Chapter 1000: Put a sack on him and capture the imperial master

Wushang Imperial Master is not really just a bluff, he is also a person with real abilities. As soon as Qin Liuxi's aura was revealed, he immediately noticed it.

Qin Liuxi easily avoided it and did not confront him head-on. Instead, he jumped to the side of the statue and pushed it.

boom.

The idol fell to the ground, and the pieces scattered everywhere.

The supreme national master's expression changed drastically, and he roared angrily. He was about to execute the two-finger technique, but a sudden chill ran down his back. Before he could turn around, his eyes were filled with darkness, and something was covering his head.

What the hell?

He was put in a black sack?

Before he could react, something poked his mute point, and then his body was entangled with something, making him unable to move. His fist fell on him and beat him wildly.

it hurts.

The supreme master cried out in pain silently. Who, who plotted against him, dared to fight an open and honest fight?

Suddenly he was punched **** the temple, and he fell softly.

Qin Liuxi listened to the footsteps walking quickly outside, took out a paper figurine that had been prepared a long time ago, used the technique, and threw it to the ground. In an instant, a 'Supreme National Master' appeared in front of her. In front of him, he winked at her.

“Master.”

The puppet imitated the voice of the Supreme Master and said in a deep voice: "Don't come in."

The footsteps stopped.

Qin Liuxi sent a message to the puppet: "Ask Emperor Kangwu to suspend the construction of the Changsheng Palace, open warehouses and release grain to provide full disaster relief, and warn him that if he does not do so, he will be punished by heaven. You should play this role well."

"yes."

Qin Liuxi then picked up the unconscious supreme master, tore open the vaginal passage, and left.

The puppet Imperial Master waited for her to leave, then called in a deep voice, saying: "The gods have fallen on the altar, and there will be disasters due to the wrath of the sky. I have sent an order, and the Imperial Master wants to see the saint."

At this time, in a vast white valley, there was a man sitting cross-legged on a huge rock deep in the valley. Ice needles were falling from the sky, but there were no snowflakes around him, as if the snow had avoided him and did not dare to contaminate him at all. .

He opened his eyes, raised his lips, turned his head slightly, and said to the little girl in black kneeling behind him: "She has made a comeback. This game of chess is getting more and more interesting. If the time hadn't come yet, I really want to do it myself." Go over and meet her for a while, who do you think will win among us?"

The little girl was expressionless and silent, as if he was talking about someone else's business and had nothing to do with her.

Si Luo touched his fingers. There was still a phalange missing, but after all, his set of bones was not complete.

"In this world, there are always so many saints who think they are the saviors. It's really annoying." Si Luo's eyebrows were cold and his eyes were sinister. He drew the little girl over, pinched her slender neck with his big hands, and looked at her eyes as black as ink. They looked at each other and said, "Qingwu, do you think she can save the world?"

He was ruthless and without any emotion, and his dark eyes reflected his face, which was as cold as the ice and snow in the valley.

Si Luo watched her breathing getting weaker and weaker, and shook her off: "Go down, and this time bring back ten virgin souls with pure Yin fate."

He turned around and left ruthlessly.

Si Luo smiled and looked into the void: "I want to see how far you can go. That day is really exciting, but you can't let me down."

He made seals with his hands and closed his eyes. The ice and snow swirled around him, turning into bits of spiritual energy that he inhaled. A low and simple Sanskrit sound spread out from the valley. A snow fox passed by and fled in terror, but it was only a hundred meters away. , it fell down in the snow, breathless.

Jiuxuan.

A black sack is squirming on the ground. Feng You looked at Qin Liuxi: "Who is this unlucky person?"

She went to Qin's house to stay overnight, and when she came back, she just had this package. Could it be that she was the unlucky King Zhao?

 King Zhao sneezed twice, it was so cold!

Qin Liuxi picked up the tea on the table and took a sip, and said: "The old thief of the national teacher."

"Oh." Feng You was surprised: "No, you said you weren't in a hurry to go. Why did you kidnap the people back? Did you do it yourself? Didn't it cause any noise?"

Qin Liuxi said: "Don't worry, there is still a national master in the palace."

The squirming people on the ground struggled even harder and whined non-stop.

Qin Liuxi kicked him, but the man couldn't even make a sound and stopped moving.

: How should I put it, it’s a bit miserable!

Qin Liuxi then loosened the sack and put it away again to see if he wanted to use it again.

I don’t know who will be unlucky next?

Feng Tong looked at the Imperial Master again, and saw that his face was bruised and his nose was swollen, a handful of his beard had been cut off, and the silver hair on his head was as messy as a chicken coop. He still had the immortal aura of the Imperial Master, and he was just like a crazy old man.

"Why did you change your mind?" Feng Tong was still curious about Qin Liuxi's motives.

Qin Liu said coldly: "He has Shen Shen's idea."

Feng Tong was stunned for a moment, then his face darkened and he said, "Does he know about the existence of ginseng?"

"Yes, haven't you seen that there have been a lot of lonely ghosts in the city in the past two days, just to find Shen Shen." Qin Liuxi glared at the Imperial Master and said, "He has some skills. He has calculated that there are many people in the city. Treasures from heaven and earth emerge."

Feng Tong didn’t know what to say, so he asked, “Let Xiao Shen go back to the Taoist temple to avoid the limelight?”

"No, this is not about tying someone up." Qin Liuxi said to Feng You, "Use your demonic power to create a domain. Ask him if you have anything."

Feng You started to perform the technique without saying a word, and he didn't ask why. He used such a domain and space, so naturally he didn't want to attract the attention of outsiders, and the national master couldn't even think of escaping.

Once the magic was cast, it was obviously the same room, but invisibly, the void seemed to distort and change, and the picture changed.

In a vast field of ice and snow, Qin Liuxi woke up the Supreme Imperial Master. The Supreme Master opened his eyes and jumped up. He was stimulated by the pain everywhere in his body and hissed, glaring at Qin Liuxi: "You are Who is it? What is your purpose in bringing me to this place?"

He looked around at this place. It was vast and endless. Where was he? How did he end up here?

“Wuxang, who is the evil statue you worshiped in the Changsheng Palace?” Qin Liuxi asked indifferently.

The supreme master shouted angrily: "You are so presumptuous that you respect God as the supreme God. How can he be considered an evil god?"

He wanted to use a spell to attack Qin Liuxi, but as soon as he moved, a ray of red light flashed through Feng You's eyes as he returned to his true form.

The Supreme Master suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked at his hands blankly, feeling that they were hot and smoking, and then there was a crash.

His hands were on fire, and he screamed in pain, and without thinking, he thrust his burning hands into the snow.

However, the snow did not extinguish the flame. Instead, it burned more and more fiercely.

The Supreme Master was like crazy, howling miserably and constantly digging his hands into the snow.

Qin Liuxi looked at Feng Yu indifferently, is this funny?

Feng You is very proud of himself. Am I great? You have been in seclusion for three years. You are not the only one who is working hard. I can turn demon power into fire! (End of chapter)

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