his early years and is of good quality.

The Pu Pan was the thing that Mo Wu used to kill the man who took the auxiliary pill-forming elixir. It has the function of gathering spiritual energy and calming the mind, which is of great help in cultivation.

As for the mirror on the roof, although it was a magic weapon, it had been completely destroyed and had little value. It was thrown into the storage bag and ignored.

After cleaning everything, Chen Zuncai walked out of the room, closed the door, and returned to Zhao Lingyun.

Sitting on the stool, Chen Zun stared at Zhao Lingyun's sleeping face with a worried look on his face.

Because, from Mo Wu's remaining memories, he discovered that Zhao Lingyun's current improvement was only temporary.

It was just that Mo Wu used secret techniques to squeeze the functions of Zhao Lingyun's body and forcibly suppress the heat poison. Within a month, when the heat poison recurred again, death was imminent.

Thinking of this, Chen Zun's face turned cold and he hated Mo Wu even more. This bitch deserves to die.

However, thanks to Mo Wu's memory, he also roughly understood what kind of place he was in now.

There is even news about Tianyuan Sect.

From Mo Wu's memory, we learned that this world is called Tianluo Continent, and it has a vast territory. With Mo Wu's knowledge, it is impossible to know how big it is.

All I know is that to the east is the endless abyss, to the west is the barbaric alien race, to the north is the extreme cold land, and to the south is the Hundred Thousand Mountains, which is the territory of the demon clan.

The middle piece is the Central Plains where the human race is located. There are many sects and countries standing there.

However, those who truly rule the Central Plains are the Seven Immortal Sects and the Three Great Dynasties.

The seven Immortal Sects are Tianyuan Sect, Shuiyuezhai, Jiudingfang, Xiaoyao Sect, Qianqiu Pavilion, Ketuo Temple and Jiuxingmen.

The three major dynasties are the Qi Dynasty, the Northern Tang Dynasty, and the Wei Dynasty.

Each of these ten forces has its own side and has been inherited for thousands of years. Among them, Tianyuan Sect is the most powerful.

The place where Chen Zun is now is a small secular country called Wei within the sphere of influence of the Nine Star Gate, which is in a remote area.

According to Mo Wu's understanding, with his cultivation level in the Dan Formation stage, the journey to Tianyuan Sect would take at least half a year.

Chen Zun was both excited and anxious.

He was excited because he finally knew the news about Tianyuan Sect, but he was anxious because it would take at least half a year to get there. He could afford to wait, but Zhao Lingyun's body couldn't afford to wait.

However, in order for Zhao Lingyun to survive, Chen Zun decided to leave tomorrow when she wakes up.

He held Zhao Lingyun's hand tightly, his eyes firm and resolute.

"Yun'er, even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, my brother will even die for you, but he will still find a way for you to survive."