When Song Jiao and her group arrived at Emperor Luo Hua's palace, everyone gasped at the strange sights around them.
All the flowers, plants and trees around the Emperor's palace have died, and even their vitality has been deprived.
After reading this, is there anything you don’t understand?
The person arranged by Song Jiao only said that he could absorb other people's cultivation, but did not say how difficult it would be to ascend, nor did he mention that he would be exposed during the ascension. At this time, everyone's cultivation aura would burst out in an instant.
Luo Hua loves his disciple so much that how could he notice these details? He would definitely ask someone for help. The consequence of asking for help would be that everything would be exposed to everyone.
At the moment the first bolt of heavenly thunder fell, the entire palace was filled with the aura of those whose cultivation had been absorbed.
A group of people rushed in and headed straight for where Linglong was. They all looked ferocious and wanted to kill the woman immediately.
Luo Hua hadn't realized what was happening yet, and looked at everyone in confusion, "Why are you all so ferocious when you asked me to help you?"
Song Jiao glanced at the Heavenly Monarch, then slowly walked out of the crowd. "Emperor, a few days ago, a magical technique that could absorb others was lost in the Royal Temple, and a bottle of Ten Thousand Year Spiritual Liquid was also lost. This matter has caused quite a stir."
At this point, she looked up at Linglong with murderous intent in her eyes, "I never thought it would be stolen by your good disciple."
"Goddess Fengling, please stop slandering me. I know what kind of person my disciple is!" Luo Hua was also angry, and he was still holding up his fist to resist the thunder while speaking.
Song Jiao sneered, "Your disciple will not be able to survive today's heavenly tribulation. She will have to endure the heavenly tribulation of each person she absorbs!"
"And you don't know, right? From the moment the heavenly tribulation descended, the aura released by those people's original spirits had already rushed out of her body."
"We are not here to help you, but to ask for an explanation."
Tianjun put his hands behind his back and looked at Luo Hua with disappointment, "Luo Hua, this matter is of great importance. I think you should hand over Linglong as soon as possible."
Linglong felt as if her entire body was being bitten by millions of ants. She lay on the ground, scratching and rolling around. "Master, I feel so uncomfortable. It's really so uncomfortable."
"Of course you're feeling uncomfortable. Each type of cultivation you forcefully absorb is different, and your Dantian is too weak to hold so much." Song Jiao smiled and squatted beside Linglong, saying word by word, "This is just the beginning. If you can't control it, you will explode and die."
"Of course, this kind of pain will only last for a month or two at most before you reach the final stage. However, during the period of your body exploding, the thunderclouds will continue to exist. I just don't know whether you will be killed by the thunder first, or by torture first."
Linglong clutched her stomach in pain, looking at Song Jiao fiercely, "Is it you? Did you arrange all this on purpose?"
It hurts, it really hurts.
The piercing pain almost made her collapse.
"For this God, killing you would be easier than crushing an ant. Why would you need to go through so much trouble? Don't you think too highly of yourself?" Song Jiao covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes full of contempt. "But you, on the other hand, are you dissatisfied with my previous actions against you and your master, so you had someone steal this immortal technique?"
"Unfortunately, the results of practicing this immortal technique were torn up by me the day it was collected and brought to the King's Temple."
I just want to mess with you, so what?
Didn't you get fooled too? After all...rather than letting the heroine die quickly, she preferred the heroine lying on the ground like a dog, her life worse than death.
It seemed as if he wanted to stretch out his foot to crush her fingers that were scratching around on the ground!
That's what she thought and did.
"Fengling, what are you doing? It hurts! Master, save me, save me!" Linglong's fingers grabbing the ground were being stepped on hard.
Just as the Heavenly Lord was about to step forward, Qing Yao stopped him and shook her head. "Heavenly Lord, let High Goddess Feng Ling handle this matter herself! How much suffering has she endured at the hands of these two? Besides, stealing things from the King's Temple is a capital crime."
"First, the people from the King's Temple should make the decision. As for the others, they may have to wait a little longer."
"But these people should also give an explanation!" Tianjun sighed helplessly, but then thought of the incident when Song Jiao stripped the emperor naked, and finally nodded in embarrassment, "Okay, I know what to do."
Only after stopping those who wanted to cause trouble could Qing Yao watch the show in peace.
Song Jiao didn't let go of Linglong's hand, but increased the pressure. If you listened carefully, you could hear the creaking sound of bones rubbing against the ground. She raised her eyes to look at Luo Hua, curled her charming lips, and revealed a beautiful smile, "Emperor, you should think carefully about how to resist this thunder, so that it won't fall and kill your little disciple. It is her honor to be tortured by this Supreme God."
"But if the thunder from the sky falls, it will be hard to say."
"Are you threatening this emperor?" Luo Hua narrowed his deep eyes slightly, and his gaze stayed on her for a long time.
"Threat? I don't think so, right? This God is just kindly reminding you." Song Jiao lowered her head and smiled seductively. "I didn't expect that you didn't learn anything else from your master, but you did learn the skills of stealing, robbing and taking things by force. You really deserve to be master and disciple!"
Linglong wanted to retract her hand, but was completely indifferent. The pain in her body continued. She really wanted to escape from here.
Song Jiao took out a dagger, bent down and gestured at Linglong's wrist, "Your hand is pretty, but it's not clean! Why not just cut it off directly?"
After a terrible scream, everyone saw that Ling's hands were cut off and blood was all over the floor.
Before everyone could react, Song Jiao had already stood up and walked towards Linglong's legs.
Another scream of pain.
"Goddess Fengling, you are just jealous of me! You are jealous that Master is good to me, so you treat me like this on purpose. You will not die a good death!" Linglong struggled, but her hands and feet were no longer under her control. She could only raise her head and roar on the ground.
Song Jiao narrowed her eyes and smiled brightly, but she suddenly opened them the next second and looked at her with a playful look, "Jealous? I am indeed very jealous. You are just a useless person who can only act cute and coquettish, but he treats you like a treasure! Am I not trying to help him?"
"A complete waste, isn't that what arouses his desire to protect? Don't you want to be your master's favorite forever?"
"I'm helping you! How come you don't know how to be grateful at all?" Song Jiao's smile suddenly stopped. "People who don't know how to be grateful should just die."
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