Rebirth: The little puppet emperor, tearing apart the regent with his own hands

Su Qing asked: "Do you want to fight again?"

Su Qing's tone was calm, without any emotion, but in the eyes of the cultivators, this was tantamount to provocation.

"We'll fight with you!" Someone yelled and wanted to get up from the ground and fight again.

Su Qing only glanced at him lightly. The next moment, the man felt his body suddenly sinking, as if he was carrying a thousand kilograms of weight and was pressed to the ground unable to move.

Su Qing looked around the field, and then asked: "Is there anything else you want to continue?"

Everyone present gritted their teeth and looked at him, but no one spoke. The despair spread throughout the place, and everyone felt uneasy. Are they really going to die here...

To everyone's surprise, Su Qing did not take action again, but slowly turned around, apparently planning to leave...

Suddenly, a chuckle rang out, and a deep voice slowly came from the thick fog behind everyone: "Then let me come and play with you?"

The voice came from far to near, with a somewhat careless tone.

Su Qing: "..."

Such a familiar voice, such a familiar accent...

Distant memories that had been deliberately forgotten came to life in Su Qing's mind, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Those frightening, unbearable, painful and desperate memories swept through Su Qing's soul like a tide. He once again felt what it meant to be helpless and what it meant to be powerless...

Su Qing turned around in silence, slowly stood up straight, and then looked behind everyone.

In the thick fog, a figure walked slowly over at a leisurely pace. His figure became clearer and clearer from far to near, until he stood still in front of everyone.

The man's body was surrounded by divine light and immortal aura. So someone immediately recognized the man's identity, and immediately knelt down and exclaimed: "Immortal Lord Hanzhang!!"

"Believers pay homage to Immortal Lord Hanzhang!!!"

"Believers pay homage to Immortal Lord Hanzhang!!!"

"Meet Immortal Lord Hanzhang!!!"

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With a smile on his lips, Immortal Lord Hanzhang slowly waved his sleeves at everyone and said, "Everyone, get up..."

Immediately there was a gentle force that helped everyone stand up.

The cultivators were very excited, and someone immediately asked Immortal Lord Hanzhang: "Please take action to kill these evil spirits!"

Immortal Lord Hanzhang followed the man's gaze and looked at Su Qing. The smile on his lips did not change, but his eyes at Su Qing were somewhat meaningful.

Under that gaze, Su Qing felt that the seal on her cheek began to feel hot, and by the end it started to hurt.

All the power around him was involuntarily absorbed by the seal, and then quickly melted away. The loss of power caused his figure to slowly become transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On the contrary, the light of the seal on his face became more and more intense, and in the end it was clearly visible to everyone.

Only then did everyone see that the word on Su Qing's face turned out to be a small character "Zhang", with a faint divine light lingering in it.

Everyone felt that the divine light looked familiar, and when they looked at Immortal Lord Hanzhang, they suddenly understood.

This ghost actually belongs to the Immortal Lord, no wonder it is so powerful!

Everyone suddenly felt that they seemed to know something extraordinary...

Immortal Lord Hanzhang ignored these mortals, but said to Su Qing with a smile: "Long time no see..."

Su Qing was silent and didn't speak. Immortal Lord Hanzhang didn't care either. He stretched out a hand in the direction of Su Qing...

The next moment, a painting appeared out of thin air, and then slowly floated into the hands of Immortal Lord Hanzhang.

Immortal Lord Hanzhang nodded with satisfaction, and then said to Su Qing: "If you hadn't borrowed my power, you shouldn't have survived in this world.

I came here with the intention of putting everything in order. But you absolutely shouldn’t, absolutely shouldn’t, and you shouldn’t take action against mortals…”

Su Qing knew that he was talking about the mortals who had died in his hands before, so he said in a dumb voice: "They committed heinous crimes and attacked innocent people. They deserved to die..."

A cluster of flames rose from Immortal Lord Hanzhang's palm, wrapping the painting in it.

At the same time, Su Qing's body immediately burst into flames, covering his entire body in flames.

The flames burn the body and scorch the soul. Su Qing bent down in pain, his figure was even more transparent, and there were faint signs of dissipating.

Immortal Lord Hanzhang looked at Su Qing's painful look with a smile, and said to Su Qing with an unchanging expression: "Mortals have their own mortal destiny...

Their heinous crimes will have their own karma, but it will never include death in the hands of evil spirits like you...

Butterfly flutters its wings.

Because of your actions, the fate of countless people has been changed, and the descendants of those people cannot be born normally, and what is destined to happen has also deviated from the track...

You have committed such a huge crime, I can no longer keep you..."

As he spoke, he slowly clenched the scroll in his hand, and the flames in his hand became even more intense.

Su Qing's figure became more transparent and was about to disappear in mid-air...

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew out of thin air, making everyone's clothes rustle.

The plum blossoms on the tree were blown down by the wind, surrounding Su Qing in a flourishing way.

In the flames, Su Qing's robes fluttered, and his long hair flew. The pain on his body seemed to be unable to shake him in the slightest. Although his figure became more transparent and his face gradually blurred, his eyes were clearer than ever.

In the fierce flames, he slowly stood up straight. He was clearly at a disadvantage and had no power to fight back, but the look he looked at Immortal Lord Hanzhang was mocking.

His figure was thin and tall, like a green pine. Among the flowers in the sky, Su Qing laughed, with a little ridicule, but also with a little long-lost wantonness...

Looking at Immortal Lord Hanzhang, he said loudly: "I can't ask for it!"