Muyan was startled, and blurted out: "Qi Xiaohuang, have you recovered your sanity?"
Qi Huang almost died of anger.
I just struggled with my feelings for a long time. Should I believe this woman? In his eyes, he has lost his mind? !
Qihuang ignored her, gritted his teeth and said, "I ask you, how do you kill the other half of this deity's soul?"
Muyan thought for a while and said: "Where is the half soul of Mieshi now? Is it in your body? Qihuang, can you pull it out?"
God so pulled it out!
You are walking the dog!
Qihuang almost rolled his eyes, "I don't know, and there's nothing I can do. But..."
He paused before saying in a deep voice, "My soul should be completely fused."
Otherwise, he wouldn't thoroughly recall what happened a hundred thousand years ago.
Nor would he have sincerely wanted to kill everyone in this world at that moment, including Jun Muyan and Xiaobao.
Qihuang looked deeply at Muyan: "Maybe after a while, I won't be me."
Muyan hooked her fingers: "Then it won't be a while, you tell him to come out now, I'll chat with him."
Qihuang was about to die of anger, and his teeth were gnashing: "Jun Muyan, you are driving me away! You despise this deity?!"
Muyan rolled her eyes: "You can't take your half-soul out for a walk, and you can't kill it yourself, so what can I do? Waiting for the gate of the sky to be opened wide, and all the spiritual energy in the Yanwu Continent will be taken away. Devour it all?"
"Qi Xiaohuang, stop making trouble. Obediently let the other half of your soul out, and after finishing the calculation, I can go to rest."
Qihuang: "..."
Damn, is it too late for him to change his mind and kill this woman? !
Qihuang took a deep breath, and said with a sneer: "Jun Muyan, you are talking nicely now, but after a while, even if you are given a chance, can you really kill my half-soul? You really..."
Qihuang's voice suddenly paused.
The boy's voice, which was originally somewhat clear and handsome, became slightly deeper in an instant.
"You really, can you do it?"
Muyan's eyes suddenly darkened.
I saw Qihuang's body shaking, and his eyes gradually lost focus.
Beside him, another figure slowly condensed into shape.
Her silver hair is like a bright moon, and her blood pupils are like red lotuses.
Moshang is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.
Even though she had already made mental preparations, the moment she saw this figure clearly, Muyan's hand holding the hilt of the sword still trembled slightly.
Subconsciously murmured in his mouth: "Little Martial Uncle..."
Qihuang's eyes were completely out of focus, and his figure stood there like a stiff puppet, motionless, but also faintly visible.
Beside him, Luo Yunxiao with silver hair and blood pupils looked at Muyan calmly and said, "I heard what you said just now. Now that you have made a decision, don't hesitate or hesitate." .”
The man stretched out his slender fingers like jade, and a long green sword slowly appeared in his palm.
As if sensing Muyan's existence, the green long sword buzzed, and wanted to fly towards Muyan.
This is the [Long Yuan Sword], one of Luo Yunxiao's twelve natal long swords.
In the past, in order to protect Muyan, and also to help her condense her sword heart, Luo Yunxiao put [Long Yuan Sword] in Muyan's place for cultivation.
[Longyuan Sword] also merged with Muyan's Seven Absolute Sword Qijue Sword, and instinctively got close to her, treating her as the second master.
Luo Yunxiao looked down at the jumping sword in her hand, and the corners of her lips curled slightly.