"Feng Cantian!"
King Jin endured the severe pain in his body, looked ferocious, and gritted his teeth and said: "Even if you kill me, you servants can't do anything!"
"As long as Immortal Emperor Shenxiao is here, I will never tolerate you breaking the class rules of the heaven!"
It seemed that King Jin was just struggling before his death, but in fact, his words had sinister intentions.
It is nothing more than trying to lure Feng Cantian to Shenxiao Palace to confront the Immortal Emperor Shenxiao!
At this time, in the Shenxiao Palace, there was not only the Immortal Emperor Shenxiao, but also the Immortal Emperor Jiuxiao!
As long as Feng Cantian dares to set foot there, he will definitely die!
This was King Jin's final counterattack.
"Whether we can succeed or not, you have no chance to see."
Feng Cantian sneered and said: "The last scene you will see in this life is the destruction of the Great Jin Immortal Kingdom!"
boom!
Feng Cantian threw the Evil-Scarying Spear in his hand, turned into a bolt of lightning, and stabbed King Jin's head. It exploded instantly and filled the air with blood!
King Jin died!
All forces from the Shenxiao Immortal Domain gathered around, and countless monks gathered together densely, but they were unusually quiet.
Some monks belonging to the Imperial City of Jin Dynasty had already fled in all directions.
Just as Feng Cantian said, the Great Jin Immortal Kingdom is over!
Compared with the fate of King Tianxing, King Jin was not much better.
King Jin never regarded the monks from the lower world as human beings.
Before he died, his limbs were cut off by more than a dozen Rakshasa kings, and he rolled in mid-air like a plaything, losing all dignity.
Like a dead dog, covered in blood, casually abandoned on the long street.
Just like he once did to many creatures in the lower world.
It's like a reincarnation.
King Yunyou watched all this happen, and the fear in his heart became deeper and deeper.
The King of Heavenly Punishment is dead.
King Jin also died.
But he is still alive!
Until now, Su Zimo had not killed him.
He had no idea how Su Zimo was going to treat him!
Is it more terrifying than the torture of King Tianxing
Could it be that he would die even more miserably and without dignity than King Jin
Once this thought arises, it cannot be contained.
And every breath is a huge torture to King Yunyou!
As long as Su Zimo doesn't kill him, he will live in an unknown fear all the time, trembling and lingering!
Sudden!
King Yunyou looked at the group of ugly Rakshasa ghosts, and a flash of light flashed in his mind.
He has no chance of surviving, but Su Zimo doesn't have to think about it either!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
King Yunyou suddenly laughed loudly and said: "Su Zimo, the Rakshasa sin land is broken, and the group of Rakshasa ghosts disappeared, it turns out they are here with you!"
"You took in the evil spirit of Rakshasa without permission, and you will be punished by the Fengtian Realm!"
When the originally quiet crowd heard these words, they immediately exploded into waves of noise.
At that time, a pursuit order was issued by the Heavenly Order, which spread throughout the Three Thousand Realms, and many monks knew about it.
But until now, no trace of the evil spirit of Rakshasa has been found in the Three Thousand Realms.
Unexpectedly, there were more than a dozen found next to Su Zimo and others!
Although many monks would not naively think that the destruction of the Rakshasa Sinful Land had anything to do with Su Zimo and his group.
But there are more than a dozen Rakshasa kings around, so it is difficult to explain this matter. Once it spreads to Fengtian Realm, it will be enough to bring disaster to this group of lower world creatures!
King Yunyou laughed and said: "There are countless monks gathered here. Even if you kill me now, you can't hide this matter! Su Zimo, you are finished!"
Su Zimo looked indifferent and did not interrupt King Yunyou.
Even under the observation of everyone, Su Zimo seemed not to care about King Yunyou's threat at all, as if he had not heard of it.
Su Zimo came to everyone in the academy, looked at Yang Ruoxu, Fairy Chihong and others, smiled slightly, and said: "Everyone, you are well."
"Master Su..."
Yang Ruoxu just spoke, then shook his head and smiled: "No, I can't call you Junior Brother Su now. You are the Immortal King now, and I am not qualified to call you brother."
"Brother Yang is now the master of the academy, and I can't compare to him."
Su Zimo also responded with a smile.
The relationship between the two is naturally not a simple friendship.
In the academy, Yang Ruoxu was under tremendous pressure and came forward to help Su Zimo many times.
Su Zimo also went to Abi Hell, brought back the Worry-Free Fruit, and saved Yang Ruoxu's life.
Fairy Chihong said with a smile: "Senior Brother Su, you are so powerful now that I almost can't recognize you. I thought we were still participating in the Immortal Sect election together, but now..."
More than ten thousand years have passed, and the gap between the two has become wider and wider.
Su Zimo's eyes fell on Mo Qing's picturesque face, and when he looked into those clear water eyes, he suddenly felt guilty.
To be fair, Senior Sister Mo Qing helped him a lot during his time at the academy.
Senior Sister Mo Qing doesn't like fighting and rarely leaves the cave.
But that time, because of his words, she decided to come forward in person, drive the painting boat, and take him to Cangyun Mountain to rescue Feng Ziyi.
He even killed a true spirit from the Great Jin Immortal Kingdom!
Of course, Su Zimo also knew that Senior Sister Mo Qing probably did it because of his familiarity with Huang Wu.
But Su Zimo felt guilty, and it was also because of this.
Because he is Huangwu...
Last time, Senior Sister Mo Qing asked him to hand over a painting to Huang Wu, and it is still placed in the corner of his storage bag.
Moreover, Su Zimo always felt that there was something strange in the way Senior Sister Mo Qing looked at him when he returned this time.
Su Zimo nodded with a smile and looked away, not intending to chat with Mo Qing.
"Junior Brother Su..."
Mo Qing suddenly spoke, stepped forward, took out a scroll from his storage bag, and handed it over.
Su Zimo looked at the scroll that was handed over, coughed slightly, and asked, "Let me pass it on to..."
Before he could finish speaking, Mo Qing shook his head and said, "This is for you."
"oh… "
When everyone in the academy saw this scene, they made strange noises and looked at the two people like they were cheering.
"Crack!"
Lin Xuanji couldn't help but jumped out and complained: "I have begged several times, but fellow Taoist Mo Qing still won't give me a painting!"
Afterwards, Lin Xuanji stared at Mo Qing with eyes full of anger and asked, "Besides, didn't you tell me that you never give away your paintings?"
Mo Qing lowered his head and said nothing.
Of course this was just an excuse she made.
Everyone present could also see it.
Unexpectedly, Lin Xuanji touched his chin, rolled his eyes, and muttered: "I understand! Su Zimo, he is not a human being!"
After saying that, Lin Xuanji ran away, causing a burst of laughter.
Su Zimo also laughed dumbly.
They have experienced so much together as old friends, and only they can interact and joke with each other like this without any grudges.
Su Zimo looked at Mo Qing, a little surprised, wondering why Mo Qing gave him a painting.
He didn't know what was painted in this scroll.
Su Zimo was about to open the scroll, but Mo Qing suddenly stretched out his palm to hold it down, shook his head slightly, and said with a half-smile: "You are not allowed to look at it now. You can look at it later when you are free."