Zhu Wen felt a little regretful, but he comforted himself, "But it's still a good use of something! My father made this for me so that I could kill that bastard in the secret realm!"
Just thinking about Mo Xie's terrifying talent, and that he even passed the inheritance of a Demon Ancestor...
"I'm afraid even that heaven-defying demoness from my Demonic Sect is inferior to him, isn't she?"
Thinking that he had eliminated such a major threat, Zhu Wen felt that he had made the best use of his abilities.
His face was cold and sinister. "Once we get out, we must find his family and turn all the women in his family into Yin slaves..."
Just then,
A chilling voice, as if from hell, rang in his ears, "So, you've lost that old dog's methods..."
The spirits of the Zhu Wen dead were greatly disturbed.
With a burst of energy, he dodged to the side.
"Moye...you...you're still alive?!"
Zhu Wen's face looked very unpleasant.
He was tricked into entering the Demon Ancestor's legacy, and everyone thought he was doomed.
But he made it out alive!
Now, under the full force of Father's palm strike, who is at the half-step Emperor Realm.
He actually survived!
Is this guy just unkillable?!
He felt as if he had swallowed a dead fly.
But the next second...
Zhu Wen squinted at Mo Xie, noticing his deathly pale face and pitifully weak aura. He laughed loudly, "Hahaha, you're at your last gasp now, far inferior to me..."
His face was grim. "Who gave you the courage to hunt me down alone?!"
Mo Xie said calmly, "Stop testing me, I'm all alone!"
Seeing that no one had come, Zhu Wen's expression relaxed, and he said cruelly, "That's perfect, then I'll kill you with my own hands to avenge my deepest hatred! Don't worry, to avenge your foolishness, I'll give you a quick death!"
Mo Xie's demonic aura subsided. "Don't worry, I'll give you a quick death too!"
Zhu Wen subconsciously felt that something was wrong.
but,
Mo Xie's weakness was undeniable.
Moreover,
Now even his demonic aura has dissipated...
What threat could a demonic cultivator pose without relying on demonic energy?
This is a great opportunity!
Zhu Wen, believing he had seized the opportunity, charged at Mo Xie, shouting, "Die!"
“I am indeed very weak, but to kill you…”
A glint of fire flashed in Mo Xie's eyes. "That's enough!"
As soon as he finished speaking,
A fiery heat that momentarily halted the Zhu Wen demonic energy ignited within Mo Xie.
Mo Xie said in a deep voice, "Crimson Flame Severs Cloud Waves!"
boom!
A crescent-shaped flame, like a wave, surged from Mo Xie's hands and swept towards Zhu Wen.
Bang!
Zhu Wen was sent flying backwards.
It fell to the ground.
His chest was charred black, sizzling like roasted meat, and emitting foul-smelling white smoke.
"you……"
Zhu Wen barely managed to lift his head, glancing at Mo Xie with a horrified expression, "...My father won't let you get away with this...Someone will avenge me..."
Then his neck tilted to the side, and he died completely.
Mo Xie immediately sealed the [Flame Holy Body] and took a few deep breaths.
Then he slowly walked forward.
"It stinks!"
Moye fanned herself by her nose.
He took out a knife from his Qiankun bag.
He chopped off Zhu Wen's head...
Then they lifted his head and picked up his Qiankun bag.
He turned and left.
—Even without the owner's "password," outsiders cannot open the Qiankun Bag.
But where there is business opportunity, there is market, so a profession was born - the "lock picker" who specializes in opening Qiankun bags.
As the son of the vice sect leader of the Demon Sect, Zhu Wen must have some good stuff, right?
Mo Xie smiled slightly.
He lived in poverty!
Although his family is indeed very prominent.
But it has nothing to do with him—unless he can give up trying to get something, he can forget about using the family resources.
At least,
Before some point in the not-too-distant future arrives...
soon,
Mo Xie's figure then disappeared from this place.
Only Zhu Wen's headless corpse remained, slowly decaying in the soil.
People die every day in this world. One second they might be laughing triumphantly, and the next they might be beheaded...
...
Inside a dilapidated, once magnificent palace in the mysterious realm of magic.
A young girl dressed in a magnificent and grand sacrificial robe sat cross-legged in the center of the hall.
Thousands of images reflect the situation in various secret heritage sites in real time.
She seemed to sense something.
His cute brows furrowed.
She closed her eyes slightly, and exclaimed in surprise, "Huh, it's that little guy? No wonder..."
She was slightly puzzled. "How could he have mastered such a level of fire cultivation in just a few days? But... how did he manage to escape my notice?"
The girl opened her eyes, gently shook her head, and the ornate and exquisite ornaments on her robe swayed from side to side, making a tinkling sound.
"I've heard old men say that in the distant past, even a chicken could cultivate itself into a holy emperor... So what's so strange about that?"
The girl, though her face was delicate and youthful, seemed to possess a sense of world-weariness, but she quickly regained her composure.
I don't know how much time has passed...
Her eyes lit up as she looked at the "surveillance footage," exclaiming, "This year's batch of kids is of very high quality!"
"Shouldn't we have reached that level by now?"
"This is the first time in all these years!"
"Now I'm finally not so bored!"
She supported her slightly chubby cheeks with one hand.
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