It's a pity that no matter how powerful a slap is, it's just a mortal palm and can't hurt his evil soul.
The demon king laughed arrogantly: "We meet in the mountains and rivers, and we will meet in the future!!"
He was about to escape when a curtain of light came from above, overwhelming his evil soul and leaving him with no way to escape.
Two tall figures appeared above the Blackwater Mountain. They looked down at the embarrassed evil soul in the Blackwater Mountain, as if gods were in the world, and their appearance was inviolable.
The Demon King itched his teeth with hatred and roared: "Mingjun, don't bully others too much!" He had previously asked why Mingjun didn't come to join in the fun today, and he was secretly happy because Mingjun didn't come, so his chances of winning were bigger.
But he didn't expect that Lord Ming and his son had been hiding here, waiting for the opportunity to take action at this critical moment.
Ming Jun said nothing, but looked at him with a majestic face, without any emotion.
The Demon King snorted coldly: "Do you think you can stand up to me if you set up defenses here and don't allow me to leave? Even if you are the lord of the underworld, you can't make me disappear. As long as I have one breath left, I will be able to make a comeback. By then , you in the underworld are my number one enemy."
The Demon King paused and then said: "I will give you a chance. If you don't embarrass me today, I will remember today's convenience in the future!"
Lord Ming shook his head and snorted coldly: "You are still talking so shamelessly when you are about to die, it is simply ridiculous!"
"Death?" The demon king's voice sounded very sharp: "You mean death? Just you? Even if those fart gods in the heaven surrounded me thousands of years ago, I didn't die. How could I still die in the hands of people like you? ? Come here if you have the ability."
He was surrounded by broken jars, broken jars and broken jars. How could the situation get worse? He is a spiritual soul and cannot be killed easily. Not even the Lord of Hell can do it.
"He can't, I can!" A clear female voice sounded behind him, and the soul-locking iron had locked him without him noticing. He couldn't break free, and the demonic power in his soul dissipated in a short time. Although he was horrified , but he was not too frightened. If he fell into the hands of Ming Lord, the end would be like this, and it was just like this. Lock him and prevent him from having the ability to fight back, but he could not be killed.
However, the pride in his heart could not continue because he saw a small black cauldron appearing in front of him.
He is not a mortal. He has lived for tens of thousands of years. He began to exist in ancient times. This is not the first time he has seen this black tripod.
"Soul Refining Cauldron?" When he said these three words, his voice trembled a little. Maybe he didn't know it, but he had begun to be afraid.
If there is anything in the world that can make him disappear, it must be something like this.
"The Demon King has good eyesight. Yes, this is the Soul Refining Cauldron!" Xia Yuanqiu looked at the Demon King in front of him with a smile. Without his body, he was only left with a human-like demon soul.
It just so happened that she had something to restrain his demonic soul. Today, his soul would be driven away and he would never be reincarnated.
"How could you have this thing, this, this is impossible!" He had seen this thing destroyed with his own eyes, how could it appear here? Still controlled by a mortal.
Xia Yuanqiu shrugged: "There are so many incredible things in this world. He is mine, truly, and you will become its food, a delicious meal."