"Or what do you want?"

Yi Qianmo asked with a sneer.

"Smash your bones and raise them ashes!"

The monk in black robe said coldly.

Yi Qianmo's spiritual sense swept through and found out the combat power of this person. At the peak of 100,000 dragons, it had almost reached an unreliable level.

In this world, it can be said that it is not an exaggeration to be the strongest except for monks with their origins.

If he met Yi Qianmo before, perhaps Yi Qianmo was really afraid of him, but the black-robed monk met him now.

The remaining origin has been completely refined, and the pot of the old tree spirit's soul's soul's soul has allowed him to cultivate the fourth dragon heart in his body.

In the later stage, he absorbed the essence of life. With his current combat power, even if he faces the Tongtian Sect Master, he is qualified to fight. Not to mention the cultivator from the Soul Palace in front of him.

"I will also give you a chance to kneel down and surrender to me!"

Yi Qianmo glanced at him coldly, "Tell me the structure of the Soul Palace, I can consider spareing your life!"

Hearing this, the monk in black robe was stunned for a moment and said, "Do you know how long you have been in there?"

"Um?"

Yi Qianmo frowned and said, "How long?"

"All half a year!"

The black-robed monk said, "The Tongtian Demon Slaying Array has been arranged, and the immortal tree has arrived in Fengdu City. Your backer is gone!"

He thought Yi Qianmo would be frightened when he heard this, but he found that Yi Qianmo was not afraid, but instead felt a little emotional and said, "It turns out that half a year has passed, but it's not bad, it's only half a year."

"Your backer is gone, aren't you afraid?"

The black-robed monk looked puzzled, "Take the Xuanhuang Cauldron and hand over the origin, I can keep your entire body!"

Yi Qianmo smiled slightly and said, "You all know that I have the Xuanhuang Cauldron in my hand, and I also know that I have the origin in my hand. Are you not afraid?"

The monk in black robe sneered: "So even if you have the Xuanhuang Cauldron and Origin? How could you refine it in such a short time? Not to mention, Origin needs to be opened up to the world before it can be used!"

Yi Qianmo didn't say anything, but just hooked his hand at him and said, "Then why don't you come and give it a try!"

"If you don't want toast, then you can die!"

The black-robed monk's eyes narrowed, and a sword light flashed in his hand. A sharp sword appeared in his hand, and then waved the sword and slashed at Yi Qianmo.

This sword was very fast and even heavier. The combat power of 100,000 dragons was poured into it, and most monks in this world would be unable to resist.

Before the knife fell, the strong sense of oppression had already divided the river under his feet into two sides, and the water of the river directly overflowed to both sides.

Even the waterfall in the distance was divided into two halves under this pressure, and the scene was very spectacular.

This knife was enough to shake the world, but Yi Qianmo raised his hand, stretched out two fingers, and clamped it towards the knife that was slashed.

This scene calmed the black-robed monk in front of him, but his sword continued to cast off and slashed his fingers.

The majestic sword energy poured into the area where the sword fell like a flood.

At the same time, Yi Qianmo's fingers were clamped and he could only hear a "buzzing" sound, and the knife was like a dragon, with a majestic momentum.

But those two fingers were like chains of dragon binding. They clamped the knife between their fingers tightly, and only the "buzzing" vibration was heard, and the knife could not move forward at all.

On the contrary, after the inertia was blocked, the blade body vibrated violently, and the sword energy immediately dissipated under this vibration, and the power of the recoil twisted to the arm of the black-robed monk.

His tiger's mouth numb and his whole body was churning.

But his eyes were full of shock: "You...your power...y...your...your..."

He was unable to determine Yi Qianmo's combat power, but at this moment his eyes were filled with fear. With just two fingers, he clamped her one knife of 100,000 dragons. I'm afraid only the Lord of the Palace and the Supremes of the Soul Palace could do this!

"I didn't expect that I was so strong."

Yi Qianmo felt a little moved.

His current combat power is more than twice as strong as before he entered the Moon Spirit Realm. The black-robed monk in front of him could not test the geometry of his current combat power.

"Faced with the Tongtian Sect Master, it should be a little bit short. After all, he is a strong man who condensed the world with his original origin, and the power of the world will not be weak!"

Yi Qianmo thought to himself.

"Hiss!"

When he heard that Yi Qianmo was going to deal with the Tongtian leader, the black-robed monk took a breath. If it were before, he might have ridiculed Yi Qianmo.

But now he had no doubts. The monk in front of him was already strong, making him feel as if he was facing the Lord of the Soul Palace.

"I...I am willing to surrender!"

The monk in the black robe held the knife and had no intention of fighting at all. He didn't even have the idea of ​​running away at this moment.

Although Yi Qianmo did not release his pressure, he knew that the other party could catch him with two fingers, but he could also use two fingers to crush him to death.

"It's too late!"

Yi Qianmo said coldly, "I want what I want, I will take it myself!"

He raised his hand, and a huge suction force sucked the black-robed monk in front of him, pressed his head, and without waiting for his reaction, his huge spiritual consciousness directly invaded his sea of ​​consciousness.

All the news about the Soul Palace and the memory of this monk were scanned by Yi Qianmo. If someone was here at this moment, he would be shocked.

The monk was pressed by Yi Qianmo and his whole body twitched constantly. In the end, he even bleeding from his seven orifices, his face shattered, and his skin turned white as paper.

Yi Qianmo swept all his memories before he put him down, but at this moment he had completely lost his consciousness.

Under the domineering invasion of his spiritual sense, he had become a walking corpse, landed in the river, and drifted with the river water.

Yi Qianmo closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and all his memories were digested.

If this were the case in the past, he might have been able to intercept fragments, but now his spiritual consciousness is equivalent to the eight-turn of chaos, and this memory cannot affect him at all.

"So that's how the Soul Palace looks like!"

Yi Qianmo thought to himself.

In the memory of this monk, the Soul Hall is the supreme existence, but the Lord of the Palace is not the person who talks, and the Lord of the Palace is more like an old servant who passes the message.

The person who talked about was the twelve supremes behind the Soul Hall. These twelve supremes are very mysterious. With the level of this soul hall cultivator, they cannot reach the twelve supremes.

However, in the memory of this monk, only the palace master could see the twelve supreme emperors in the entire soul hall.

As for the leader of Tongtian, these three saints on the surface are just higher-level servants in front of the twelve supremes, and the three holy lands are all influenced by the twelve supremes.

"The ones I dreamed of before should be these twelve supremes!"

Yi Qianmo thought to himself, "And they seem to know everything about me!"
Chapter completed!