Supreme Demon God

With Mo Xiu's knowledge, it was natural to know what the piece of talisman paper on Qiao Xuanfeng's body was.

If Qiao Xuanfeng was not dead, the talisman paper would basically not work, but if Qiao Xuanfeng was killed by him, the talisman paper would work.

The person who gave Qiao Xuanfeng the talisman not only knew the news of Qiao Xuanfeng's death instantly, but also sensed the location of Qiao Xuanfeng and rushed over from Inferno Martial Sect.

He didn't know that there was a Teleportation Array connected to Inferno Martial Sect nearby, but since Inferno Martial Sect would send out people to kill him, he must evacuate as soon as possible, otherwise, even if he wouldn't die in the opponent's hands, it would be a little troublesome.

After tidying up the scene a bit, he quickly flew in the direction of the predicted Qi Kingdom's Eastern Woods City and regained his True Energy while flying.

But before entering the boundary of Qi Kingdom, a powerful Divine Consciousness surged like a tide, and in the blink of an eye, Mo Xiu was drowned.

"Got you."

An energetic voice rang over from behind.

But Mo Xiu didn't pay attention to it as if he didn't know anything, and continued to fly away in the direction of the Eastern Woods City of Qi Kingdom.

Not long after, a figure appeared in front of Mo Xiu, it was Inferno Martial Sect Elder Wei Ying.

As the elder of Inferno Martial Sect, Wei Ying's strength was naturally very strong, at least with Mo Xiu's current cultivation base, even with countless methods, he couldn't deal with him unless he forcibly raised his cultivation base regardless of his foundation.

In order to deal with an Inferno Martial Sect elder, it was not worthwhile to forcibly upgrade the cultivation base. Unless it was really compelling, Mo Xiu would not do it.

With the Myriad Wood Spirit Art, even if Wei Ying could capture him alive, it would be impossible to kill him, so he would not be forced to that point.

The way forward was blocked, Mo Xiu could only stop.

He looked at Wei Ying, without a trace of panic on his face, but rather calm, and asked calmly, "Who are you?"

"Don't ask me why I stopped you?" Wei Ying sneered coldly. "Very well, it seems that you have realized that I am here to kill you."

"Kill me? That's still too early for you!" Mo Xiu said scornfully.

Wei Ying froze for a moment, and quickly said, "Boy, I'm very curious, how could you, a cultivator in the Early-stage of Profound Spirit Realm, dare to be so presumptuous in front of me?"

Before Mo Xiu could answer, he shook his head again, "No, you, a cultivator in the Early-stage of Profound Spirit Realm, how did you kill all the disciples of my Inferno Martial Sect?"

With that said, he looked around and seemed to be looking for something, but he couldn't find it after searching for a long time.

"You don't need to look for it, I'm the only one here," Mo Xiu saw through Wei Ying's mind at a glance.

Wei Ying did not relax his vigilance because of Mo Xiu's words, but was more cautious. While continuing to search, he did not forget to say, "Impossible, you are only a Profound Spirit Realm cultivator, it is impossible to cut all the disciples of our Inferno Martial Sect!"

Unless he possessed absolute strength, it was impossible that even an Inferno Martial Sect disciple couldn't live otherwise, and Mo Xiu's cultivation was only in the Early-stage of the Profound Spirit Realm. He didn't believe that Mo Xiu's cultivation was strong enough to crush several Essence Converging Realm adepts.

Therefore, even if Mo Xiu said he was the only one here, he still suspected that there was someone hiding nearby, and just waited for him to get the bait.

Mo Xiu never expected Wei Ying to be so suspicious.

After thinking about it, he said, "I am really the only one. You can come if you want to kill me."

After hearing this, Wei Ying was more convinced of the guess in his heart, and sneered, "Do you think this will make me deceived? Naive, as the elder of such a great sect, I have lived for more than a hundred years, and my time of cultivation alone is a lot older than you, how can I be easily deceived because of your few words?"

"It's only more than a hundred years," Mo Xiu felt ridiculous.

Although the true age of his body was only eighteen years old, he was the Everlasting Demon King who had lived for countless years in his previous life. Someone even said in front of him that his cultivation time was more than the number of days he had lived. It was ridiculous.

He was too lazy to talk nonsense with Wei Ying, and left a sentence, "I will leave if you don't do it," after speaking, he staggered his figure and continued to fly forward.

"Hold on!" Wei Ying stopped Mo Xiu again.

"What?" Mo Xiu glanced at Wei Ying, still looking very calm.

Wei Ying stared at Mo Xiu for a while, and then said, "I don't know if you have an ambush, but the problem is not big. Even if you have an ambush, you can't keep me. On the contrary, it is easy for me to kill you."

After a pause, he said, "If there is no ambush, then forget it. If there is an ambush, as long as I kill you, those who are in the dark will naturally come out."

"I said, I'm the only one," Mo Xiu emphasized again.

Wei Ying turned a deaf ear, just said, "I ask you, is the death of those disciples of our Inferno Martial Sect really related to you?"

"What do you think?" Mo Xiu asked back.

Wei Ying: "Since it is related to you, then you must die for me!"

As he said, his entire body turned into a fiery red light and flew towards Mo Xiu, smashing Mo Xiu with a punch of surging True Energy, the violent wave in the air was like the raging anger in Wei Ying's heart, and Mo Xiu's body was wrapped up by it in an instant.

"Boom!"

In the blink of an eye, Mo Xiu's body exploded.

It was just that before Wei Ying could search for possible figures around him, a green light suddenly appeared, and the body of Mo Xiu, who had exploded, recovered in an instant.

"You…!"

Wei Ying was shocked and wondered if he had hallucinations.

Mo Xiu stepped back two or three steps, opened a distance from Wei Ying, and immediately ran the Myriad Wood Spirit Art.

A hundred miles away, where there were trees, the green light flickered, and countless small green particles gathered towards Mo Xiu and were absorbed by Mo Xiu's body.

After a brief shock, Wei Ying became even angrier and shouted, "Go to hell!"

As soon as his voice fell, another palm shot towards Mo Xiu.

"Boom!"

Mo Xiu was slapped to the ground with a palm from mid-air, but under the effect of the Myriad Wood Spirit Art, he was still alive and well, and he couldn't even feel the slightest pain.

Wei Ying was stunned and couldn't help asking, "Why can't you die?"

Mo Xiu did not answer, but looked at Wei Ying with contempt in his eyes, "I said, you can't kill me."

"Ahh!"

"Die!"

"Break!"

Wei Ying's figure fell quickly, came to Mo Xiu, and blasted several punches in a row.

Every punch could blast Mo Xiu's body to fragments, but every time, after the weird green light flashed, Mo Xiu recovered as if he had never been hurt.

"..."

Wei Ying was going crazy; it was the first time he encountered such an unkillable person.

With the unkillable Mo Xiu, don't even mention revenge for those Inferno Martial Sect disciples.

A deep sense of powerlessness surged into Wei Ying's heart, making Wei Ying a little desperate for a while.

After a while, he took a deep breath, no longer attacked Mo Xiu, but raised his hand to grab Mo Xiu in his hand.

"Boy, although I don't know what evil you have cultivated and have the ability to be immortal, it is easy for me to catch you!"

Wei Ying said with a sneer, "As long as you are in my hands, I will be able to ask you about your technique sooner or later. Then you will die, and your technique will be used by me, so you can be proud of it for now. But what will you do then."

Mo Xiu had never been proud.

Even if he fell into Wei Ying's hands, he did not panic at all, let alone fear.

He just looked at Wei Ying and said a number, "Sixty-eight."

"Hmm?"

Wei Ying frowned, a little puzzled, "What do you mean?"

Mo Xiu: "You just hit me sixty-eight times, and I will return it a hundred times soon."

"A hundredfold return?"

Wei Ying was speechless, "Smelly boy, you have fallen into my hands now, how could you give me back a hundred times?"

After a pause, he continued with a joking tone, "Or, do you think you are capable of defeating me with such a little cultivation base?"

Mo Xiu: "You will know soon."

Wei Ying was stunned for a while, thinking for a long time but couldn't understand Mo Xiu's meaning.

He shook his head, forcibly tossed all the distracting thoughts out of his mind, and was about to take Mo Xiu away, when he abruptly found patches of snowflakes falling on his shoulders.

Looking up, there was heavy snowfall in the sky, and a figure stood in the wind and snow, high above, like a goddess of nine heavens.

"Song Shenxue!" Wei Ying was surprised.

Mo Xiu seemed very calm. He had expected Song Shenxue to come, so he didn't worry about falling into Wei Ying's hands.

Song Shenxue glanced at Mo Xiu, then nodded towards Mo Xiu, and then said to Wei Ying, "Let go of Junior Brother Wu Jue."

Wei Ying's Divine Consciousness stretched out and he looked around carefully.

After a while, he withdrew his Divine Consciousness and asked with a weird expression, "You are the only one?"

Song Shenxue pursed her mouth and replied, "Our elder of the Seraphic Sword Sect is already on the way here. Now, you let Junior Brother Wu Jue go, I can still give you a way out, otherwise..."

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Wei Ying, "Bluffing, do you think I can't tell? Your Seraphic Sword Sect elder's cultivation base is much higher than yours. If they really come with you, how could you be ahead of them?"

Song Shenxue was slightly astonished, but did not react too much, and continued to say sternly, "Believe it or not, I'll just ask you one last time, hand him over or not?"

"What if I don't want to?" Wei Ying asked rhetorically.

Song Shenxue didn't seem to have dealt with such a scene, her eyebrows frowned slightly, a little at a loss.

At this time, Mo Xiu's voice rang, "It doesn't matter if you don't want to, anyway, you're going to die soon."

Wei Ying was stunned, because Mo Xiu's voice did not appear in his ears, but in the sky.

He turned his head and looked at his hands, only to find that Mo Xiu's figure disappeared somehow, and what he held in his hands was just a phantom.