Rong Shang remained unmoved, but he increased the speed of his hands and completely peeled out the dragon tendon.
But that’s not all, Xiao Yuqing still has his dragon scales on her body.
Rong Shang grabbed Xiao Yuqing's neck and dragged him up from the ground. He placed his fingertips three inches below his neck, bent his knuckles slightly, and dug two fingers into his flesh.
The tearing pain made the veins on Xiao Yuqing's forehead bulge. When Rong heard Xiao Yuqing's curse, he did not react at all. He just searched for his scales.
Finally, he found a crescent-shaped white scale deep in Xiao Yuqing's flesh and blood.
Rong Shang pinched the scales with two fingers and pulled them out from Xiao Yuqing's shoulders and neck.
The next moment, he looked at the bloody dragon scales and tendons in his hands, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corners of his mouth: "You have used them for so many years, it's time to return them to me."
Xiao Yuqing had blood in his mouth, and thick blood dripped from the corners of his mouth as he spoke: "Even if you take it away, what's the use? When you lose your soul, in just a moment, your soul will be scattered..."
His words were filled with deep hatred, but also with an indescribable sense of relief, as if his face had turned to ashes before his eyes.
This was a chess game that had been carefully planned for thousands of years. Before Yu Zhengzheng appeared, Xiao Yuqing was not sure whether he could use Xiang Feng to win this game.
But now, he was 100% confident that Rong Shang would definitely die.
When Rong Shang carried Yu Zhengzheng, who was poisoned by the aphrodisiac, out of the house in the illusion, he knew he would win.
When Rong Shang was in the illusion, carrying Yu Zhengzheng across the river with piranhas, he knew that Rong Shang would lose.
The reason he lost in appearance was that he fell in love with a woman.
When Xiang Feng gets Rong Shang's soul, An Ning will take advantage of his unpreparedness and push Xiang Feng off the cliff.
The soul will belong to him eventually. With the soul in his possession, he will no longer need the dragon tendons and scales.
As long as he gets the primordial spirit, this sickly body will become stronger, he will no longer cough up blood in the wind, and he will no longer need to take medicine to stay alive.
The leaders of all the major sects who came to attend the wedding banquet were killed tragically at the hands of the Heavenly Emperor's subordinates because of the secret deal between the Heavenly Emperor and Rong Shang.
The leader of Penglai Mountain was given a chronic poison by him, became unconscious, fell off a cliff and became completely paralyzed.
Even Xiao Bichi had his head chopped off by him at the moon-viewing banquet that day.
As long as he used the death of those sect leaders to threaten the Emperor of Heaven to cooperate, the Emperor of Heaven would have no choice but to let go of the past and keep everything that had happened in the past few days to himself.
All obstacles will be cleared away, and he will soon become a strong man and unify all the major sects in the world of immortal cultivation.
Xiao Yuqing laughed heartily, large mouthfuls of blood oozing out from between his teeth. He felt a burning pain deep in his bones, but he didn't care at all.
Rong Shang ignored Xiao Yuqing. He would not kill Xiao Yuqing.
He wanted Xiao Yuqing to feel carefully what it felt like to have his hopes shattered bit by bit.
Rong Shang wiped the dragon tendons and scales clean and carefully wrapped them up with a silk handkerchief.
After he had done all this, he would walk towards Xiang Feng.
The Emperor of Heaven called him: "Where is the goddess's soul?"
Rong Shang paused, and he slowly took out a delicate and small porcelain box from his Qiankun bag.
He raised his arm slightly, clenched one hand loosely, opened and closed his thin lips, and muttered something between his teeth.
His arms became tenser and tenser, the blue veins under his wrists bulged suddenly, and a powerful force rushed through his blood, as if to tear him apart alive.
It was like a sharp knife was scraping his bones, over and over again, with no end in sight.
He tried hard not to show any expression of pain. The force slowly went upwards. He straightened his back and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Finally, they condensed into a blood-red halo, concealing the powerful divine power that could destroy the world, and transformed into a bright red round bead that appeared in his palm.
His sweat-covered back relaxed slightly.
For some reason, he suddenly thought of the goddess at this moment.
He always laughed at her stupidity. Just for that vain love, he risked his life to strip her of her divine power and consciousness. From then on, she fell from the altar and was bullied by others.
He always thought that only a fool would do this.
But no one would have thought that he, a sha're:n devil who never blinks, a cold-blooded and ruthless monster, would also act foolishly for love.
He seemed to understand somewhat how Xue Xi felt before her death, but he was different from the Goddess Xue Xi.
They gambled with their lives, and in the end they lost their lives and the bet.
But he is different.
He won't lose, Yu Zhengzheng won't let him lose.
Rong Shang tightly grasped the red bead and hid it in the porcelain box under the cover of his sleeve: "Don't open it yet. When you reach the heaven, give it directly to Taishang Laojun to refine into a pill."
The Emperor took the porcelain box, glanced at Rong Shang out of the corner of his eye, but did not respond.
The fact that the goddess's spirit still existed in the world was ridiculous in itself, just as ridiculous as what he told Xiang Feng about the Soul-Condensing Pearl.
He didn't believe Rong Shang, but he still agreed to cooperate with Rong Shang.
Because he knew that no matter whether he cooperated with Rong Shang or not, Rong Shang would definitely die.
If the goddess's soul really existed in the world, then he could not only save Xuannv, but also take Rongshang's soul and refine a pill for Hengwu Immortal Lord.
Anyway, no matter what, he won't suffer any loss.
The Emperor of Heaven lowered his eyes, placed his fingertips on the porcelain box, and drew a trace of spiritual consciousness into it.
After sensing a powerful spiritual aura, he nodded slightly and said, "After you die, I will take good care of her."
This 'she' obviously refers to Yu Zhengzheng.
He sneered lightly, but did not take the words to heart.
He walked forward slowly, his palm covering his heart, and a light icy light leaked out from his palm. He was stripping away his soul.
Xiang Feng narrowed his eyes, with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.
Why is he so decisive
Is there something fishy going on
He shouted coldly: "Stop!"
Rong Shang paused and slowly raised his eyelids: "Hmm?"
Xiang Feng pushed the sword forward, and the blade accidentally cut her skin, leaving another bloody mark on her neck.
Seeing the bloodstain on his face, he slowly narrowed his eyes. His dark eyes were filled with sinisterness, like an invisible abyss beneath the ground.
He didn't say anything, but his red eyes gently fell on Xiang Feng's face.
Xiang Feng's breathing quickened. His already pale face looked even paler and weaker, as if someone was strangling his throat. The arm that was gripping the hilt of the sword trembled uncontrollably.
Just this one glance confirmed Xiang Feng's previous guess that Rong must have another trick up his sleeve.
The air was as quiet as a grave. Rong Shang slowly lowered his head. He didn't know what he remembered, but he chuckled and continued to walk forward.
Xiang Feng's body was heaving, and he growled harshly, "Don't come over here! If you take another step, I'll kill her!"
Rong Shang raised his lips and smiled softly: "Don't you want my soul?"
Xiang Feng was stunned for a moment and couldn't help frowning.
Yes, he wanted Rong Shang's soul, but he didn't dare let Rong Shang get close to him. It was not a solution to continue the stalemate like this.
Just when he was distracted, he heard Shanshui's hoarse voice: "If Master still believes in Shanshui, let Shanshui retrieve his soul."
For some reason, Xiang Feng's heart ached twice when he heard the first half of Shanshui's sentence.
Yes, it was because he did not believe in Shanshui that he was deceived by An Ning and did things that hurt Shanshui.
How could he not trust her anymore
Xiang Feng's eyes softened: "Go ahead, Master believes in you."
He thought that when Shanshui heard this, he would laugh happily as usual.
But in fact, Shanshui didn't react at all. He just nodded and turned away.
She walked towards Rongshang step by step, holding the nameless spirit tablet tightly in her hands.
She looked with somewhat dazed eyes at the Immortal Lord Hengwu who was slumped on the ground behind Rong Shang with a dazed look on his face.
His name is Heng Su, what a beautiful name.
He treated her better than Xiang Feng, but in the final analysis, they were the same kind of people.
They loved her, but they loved themselves more.
After all, we are not destined to be together.
Shanshui withdrew her gaze and stopped beside Rongshang. She leaned forward slightly, with tears gleaming in her eyes.
She said, "Thank you."
She added, "I'm sorry."
He lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on the roots of her gradually graying hair, and a low "hmm" came out of his throat.
She had already become emaciated and skinny.
But today, she looks plump and her face is as beautiful as pearls and jade. Although she looks a little haggard, she doesn't look like a dying person at all.
I guess she, like him, has taken special banned drugs.
But that kind of banned drug can only restore a person to normalcy for a short period of time. Once the effect of the drug wears off, the person will suffer serious backlash and may even accelerate the decline of life.
They take the medicine for different purposes, but when you think about it carefully, they seem to be the same.
Shanshui wanted Xiang Feng to see her at her most beautiful before she died.
But he wanted to see Yu Zhengzheng at her most beautiful before he died.
There was a smile on his face, but I didn't know whether he was smiling at the landscape or at himself.
He leaned down and handed the icy light in his palm to Shanshui. Before she left, he opened his thin lips and whispered a few words.
Shanshui's eyes froze, and his lips trembled uncontrollably: "I can save..."
Rong Shang just looked at her but didn't say anything.
Shanshui seemed to understand something.
Her eyes were slightly red, she bit her lips tightly, and finally responded, "I know."
Shanshui walked back holding Rongshen's soul in both hands. She walked very fast, as if she was racing against time.
Xiang Feng saw the icy light in her hand and her red eyes trembling slightly: "Shanshui, give it to me..."
Shanshui shook his head, pointed at Yu Zhengzheng and said, "Let her go, and I'll give her to you."
Xiang Feng frowned and looked at Shanshui's beautiful face. She seemed to be the same well-behaved and obedient Shanshui as before, but something seemed to have changed.
She was also willing to do things for him and understand his difficulties.
But because of Yu Zhengzheng, an outsider, she negotiated conditions with him.
Xiang Feng wanted to be angry, but when he looked at Shanshui's red eyes, he couldn't say anything harsh.
He turned his head slightly and glanced at Rong Shang who was lying on the ground. His expression hesitated for a moment, as if hesitating about something.
If one loses his soul, his spirit will be annihilated in a moment, and not even his body will be left behind.
Yu Zhengzheng's poison has relapsed and he can't walk far. He has enough time to check the soul in Shanshui's hand.
If Rong Shang wanted to cheat, he would chop Yu Zhengzheng into pieces and make Rong Shang regret it.
Thinking of this, Xiang Feng let go of Yu Zhengzheng and moved the sword away from her neck.
Yu Zhengzheng's face was pale and her forehead was covered with dense sweat. She was in so much pain that she had lost her mind, but after she collapsed to the ground, her eyes were still fixed on Rong Shang.
Her lips opened and closed slightly, and she kept repeating those two words mechanically: No, no, no...
His face was smiling at her. He looked at her and whispered, "Don't be afraid."
Yu Zhengzheng was unable to respond, but tears blurred her eyes and a faint moan of pain came from her throat.
Shanshui handed his soul to Xiang Feng, and then used all his strength to carry Yu Zhengzheng to a place not far away.
This distance was very mysterious. It was only ten steps away from Xiang Feng. As long as he ran more than ten steps, he could capture Yu Zhengzheng again.
The Emperor of Heaven, who was standing in the distance and watching, had a look of slight confusion in his eyes.
Shanshui doesn't look like a fool. Since he had gone to great lengths to rescue her, he shouldn't put her in danger again.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Rong Shang, whose face was pale. It was obvious that Rong Shang had really stripped away all of his soul this time.
In a moment, Rong Shang will disappear from this world, and there will not even be reincarnation.
This is what gods are like, born into the world in a shocking way and possessing immortal divine power.
They watched the world change, and when they became indifferent to the world and had no attachment to it any more, they took out their souls and quietly passed away with the wind.
A life full of passion and a death indifferently, this is what God is.
The Emperor of Heaven shook his head and was not in a hurry to snatch the soul from Xiang Feng's hands.
This Penglai Mountain is covered with barriers everywhere, and tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers are deployed around it. Even if Xiang Feng had wings, he could not fly out of this place.
He wanted to know whether the woman Heng Su liked would leave with Xiang Feng.
The Emperor of Heaven was in a daze, and when he looked up he saw a long sword piercing Xiang Feng's body.
He was stunned, and his eyes moved back, and he saw Shanshui holding a silver sword.
Apparently, the Emperor was not the only one who was surprised.
Immortal Lord Hengwu, who had been sitting on the ground like a wooden chicken, also looked towards the mountains and rivers in a daze.