Xiang Sheng's question could not be answered for a moment, and she had no intention of pursuing the answer.
As long as the purpose is achieved, the details in between are not important.
Soon, the group of four passed through the secret passage in the back hall and came to a quiet secret pavilion.
The substitute glanced at Mingguang, mustered up the courage to walk to the door of the pavilion and rang the bell.
Ding-ling, ding-ling…
The crisp ringing sound turned into a circular sound wave, spreading out in circles.
Soon, an old voice was heard from the secret chamber.
"What is it?"
The substitute's scalp tightened, and he quickly told the whole story about the longevity elixir.
"This matter is of great importance. I dare not make a decision on my own, so I brought the person here."
As soon as the substitute finished transmitting the message, the stone door of the secret chamber rumbled and slowly opened a gap to both sides.
A white-haired old man walked out, his face was 90% similar to the stand-in, except that the former's eyes were more sinister and intimidating.
"Greetings to the Palace Master!"
The stand-in and the Ming family father and son hurriedly saluted, and just as they leaned over.
laugh!
Suddenly, a flash of sword appeared under Xiang Sheng's feet, and it passed by their eyes like lightning. He raised his hand and clenched his fist, and slammed it straight into the face of the Lord of the Demonic Palace.
The Lord of the Demonic Heaven Palace was less than two feet away from Xiang Sheng. At this distance, there was no time to dodge.
His expression changed slightly, and then he felt that the aura emanating from the other party was only at the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, and he immediately sneered:
"You don't know your own limitations!"
He muttered something, raised his hands, and a bone-cutting cold wind appeared out of thin air, penetrated into his sleeves, swelled like a cage, and then shrank rapidly.
"go!"
When the dark wind in his sleeves was suppressed to the limit, the Lord of Demonic Heaven Palace shouted loudly, opened his sleeves, aimed at Xiang Sheng's vital points, and blew out two black whirlwinds in his face.
Just as it was about to hit, Xiang Sheng casually swung his left hand into a palm.
There was a "rip" sound, and the sleeves were shattered, along with the two black whirlwinds.
However, the arm beneath the sleeve was as white as jade, with no visible wound.
Upon seeing this, the sneer on the face of the Lord of Demonic Heaven Palace was immediately replaced by fear, and without saying a word he tried to withdraw and retreat into the secret chamber.
He took it head-on and remained unscathed. What kind of body is this?!
He is no match for him!
However, within such a small space, his speed of explosion was nowhere near as fast as Xiang Sheng's.
Just as he took a step back, Xiang Sheng grabbed his right hand.
Xiang Sheng exerted a little force in her hand, and the Demon Heaven Palace Master immediately leaned towards her involuntarily, his eyes narrowed, and he muttered anxiously: "Senior, please spare me..."
Bang!!
Xiang Sheng punched the Demon Heaven Palace Master in the face, and his head exploded like a watermelon, and his begging for mercy stopped abruptly.
His body was destroyed, and the soul of the Lord of Demonic Palace escaped from his eyebrows. Feeling Xiang Sheng's determination to kill him, he decisively burned part of his soul power and escaped for his life.
"Want to escape?"
A cold look flashed across Xiang Sheng's lips. He clenched his fist and turned it into a palm, brushing away the splattered blood. Countless fragments of time appeared around him.
She quickly chose the scene when the soul of the Lord of the Demonic Sky Palace escaped, and controlled the sword thread to penetrate into the shadow of time, instantly cutting his soul into millions of strands.
The Lord of the Demonic Sky Palace, who had already escaped a long way away, suddenly felt an extreme weakness emerging from his soul, and then his hands and feet began to disappear rapidly.
"What's going on?"
"How could my soul dissipate?!"
"No one is chasing us!"
His face was filled with anger and unwillingness, and his expression changed for a while. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth and flew back. However, halfway through the flight, his soul completely dissipated like mist.
Until everything was reduced to ashes, he still didn't understand how he was tricked.
At the same time, the three people in front of the secret pavilion were already shocked and dazed.
Mingguang was the first to react. He suppressed a few deep breaths, and his true energy circulated in his body. His eyes immediately became bloodshot with excitement.
Dead!
He suddenly looked up at Xiang Sheng's back, his eyes burning like fire, his expression distorted by ecstasy.
The restriction in his body has been lifted, the Demon Palace Master is dead! Not even his soul escaped.
He originally thought that this senior was probably going to tamper with the longevity pill.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the Lord of Demonic Palace came out, this senior actually took action without saying a word!
What was even more unexpected was that this senior only took three breaths from the start to the end!
In just three breaths, he destroyed the overlord of the Earthly Underworld like a rotten tree. What kind of enviable strength is this?!
As he was thinking, Mingguang suddenly turned his gaze to his father in front of him. What appeared in his eyes was no longer hatred, but murderous intent.
Mingqian was so shocked and dazed that he didn't guard against his son behind him at all. By the time he sensed the murderous intent, it was too late.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Three bloody holes appeared out of nowhere in Mingqian's throat, heart, and between his eyebrows.
Mingqian turned around in shock, looking at his son's face covered in blood and a smile, his eyes full of confusion, and he murmured, "Guang...Guang'er..."
"Mingqian, what are you confused about?"
Mingguang said sarcastically, "Isn't it you who caused me to become what I am now?"
He thrust three ice spikes fiercely into Mingqian's body. Seeing the pain on his father's face, he laughed heartily:
"Is it painful? It's okay to be painful!
For the past thirty years, I have been living in this torture every day and night.
And you, Mingqian, only need to experience it briefly, and you can't stand it?"
Mingqian looked confused. He had no idea what his son was talking about.
Was he wrong in letting his son join the Demon Heaven Palace and become the First Holy Son?
Or the Demonic Palace...
He was anxious to break free from his body, wanting to explain to his son and even ask questions, but Mingguang did not give him this opportunity.
The magic weapon that pierced his eyebrows was poisoned, and his soul could not escape from his body at all.
"My son, so cruel..."
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