"Is there really no room for maneuver?"
The voice of the business lady resounded faintly.
She looked at Wenguanyue and the Qisi people, and a black stick of incense suddenly appeared in the air in front of her.
This black incense stick does not need any flames to be ignited, and a trace of blue smoke rises upwards. It exudes a sweet smell, which makes Qisiren and Wen Qiuyue feel a little trance at the same time.
Taking advantage of this moment of time gained, the business lady played the piano with both hands, but there was no sound of the piano, but countless black flames gushed out. Her and the old servant's bodies were wrapped in these black flames, as if they were about to disappear directly into the black flames.
With a loud shout, Wen Guanyue regained consciousness. Black Yin Qi flew from his body like a waterfall, and a black short sword suddenly appeared in his hand. The light of the sword cut off the black incense stick. Guang continued to move forward, but pierced into the body of the piano in the hands of the business lady.
Countless strange echoes resounded from the body of the piano, a piece of black wood fell off from the body of the piano, but it was ignited by smoke, and instantly turned into a black face, covering Wen Guanyue's face.
Wen Guanyue's face didn't change in any way, as if she was blown by a cloud of cooking smoke, even her hair was not scattered, but her whole body was shaken, with a heavy muffled groan, her mouth and nose were full of tears. Bloodshot.
At this moment, the old servant behind her opened his mouth and sprayed a bloody arrow upwards.
With a crackling sound, the qi and blood rushed to the sky, countless black bamboos suddenly grew in the sky, and their roots expanded, trying to swallow those pale qi flames.
"Good method, if you are alone, you are not your opponent."
The Qisian sighed with emotion, and before his voice sounded, his body had already revealed a golden color, and a strong aura that was completely different from his own vitality surged out from the depths of his sea of qi.
A sacred and blazing golden light glowed in the darkness.
It was as if a golden phoenix flew out of his body and rushed towards the black smoke that filled the air.
"It turned out to be..."
There was disbelief in the eyes of the business lady.
There are two kinds of kung fu in the world that are born to be the nemesis of Yin gods and ghosts. The most counteracting one is Zhao Jianlu's Hundred Refining Fire, and the second is Yuan Wu's Phoenix Breaking Kung Fu.
This sacred and blazing golden light came from Yuan Wu.
Without any hesitation, the moment she reacted, a soft bang sounded from the depths of the sea of energy in her body.
It was like a small and sharp stone smashed the ice surface, and then the entire ice surface began to crack.
She looks weak, and even speaks in a gentle and gentle tone, but her temperament is actually extremely rigid. At this moment, knowing that it is impossible to escape, she instantly shattered her anger and wished to die. Even if it is dead, it must not be used by others.
It is far more difficult to capture a Seventh Realm Grandmaster alive than to kill several Seventh Realm Grandmasters, especially when the vitality in her body is not exhausted too violently, it is reasonable to say that she is definitely not a Qisi person. Cultivation can stop it.
However, at this moment, something came out of the Qissman's hand.
This thing is like a big nail, without the luster of gold and stone. It looks like a big wooden nail for the first time, but the surface is stained with many mottled colors, especially many colors It was a deep dark red, like blood that had dried up for many years.
The Qis man didn't have any power injected into his hands, all the vitality in his body was used to force out those sacred and blazing golden rays of light, but just relying on the power of this thing itself, this thing easily pierced through the merchant. The black piano in the young lady's hand pierced her sea of qi and pierced into her flesh and blood.
All evolution in Miss Merchant's body stopped.
This thing directly suppressed her sea of qi, suppressed the flow of all vitality in her body, and the process was extremely gentle, and it didn't even arouse any resistance in her body.
Everything seems to be taken for granted.
It is naturally an unimaginable sacred object to be able to restrain the vitality of a master of the seven realms in this way.
"Soul Nail"
The business lady looked at the thing that pierced her body, and smiled wryly, "What kind of benefits did Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiu give to Emperor Qi, even taking out the treasure of Zhenguo?"
The old servant behind her had endless fire in his eyes, but when she was restrained, he didn't move any more.
The Qisi man coughed a few times, suppressing the burning pain in his body, and said softly with emotion: "The exercises you practice in your business originated from Qi, so you should know that there is only one thing that can restrain you absolutely. The soul-suppressing nails of most Yin Yuan exercises are more important."
The business lady was slightly taken aback, she understood instantly, and sighed faintly, "The twelve witch gods."
"The soul-suppressing nail is something that guards the royal family. It can deter all sects in Qi territory. However, after all, it is only a talisman for restraint. How can it compare to the twelve witch gods, the ancestor of all laws?" The Qisi people also sighed. Said: "Miss Shang, you just need to understand it. This is a deal after all. The merchant and I have a relationship after all. I don't want Miss Shang to die like this."
"Is it?"
The merchant's lady did not show any anger, and the tone of her words was still soft, "It's just that you were a little surprised by my cultivation earlier, and you were nailed here with a soul-suppressing spirit, were you really planning to deal with me in the first place? "
The Qisi people frowned slightly, but did not hide it, and said: "I can't hide it from Miss Shang, this soul-suppressing nail was originally intended to be used against disciple Yan Ying."
"Your emperor has always called Yan Ying his teacher. For the sake of the Lushan League, Yan Ying died somewhere in the battle. In the end, for the sake of the Twelve Witch Gods, your emperor joined forces with the enemy. I am afraid that Yan Ying's disciple will cause future troubles. , and want to kill the weeds and roots.” The merchant lady shook her head indifferently, and said softly: “My father and I used to say in the past that the most important thing for a sect or a dynasty to be strong is its spirit. In the eyes of the emperor and you, dead things like the twelve witch gods are more important than spirit, and I don't know what you think."
At this moment, the Qisi people were in a trance.
However, in the next moment, his face became firm.
"This is already an act of the whole country, how can it be controlled by our thoughts. What's more, Bashan Sword Field and Yuanwu will fight again. After the fight, it will only be the world of the Qin people, not my Daqi's world. .”
After saying this, he reached out and took the black piano that the business lady fell to the ground, and looked at the distant sky with some extremely complicated expressions on his face.
He admitted that some of Miss Shang's words made sense.
But the fate of a dynasty is like the present night sky, who can see the distance clearly.