While speaking, the position of Dibei Xuan's heart was surrounded by black mist.
He felt as if there was a force in his body pulling his soul again.
The bloody mouth has been opened, and the sharp fangs have bitten his three souls and seven souls.
It only takes one order from Mo Qingshan to swallow his soul and consciousness, and completely turn him into a puppet without any spiritual consciousness.
Cold sweat dripped down on Di Beixuan's forehead, and he knelt down on the ground with a thud: "Old Ancestor, please rest assured, I will definitely deliver Jun Muyan's body to you!"
With a wave of his hand, Mo Qingshan threw a piece of paper and pasted it on Di Beixuan's chest.
Di Beixuan's eyes became heavy immediately, and his body fell limp.
But there was no fear on his face, but joy in his eyes.
Because he knew that this seemingly ordinary white paper actually contained a kind of spell.
By capturing the vitality of heaven and earth, he can quickly recover from his injuries.
This kind of incantation will make the barren air between the world and the earth mixed, it will only increase the killing, and the person who uses the incantation will also be entangled in evil.
But now that Mo Qingshan and Di Beixuan have launched [Heaven's Curse] to fight against the way of heaven, they naturally don't care about this evil result.
Di Beixuan fell into a deep sleep, and would not wake up until the spell was completely completed after a day and a night.
Mo Qingshan didn't look at him again, but walked to Tianmoqin.
The slender fingers gently caressed the body of the piano, and divine power gushed out from the fingertips.
But then, his brows frowned slightly.
Can't break it!
With his injured body now, the enchantment of Tianmoqin cannot be broken.
In fact, Di Ming Jue and Luo Yunxiao have caused him far more damage than Di Beixuan thought.
His current strength is not as strong as the fifth level in the era of complete victory.
If it weren't for the barriers that had been set up around the Tianyan area of the extreme region, the divine punishment of heaven and thunder would have already smashed his soul into pieces.
He still needs a period of retreat to cultivate his body through the evil spirit brought about by the calamity of the heavens, so that he can compete with the heavens and open the gate of the sky.
Mo Qingshan took a deep breath and withdrew his hand.
But his eyes still fell on the Tianmoqin, and the icy blue eyes gradually revealed a bone-chilling coldness.
"Qihuang, I didn't expect that we would have a chance to meet again."
"It's been ten thousand years. It's time to settle the grievances between us under the Gate of Heaven."
"This time, I will let you pay back everything you owe me."
The strings of the Heavenly Demon Qin vibrated slightly and made a buzzing sound, but it quickly returned to normal.
Mo Qingshan hooked the corners of his lips mockingly, and left the Tianmoqin aside, ignoring it.
He flipped his wrist, and a compass appeared in his palm.
If Chang was always here, he would definitely be able to recognize him at a glance.
This is the [Hunyuan Heluo Fate Pan] that he often uses for divination.
It's just that all the cracks on the current [Hunyuan Heluo Fate Disk] have disappeared.
A faint dark red light emanated from the compass, which looked extremely strange.
Mo Qingshan closed his eyes, and sank his consciousness into the [Hunyuan River Luo Mingpan].
After a while, the pointer on the horoscope shook violently.
The faint red light suddenly became extremely dazzling.
Mo Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes, and the ice blue pupils were set off, making him look extremely cold and surly.
"Heaven, even at this point, do you still think you have a chance of winning?"
"Jun Muyan, this is your only reliance, and also the only variable for me to open the gate of the sky!"
In fact, as early as he didn't even know who Muyan was and where he was, he had already exhausted all means to kill Muyan.