"Little Tian?"
Although Feng Qingyang's soul was suppressed, he was not in any danger for the time being. However, he was slightly taken aback when he received a message from his disciple, Duan Lingtian.
"Master, I'll wait for you and Mi Xuan at the entrance of the Asura Hell with a God Emperor in a month.
Just tell him that there's something good in the Asura Hell and lure him here.
"As long as you are here, the god emperors beside me will take action and directly extract Mi Xuan's soul from your body!"
These were the exact words of his disciple, Duan Lingtian.
His first reaction was that his disciple, Duan Lingtian, had gone to the Netherworld to save him after he had not returned to the Heavenly Palace of the Solitary Destructive Heaven for a long time.
Initially, Duan Lingtian did not approve of Duan Lingtian's decision.
However, there was nothing he could do now. He could receive Duan Lingtian's message, but he could not send a message to Duan Lingtian since Duan Lingtian's Soul Pearl was still in his Spatial Ring.
Now that Mi Xuan had taken over his body, Mi Xuan would react if he used his Spatial Ring.
"A God Emperor?"
Although Duan Lingtian did not know where his disciple, Duan Lingtian, had found a God Emperor, he did not doubt his disciple's words. He knew Duan Lingtian would not lie to him.
In the next few days, Feng Qing Yang intentionally showed signs of loosening his stance and began to negotiate with Mi Xuan.
For example, Mi Xuan had to leave his body before the Asura Hell.
Duan Lingtian would share his fortuitous encounter in the Asura Hell with Mi Xuan.
Naturally, Mi Xuan would not agree to this.
However, when Mi Xuan saw that Feng Qing Yang had begun to negotiate terms with him, he saw a glimmer of hope even though Feng Qing Yang's conditions were unacceptable.
He wanted to replicate Feng Qingyang's fortuitous encounter in the Asura Hell and seize the opportunity to obtain it.
In the blink of an eye, many days passed.
Feng Qingyang, who had been negotiating with Mi Xuan every few days, also made concessions time and time again. "Mi Xuan, I'll take you to Asura Hell, but you have to leave my body before we reach our destination. Otherwise, I won't deactivate the spell formation for you."
"If you don't agree, then we don't need to talk anymore!"
Mi Xuan had been very concerned when he first heard Feng Qingyang say that, but now, he didn't care at all.
That was because Feng Qingyang would say the same thing every time they talked about conditions recently. He was tired of hearing it.
"Feng Qingyang, why don't you state some more realistic conditions?"
Mi Xuan said indifferently.
What a joke!
If he left Feng Qingyang's body at that time, he didn't know what would happen to Feng Qingyang. After all, Feng Qingyang was most familiar with that place, but he wasn't.
…
"Master."
On this day, Feng Qingyang, who had just rested for a day and hadn't discussed conditions with Mi Xuan, received a message from his disciple, Duan Lingtian.
Feng Qingyang was a little confused. "Little Tian, he … didn't he say he'd take that god emperor to the gates of Asura Hell to wait for us?"
"He even asked me to meet half a month later … Why is he here again?"
For him to be able to send a message meant that his disciple, Duan Lingtian, was also in the netherworld. When he thought of the message his disciple, Duan Lingtian, had sent him half a month ago, he didn't understand.
During this time, he had been planning to negotiate with Mi Xuan for another half a month before compromising and taking Mi Xuan to Asura Hell.
He hadn't expected his disciple, Duan Lingtian, to come in before the time was up.
But this time, Duan Lingtian quickly gave him an answer. "Master, Elder Ye and I have already found our way here. Elder Ye's consciousness has already locked onto Mi Xuan.
We'll be there soon. "
"But before that, you must be careful. Don't give Mi Xuan an opportunity to destroy your body or hurt your soul."
In the end, Duan Ling Tian's message became solemn and serious.
"Elder Ye?"
"That God Emperor expert?"
Feng Qingyang's heart trembled. He'd never imagined that his disciple, Duan Lingtian, would come to him with that god emperor and lock onto Mi Xuan.
"Be careful of Mi Xuan's counterattack."
Feng Qingyang became vigilant. He didn't dare to relax because he didn't know when his disciple, Duan Lingtian, and Ye Chenfeng, would arrive.
Almost as soon as Feng Qingyang thought this, a thunderous voice came from outside.
It seemed to shake the heavens and the earth, causing the sand and dust in a large area of the blood mountain to move rhythmically.
In some places, there was even a small sandstorm.
"Mi Xuan! Get out here! "
Feng Qingyang recognized the voice as belonging to his disciple, Duan Lingtian.
If he could recognize it, so could Mi Xuan.
Mi Xuan opened his eyes, his gaze cold. A cold smile appeared on his lips. "Feng Qingyang, it seems that you and your disciple are truly master and disciple.
"He actually found the netherworld for you, and even came to find me."
"Does he really think that I and my Xuanling Alliance can't do anything to him?"
Before Feng Qingyang could respond, Mi Xuan's figure flashed, leaving the belly of a blood mountain and soaring into the sky.
"Lord Alliance Lord!"
"Lord Alliance Lord!"
… …
When Mi Xuan's subordinates heard Duan Lingtian's arrogant words, they flew toward Duan Lingtian angrily.
When Mi Xuan arrived, he saw a familiar purple figure in the distance surrounded by a group of his subordinates, who were eyeing him like a tiger watching its prey.
"Duan Lingtian."
Mi Xuan walked to the front of the crowd and looked at Duan Ling Tian mockingly as he said, "You couldn't do anything to me when we were in the Heavenly Palace of the Solitary Destructive Heaven."
"Could it be that you, a low-level Godly Emperor, can do anything to me?"
As he said this, the mocking smile on Mi Xuan's face instantly turned into a mocking smile.
"Mi Xuan, you can try and see if I can do anything to you."
Duan Ling Tian had a brilliant smile on his face.
"Alliance Lord, leave him to me."
An old man appeared behind Mi Xuan in the blink of an eye. He stared coldly at Duan Lingtian and said, "Today, I'll take his head as the alliance lord!"
The old man was dressed in long gray robes. He was thin and had a cold expression on his face. He looked no different from a human.
As soon as he finished speaking, divine power radiated from his body. Then, different formation discs were suspended in the void around him by divine power.
This old man was none other than the only Vice Alliance Lord of the Profound Spirit Alliance. He was also Mi Xuan's right-hand man.
A Formation Grandmaster with the cultivation base of a lower Divine Emperor!
"Don't underestimate him, Ta Yuan."
Mi Xuan's eyes flashed. "He's not simple."
"Let's work together and kill him."
"Use your Formation to help me kill him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mi Xuan's divine energy surged out of his body. Even though he hadn't fully occupied Feng Qing Yang's body, he was familiar with it. His divine energy whizzed out of his body like an extension of his arm.
Moreover, as his Soul Energy vibrated, Soul Attacks began to form one after another before he charged toward Duan Ling Tian.
"Yes, Alliance Lord!"
Although the old man felt that his Alliance Lord was being overly cautious, he did not hesitate. Almost as soon as Mi Xuan moved, he charged toward Duan Lingtian.
During this process, the formation discs around him flew out like a celestial maiden scattering flowers and scattered above Duan Ling Tian's head.
One Formation after another was about to be set up.
At this critical moment, something unexpected happened!
Whoosh!!
Whoosh!!
… …
It was as if a gust of wind had blown past. In the next moment, whether it was the old man himself or the spectators, they all clearly saw that the dozens of formation discs in the air had actually been swept away by a gust of wind and turned into dust that filled the air.
"Who's there?!"
The old man cried out in alarm, his expression changing drastically.
He knew his own formation discs very well. Even a high-level Divine Emperor might not be able to destroy all of his formation discs so easily without showing himself.
These Formation Disks were all Formation Disks that he had nurtured with his Soul Energy for many years, and he had even infused them with his Blood Essence. They were far from ordinary Formation Disks.
"Who's there?!"
The expressions of the other onlookers from the Xuanling Alliance also changed.
At the same time, Mi Xuan, who was attacking Duan Lingtian, quickly sensed the situation and his pupils constricted. "There's someone else!"
"Duan Lingtian found a helper!"
Almost as soon as Mi Xuan had this thought in mind, a voice rang out in his head.
Whoosh!
A faint golden figure appeared behind Mi Xuan in the blink of an eye like a ghost.
Moreover, Mi Xuan did not seem to notice his appearance.
Only Duan Lingtian and the others saw this person appear like a ghost.
"Alliance Lord, be careful!"
The old man, Mi Xuan's right-hand man in Xuanling Alliance, the only Vice Alliance Lord of Xuanling Alliance, Ta Yuan, instantly paled and cried out in alarm.
"Mm?"
Mi Xuan froze. What's going on? Is there danger?
But why didn't I notice anything?
While Mi Xuan was in a daze, the golden-robed young man who had appeared behind him finally made his move. With a lift of his hand, an invisible force swept out and entered Mi Xuan's body through the top of his head.
In the next instant, a faintly discernible illusory hand appeared. Under everyone's watchful eyes, it forcefully pulled a soul out of Mi Xuan's body. To be precise, it was Feng Qing Yang's soul.
The eyes of that body dimmed for a moment, but in the next moment, they regained their clarity. At the same time, the aura of that body greatly changed.
"Master."
Seeing this, Duan Lingtian was overjoyed. He immediately stepped forward and asked, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
At this moment, Feng Qing Yang finally regained his senses. He felt like he was dreaming. How did he manage to take back his body so easily?
At the same time, his gaze fell on Mi Xuan's soul.
At this moment, Mi Xuan's soul was being grabbed by the golden-robed youth's illusory hand. No matter how he struggled, he could not break free.
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