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Chapter 2462

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CHAPTER 2462: CHAPTER 2462

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They were well aware that Ning Yue and the blue-robed general had entered the teleportation array.

Furthermore.

Even if Ning Yue had the strength to kill the blue-robed general, he would not dare to make a move in the teleportation array.

Everyone knew that the teleportation array was not very stable. Once there was a spatial storm or turbulence, even a peak Immortal King expert might not be able to escape.

As for a Quasi-emperor expert attacking, no one believed it.

After all, Quasi-emperor experts were overlords of a region and would not appear.

"Still playing the fool with me?"

The man with the folding fan's expression turned extremely ugly.

He suddenly stood up and said in a low voice, "Go and take him down!"

"Yes!"

The scar-faced martial artist beside the man with the folding fan nodded and immediately dashed out, arriving beside Yang Yuming in an instant.

"Humph!"

Seeing the scar-faced martial artist arrive beside Yang Yuming, the white-robed old man snorted coldly and directly extended his right hand, clashing head-on with the scar-faced martial artist.

Bang!

The two fists collided.

The scar-faced martial artist and the white-robed old man retreated several feet at the same time, only stopping when they reached the edge of the wall.

It was obvious that the two of them were evenly matched in this blow, and neither could do anything to the other!

"Courting death!"

The scar-faced martial artist cursed inwardly after failing to defeat the white-robed old man in one blow, then immediately rushed out again.

"I'll help you!"

The bald martial artist did not choose to stand by and watch.

Together with the scar-faced martial artist, he launched a powerful attack against the white-robed old man.

Rumble!

One-on-one.

Perhaps the white-robed old man had no fear.

However, one-on-two, the white-robed old man had no chance of winning!

Puchi!

It only took three moves.

The scar-faced martial artist and the bald martial artist joined forces and defeated the white-robed old man.

"Mo Xiao!"

The white-robed old man's defeat caused Yang Yuming to be on the verge of a violent rage.

He looked at Mo Xiao and said coldly, "Ning Yue said that after he left, all of you have to listen to my orders. Do you want to disobey Ning Yue?"

"Hehe, how would I dare to disobey Ning Yue?" Mo Xiao smiled and said, "Their target is you, not me. Why should I help you?"

"You!"

Yang Yuming clenched his fists. He was so angry that his nose was crooked.

Before Ning Yue left, he had communicated with him and told him that Mo Xiao was already under control.

Under such circumstances, he took the initiative to order Mo Xiao to help block the man with the folding fan.

Unexpectedly.

The fact that Mo Xiao chose to work with the man with the paper fan made him very angry.

"Third Young Master, why don't you help me solve the problem in my body first?"

Mo Xiao stood up, cupped his fists together towards the man with the paper fan and said.

"I can swear that if you can help me solve the problem in my body and help me become the monarch of Dragon War Empire, I will secretly give you a lot of benefits. I can even open up a unique space in Dragon War Empire to let your army come in."

The man with the folding fan looked at Mo Xiao and said lightly, "No problem."

Whoosh!

His voice fell.

The man with the folding fan suddenly rushed out and slapped Mo Xiao's back with his right hand.

A terrifying force entered Mo Xiao's body through the man's right hand.

Puchi!

As soon as the force entered his body, Mo Xiao spat out a mouthful of blood and his face became extremely pale.

"Hmm?"

The sudden change caused the man with the folding fan to be somewhat surprised.

One had to know.

The force that he injected into Mo Xiao's body secretly contained some special energy.

That special energy was enough to destroy the remaining soul power in Mo Xiao's body.

"So that's how it is."

After carefully observing Mo Xiao for a while, the man with the folding fan revealed an expression of sudden realization.

He realized that the soul power in Mo Xiao's body could move freely.

In other words.

When the energy that he injected into Mo Xiao's body was about to disperse the soul power, the soul power suddenly turned around and flew in another direction.

As it was in Mo Xiao's body, in order to prevent killing Mo Xiao, the man with the folding fan did not dare to act rashly.

"Open your mind."

The man with the folding fan rolled his eyes and said to Mo Xiao: "Without my permission, do not resist."

"This …"

Mo Xiao hesitated.

In fact, he was somewhat worried. He was afraid that Mo Xiao would help him deal with the soul power that Ning Yue had left behind and he would leave a wisp of soul power in Mo Xiao's body.

"Are you suspecting me?"

A cold light shot out of the man's eyes and he said coldly: "I can kill trash like you with a flip of my hand. Do I need to control you?"

"Uh, that's not what I meant."

Mo Xiao scratched his head awkwardly after being seen through by the man with the folding fan.

"Then what do you mean? Don't tell me that you want to rely on me so that I can release the control in your body. "The man with the folding fan said lightly.

"How is that possible!"

Mo Xiao said seriously: "I, Mo Xiao, can swear to the heavens that I am definitely not that kind of person!"

"So much nonsense. Now, I will give you two choices. Either open your mind or die."

The man with the folding fan had limited patience.

If he did not want to subdue Guo Sheng and the white-robed old man, he would have already killed all the warriors in the room.

After all, he had a good relationship with the blue-robed general. The blue-robed general's death made him very angry.

"Alright, I will open my mind!"

Mo Xiao gritted his teeth and directly opened his mind.

Swoosh!

The man with the folding fan did not waste any time. He immediately separated a portion of his soul force and entered the body of the man with the folding fan.

"Ah ah ah!"

The moment the soul force entered Mo Xiao's body, Mo Xiao let out a hysterical scream. Pfft!

Pfft! Pfft!

Subsequently.

He spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

Mo Xiao's face became extremely pale, without any color of blood!

"What's going on?"

Beside Mo Xiao, Guo Sheng had a bad feeling.

Hua!

As expected.

The void above the Teleportation Pavilion suddenly split open and a skinny figure appeared in front of everyone.

This skinny figure was none other than Ning Yue who was rushing over!

After transcending the Immortal King Tribulation and the body-strengthening tribulation, Ning Yue rushed to the capital of the Soaring Sky Immortal Kingdom without stopping.

Just as he arrived at the entrance of the capital.

Ning Yue discovered that the soul force he left in Mo Xiao's body had some problems.

There was no need to think.

Ning Yue judged on the spot that someone was helping Mo Xiao break the soul force.

This discovery made Ning Yue somewhat angry.

He had already ordered that after he left, Yang Yuming would be the supreme commander.

Given Yang Yuming's personality, it was almost impossible for him to help Mo Xiao break the seal in his body.

It was obvious.

Mo Xiao had invited other helpers!

Shua! Shua!

The sudden appearance of Ning Yue caused the entire hall to shift their gazes towards him.

Especially the scarred warrior and the bald warrior.

When they saw Ning Yue, it was as if they had seen their enemy. Without a word, they directly rushed towards Ning Yue.

"Come back!"

The man with the folding fan stopped them in time and shouted in a low voice, "What a scandal!"

Hearing the man with the folding fan's shout, the scarred warrior and the bald warrior stopped instantly.

However.

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