After a long time, everyone reacted and finally accepted the fact that Diao Zhengde was dead.
"My Lord, how should we deal with these people?" Hu Xiaoli came to Wanqi Rong's side, and her beautiful eyes swept across the others as she spoke coldly.
Everyone was swept by the evil eyes, and an intense fear spread in their hearts. Their backs were instantly soaked in sweat as they looked at Wanqi Rong and Hu Xiaoli with fearful eyes.
"City Lord Wanqi, please return Master Diao's corpse to me." Wu Mang calmed down and went forward, wanting to take back Diao Zhengde's corpse. Until now, he still didn't understand and was curious why Wanqi Rong was so sad when Diao Zhengde died.
"Trash!" A deep and cold voice sounded. Wanqi Rong raised her brows, and her eyes locked onto Wu Mang. Her body suddenly released an angry killing intent.
"Trash?" Wu Mang was stunned for a moment. Sensing the cold killing intent, he couldn't help but feel angry.
He was already very unhappy when Diao Zhengde died, and now, someone jumped out and scolded him for no reason. How could he not be angry?
Mo Feng and Qiu Wuheng also felt strange. Even if Wu Mang didn't protect Diao Zhengde, this had nothing to do with you, Wanqi Rong, right?
"A dignified Dan Martial Hall commander actually let a fourth-level Giant Spirit kid kill Diao Zhengde in front of you. If you aren't trash, then what are you?!" As the cold roar sounded, Wanqi Rong suddenly stood up and took a step forward. The killing intent on her body grew stronger and stronger.
Swish! Swish! The six-word ghost words suddenly appeared. Two sharp black beams shot out, and an evil aura instantly bloomed.
"You …" Wu Mang's pupils constricted abruptly while boundless despair flickered within his eyes. He was just about to speak when he felt a strand of warm liquid spray out violently, and then he instinctively grabbed onto his neck. However, his entire head directly flew up into the air and emanated an expanse of blood.
The Dan Martial Hall commander died just like that!
Seeing this scene, everyone's heart trembled. They stared at the headless corpse on the ground as if they couldn't believe it.
"All of you deserve to die too!" Wanqi Rong didn't stop after killing Wu Mang. The killing intent on her body grew stronger. The six-word ghost words revolved around her body, and a powerful aura spread out. Many people were directly crushed by the six-word ghost words.
"Slash!" An indifferent roar resounded, and the Ghostly Art of Killing shot out two beams of black light. The two cultivators closest to Wanqi Rong died instantly.
Suddenly, Mo Feng and Qiu Wuheng recalled something and panicked. Their voices started to tremble, "City Lord Wan, please let us go. We won't leak the fact that you're from the Ling Xuan Heaven Pavilion."
Only now did the two of them realize that Wanqi Rong had just admitted her identity, and she was trying to silence them.
But they were wrong, Wanqi Rong was just venting the anger in her heart.
With Diao Zhengde's death, the main plot that the Ling Xuan Heaven Pavilion had set up in the Alchemist Guild for many years was completely broken. To the Ling Xuan Heaven Pavilion, this was an inestimable loss. Most importantly, the things on Diao Zhengde's body were taken away.
He had to find a place to vent his anger.
It could only be said that Mo Feng and the others were too unlucky to have become the targets for Wanqi Rong to vent her anger on.
In the blink of an eye, Wanqi Rong had killed thirty to forty cultivators, leaving only Mo Feng and Qiu Wuheng, as well as two young cultivators, Mo Lei and Qiu Shaofeng.
Mo Lei and Qiu Shaofeng were the young geniuses of Xumi Spiritual Capital. This time, coming to the Chaotic Abyss, they had suffered a huge blow. Originally, they were hoping to have some fortuitous encounters, but who would have thought that they would run into Wanqi Rong, this death god.
"You …" Wanqi Rong's vicious eyes stared at Mo Feng, Qiu Wuheng, and the others, and a powerful killing intent enveloped them.
"Plop! Plop! "Mo Feng, Qiu Wuheng, and the others were so scared that their legs went soft, and they fell to their knees.
Wanqi Rong spared their lives, naturally, she had a plan. Four black spirit pills appeared in her hand, and she threw them to the four of them, saying in a Cold voice, "Eat them!"
"Hundred Days Soul Devouring Pill!" Seeing those black spirit pills, Hu Xiao Li's pupils shrank. This was the most poisonous spirit pill used by the Ling Xuan Heaven Pavilion to control the assassins. After taking it, if they couldn't get the antidote within a hundred days, their soul would be devoured, and they would bleed to death from their seven orifices.
Moreover, it was rumored that the Hundred Days Soul Devouring Pill had no antidote, and only the Pavilion Master, You Gui, had the antidote. Every hundred days, the antidote would be distributed to the assassins.
However, Hu Xiao Li didn't take the Hundred Days Soul Devouring Pill, because she had something more important in You Gui's hands.
"Wan, City Lord Wanqi, what is this?" Mo Feng and the others knew that the black spirit pills in their hands were poison pills, but they still asked in panic.
"Eat it!" Wanqi Rong didn't answer, but said in an even colder tone.
Mo Feng, Qiu Wuheng, and the others glanced at the corpses on the ground, and finally, they couldn't resist the fear of death. Hardening their hearts, they swallowed the Hundred Days Soul Devouring Pill.
Mo Feng and the others were terrified. The moment they swallowed the Hundred Days Soul Devouring Pill, they felt a great pain, as if their bodies and souls were being torn apart. This kind of pain was unbearable.
"Ah!" A heart-wrenching scream resounded, and the four of them couldn't bear the pain of their souls being torn apart. They pulled their bodies, as if they wanted to release the devil inside them.
A moment later, the four of them were covered in blood, their faces were hideous, and they no longer looked human.
Wanqi Rong and Hu Xiao Li looked at the scene in front of them Coldly, without the slightest sympathy, and their eyes were filled with indifference.
After a long time, it was unknown whether Mo Feng and the others had adapted to the pain or were exhausted, but they all curled up and shivered on the ground.
"Humph!" Seeing that it was about time, Wanqi Rong smiled Coldly, and four white spirit pills appeared in her hand. She threw them directly on the ground and said, "You just took the Hundred Days Soul Devouring Pill, there is no antidote in this world. This is a spirit pill to temporarily delay your pain. Eat it first."
After the four people heard this, they all crawled up, picked up the white spirit pills on the ground, and swallowed them down along with the mud.
After a moment, the four people's expressions slightly eased up, and they looked at Wanqi Rong with deep fear.
"Very good! This Seat wants you to remember this pain forever. " Wanqi Rong smiled sinisterly, and four Death God's Tokens appeared in her hand, and she threw them to the four people, "From now on, you are Lin Xuan Tian Pavilion's people. You must always remember that you are this Seat's dogs, and your lives are in this Seat's hands. If this Seat wants you to live, you will live, and if I want you to die, you will die."
Mo Feng and the others looked at each other, and their eyes were filled with extreme regret.
The pain just now was too horrifying, and they couldn't resist it.
If they knew it would be like this, they wouldn't have taken the Hundred Days Soul Devouring Pill, and would have fought with Wanqi Rong. Even if they died, they wouldn't have to suffer.
But it was too late now, and they could only become Wanqi Rong's dogs, and be ordered around by her.
"Quickly thank Lord Deputy Pavilion Master for the medicine." Hu Xiao Li giggled, and she enjoyed the situation in front of her very much.
"Thank Lord Deputy Pavilion Master for the medicine." Mo Feng and the others reacted, and kowtowed to Wanqi Rong to thank her.
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