Chapter 662: Surrender to the Divine General

Hmmm-

The purple gold sword shadow is slashed down!

"Ahh

There was a scream in his mouth, the old man with the goatee looked shocked, and horror appeared in the depths of his eyes, before this sword fell, it made him feel that he was about to be destroyed!

"Block, block, block for the old man!"

He looked crazy, and threw talismans outward one after another with both hands, and when he left his hands, he automatically incinerated them, turning into layers of protective power, enveloping him.

Each of these talismans is extremely precious, he has accumulated little by little over the years, but now he is spilling out.

As long as you can save your life, the rest doesn't matter.

Because when you die, everything is empty!

In the next moment, the shadow of the sword fell.

Poof-

Poof-

Poof-

In the muffled sound one after another, the layers of talisman guardian power broke one after another, and the sword shadow slashed down, but there was no pause.

These talismans alone can't stop it!

The old man with the goatee had a bloodless face, and his eyes showed an extremely painful look, but at the moment of life and death, he did not dare to hesitate.

Buzz –

A layer of blood robe suddenly appeared outside his body, and countless runes written in blood and water on the robe broke away by themselves, whistling and circling in the void.

The purple gold sword shadow slashed down on it!

Bang –

The runes of the robe trembled violently, crumbling and shattering one by one, and in a few breaths, they were completely destroyed. But it eventually lost the last of the Purple Gold Sword Shadow's devastating momentum that wiped out everything, making it much less powerful.

With a terrible howl, blood was thrown, and the old man with the goatee staggered back, and the blood stained his robe red.

Mo Yu's brows couldn't help frowning slightly, but his figure didn't pause at all, he stepped heavily under his feet, and the figure roared out.

"Wait!"

The old man with the goatee opened his mouth in a hurry, and his fingers were already holding his neck, and with a little force, he could easily crush it. Once the body is destroyed, only the soul remains, and it is not to be slaughtered.

As for some soul-burning methods, it's not that he can't, but he doesn't dare and doesn't want to use them. ignited the soul, it would really disappear, and even the opportunity to reincarnate would be lost.

Swallowing and foaming with difficulty, he said in a trembling voice: "The villain has eyes and no beads, which offends the majesty of Daoyou! If Daoyou can spare me from dying, the villain is willing to surrender and be driven by it for the rest of his life!"

Mo Yu's brows furrowed, and his fingers loosened slightly, "Really?"

The goatee old man was overjoyed, and hurriedly spoke, "The villain is very bold, and he will never dare to deceive the Taoist friends, so I will let go of my happiness and let the Taoist friends lay a forbidden brand, and I will never resist!"

As he spoke, he really dispersed all resistance, bowed his head slightly and was very respectful, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a bit of a different color flashing.

"Good. Mo Yu seemed to be unconscious, suddenly raised his hand, pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and the black light emerged and turned into a rune, like a living thing, twisted and wrote, and then disappeared into the flesh and blood.

With that done, he let go of his hand and took a step back.

The old man's face with a goatee suddenly became strange with awe, and the corners of his mouth turned up to reveal smugness, "Hahahaha! Boy, even if you cultivate to be strong, you can't escape the old man's calculations! Dare to cast a forbidden brand on me, I really don't know whether to live or die!"

He raised his hand and pointed forward sharply, "Mirror flowers, water and moon, yin and yang reversal!"

At the center of Mo Yu's eyebrows, a rune suddenly appeared, and its appearance was exactly what he left in the eyebrows of the old man with a goatee before.

But at this moment, he suddenly snorted coldly.

The rune at the center of his eyebrows trembled violently, as if he had been impacted by some kind of irresistible force, and directly collapsed and dissipated.

The goatee's eyes widened violently, like a dying frog, but soon his body trembled, and he knelt down with a "poof", and his mouth began to wail bitterly.

In his soul, a cold force erupted violently, sharp and domineering, as if his consciousness was being crushed little by little, but it did not hurt the soul itself.

Because of this, the old man with the goatee was really afraid, because if Mo Yu was willing, he could torture him like this until he was "happy", and then easily pinch him to death.

It's not that he was careless, but he never expected that the monk, who looked so young in front of him, would have such a means to make things develop to such a point.

"Ahh

"I don't dare anymore, beg the master to give me a chance!"

"Master spare your life!"

The old man with the goatee rolled and begged for mercy, and the pain of this consciousness being crushed a little bit was like a red-hot soldering iron, deeply inserted into his soul, making him really want to die.

But at this moment, he has lost the right to decide life and death.

Mo Yu's face was expressionless, indifferently watching him wail in pain, and the emotions in his eyes did not fluctuate at all.

It took him half an hour before he snorted coldly, stopped punishing, and said slowly, "Do you dare?"

Instantly freed from the hell of Ah Nose, the old man's mind with a goatee appeared blank for a moment, and Mo Yu's voice easily entered the deepest part of his soul, leaving a deep trace there, which could not be erased.

At the same time, all his consciousness was awakened, his body trembled violently, and a heavy fear appeared in his weak eyes, "No...... Don't dare to ...... anymore."

"Don't pretend, the punishment just now will only make you suffer the pain of torn consciousness, and it won't really hurt you. But remember, you only have this one chance, and so there is another time, and I promise you will dissipate your soul in ten times the pain. ”

With a "swish", a layer of cold sweat broke out on the goatee's old man's body, falling down the corners of his already soaked robe. This person didn't dare to wipe the half, knelt down and said: "The slave is prosperous, see the master." ”

"Get up. ”

"Yes. ”

He got up respectfully, carefully retreated behind him, looked at Mo Yu's back, and his face was complicated, and there was a bitterness in his mouth.

This evil star is clever, his heart is also cold and hard as ice, and his mind is meticulous, if he wants to get rid of his clutches in the future, he is afraid that it will be extremely difficult.

But his old man will never give in, and as soon as he has the opportunity, he will run away immediately!

Hum!

What about the soul ban, when he breaks through to the Divine Monarch Realm, he will naturally have the means to unlock it!

How do I know that I will soon be able to break through the Divine Monarch Realm and break free from control?

The old man with the strange name frowned, but fortunately, he had already adapted to his own kind of foresight, and soon stopped thinking about it, but gritted his teeth in his heart, "Wait, boy! When the old man becomes a god, he will definitely let you survive and not die!"

Mo Yu's expression was calm, and he had the Heavenly Bow of Robbery, or the Ragnarok that had been ranked in the immortal sequence to guard the soul space, and this old thing behind him tried to play tricks with him, so he was naturally asking for trouble.

As for whether Xingcai really surrendered, he didn't care at all, as long as he had strong enough means, he was not afraid that he would be able to turn the sky upside down.

His eyes swept coldly around him, Mo Yu didn't pause, and said in a low voice: "Go!"

Hmmm-

In a flash of inspiration, his figure flew out with a whistling voice.

Xingcai hurriedly followed, but couldn't help but turn his head, looked at the platinum luan, and wailed in his heart, my beauty, farewell!