Di Beixuan laughed recklessly, and said meaningfully: "The [Bi An Huangquan Curse] on your body has not been solved, Jun Muyan, as your good disciple, must have gone to the Jiuli Tribe to find a solution for you .”
"If Li Weiran didn't die, he probably went to that place too. That's the only place he, a mouse in the gutter, could escape. In addition to Chu Moli, who is good at spells, they thought that with the three of them , can be unscrupulous and invincible in the Jiuli tribe. Perhaps, there is this possibility, but no matter what the process is, the final result will not change."
Di Beixuan's secluded eyes glanced over Di Ming Jue's face, "Jun Muyan will die in the Jiuli Tribe, and Tian Moqin will fall into my hands."
Chang Lao said angrily: "Didn't you say that the other key is not Tianmoqin?"
"When did I say that the other key is the Tianmoqin?"
Di Beixuan's eyes were gloomy, and he said with a half-smile, "What I want... is her half-mortal soul hidden in the Tianmoqin, plus the half of Luo Yunxiao's body, fused together, that's what I want. His second key—the world-destroying demon Qihuang."
Everyone's faces were filled with unbelievable shock.
Even Sun Jingcheng suddenly looked at Di Beixuan.
"The half-destroyed soul is in the Tianmoqin?!" Sun Jingcheng lost his voice, "Why didn't I know?"
Di Beixuan said lightly: "You are just a useful chess piece, and the chess piece does not need to know everything."
After finishing speaking, he ignored the sunglasses.
Instead, he curls his lips and looks at Di Ming Jue.
The young man in front of him was handsome and flawless, like ice and snow, and like a god coming to the world, aloof.
This is the only perfect body that can activate the [Shentong Ling].
Di Beixuan's eyes flashed unconcealable jealousy.
Afterwards, the smile on his face became vicious, "Yan Yu, you seem to be very calm, you are sure that Jun Muyan will not die in the Jiuli Tribe? Is it because of the Void Spirit Ring in your hand?"
The cold expression on Di Ming Jue's face finally cracks.
Di Beixuan laughed wantonly: "It seems that I guessed it right. But you know, there is a spell in this world that can even cut off the connection between spirits and spirits."
"From the moment the three of Jun Muyan stepped into the Jiuli Tribe, their doom was already doomed..."
Di Ming Jue's eyes are as cold as ice, and when he raises his hand suddenly, Di Bei Xuan seems to be strangled by a force, and lifts it in mid-air.
[Jiuyou Hongmengyan] exudes a faint cold glow, which becomes tighter and tighter.
The sharp tip pierced little by little towards Di Beixuan's heart.
Di Beixuan finally showed a somewhat panicked expression on his face, "Di Mingjue, what do you want to do?! If you kill me, you will not end well. Now that you are seriously injured, God's Punishment Thunder can take it away. Your life!"
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, stop now!!" Chang Lao hurriedly rushed forward, "There is no point in risking your life for such a person!"
Po Jun also knelt down on the ground, tremblingly said: "Your Majesty, please think twice!"
Han Chujiu immediately cursed anxiously: "Di Ming Jue, it's time like this, what are you still doing here with this bastard? Quickly find a way to find Muyan!"
Di Ming Jue slowly releases the power that strangles Di Beixuan.
Di Beixuan laughed out loud.
But the next moment, his laughter stopped abruptly.
The eyes burst out, and the whole face turned into a purple color.
Inch after inch of burn marks appeared on the exposed skin.
The severe pain made him unable to restrain himself from crying out in pain.