He should have directly possessed that cultivator.
Miscalculation, miscalculation.
The Lord of Hongmeng, Chiyue, naturally wouldn't let him go.
He sneered directly, "Since you're not Emperor Yuntian, then let's destroy you!"
Keeping it is just a waste of food.
He learned this trick from his wife.
At this moment, Yuanyuan and Xiao Mo'er also arrived.
They had just searched the palace but found nothing, so they rushed over. Several other cultivators went to search the palace at the back.
"We've captured a soul." Hongmeng Lord Chiyue said to Xiao Mo'er.
Xiao Mo'er had Hongmeng Zhu Chiyue extract the old man's soul and control it within the formation.
The old man sneered, and as soon as he was released, he frantically darted into Yuan Yuan's sea of consciousness.
When they saw what was in his mind, they were immediately... stunned.
Yuan Yuan strangled him half to death before finally expelling him.
His soul was nearly scattered, and he dared not move again.
"So what if I am Emperor Yuntian?"
"What do you want to do?" The old man covered his face with his hands, his expression sorrowful.
The turkey sized up the old man, its beady eyes turning blue.
"Is he really Emperor Yuntian?"
"Isn't he... still alive?"
"What do you care whether I live or die?"
"Mind your own business!" The old man put his hands down and cursed loudly.
Xiao Mo'er chuckled, "You wouldn't... have been possessed and sealed here, would you?"
With that one sentence, the old man immediately shut up.
After a while, he burst into curses, "That bastard not only took my body, but also abducted my Daoist partner."
"I am his mortal enemy."
"Pfft."
"How awful." Yao Yao couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The old man was extremely angry.
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