"Zhou … Zhou Hong, it's you? Aren't you dead? "
Hearing a man's voice, Su Xianqing tore off his scarf. When he saw that the person he was holding was Ye Mo, he stammered.
"Of course I'm not dead."
Ye Mo smiled coldly.
"What … what do you want?"
Su Xianqing wasn't a fool. He immediately realized that Ye Mo didn't come with good intentions. He said to Ao Wushuang, "Wushuang Envoy, protect me."
However, Ao Wushuang didn't move.
"Su Xianqing, apart from the pair of white horns on your head and your bloodline, you're completely useless," Ye Mo said calmly.
With a flick of his finger, Su Xianqing was sent flying. Ye Mo stepped on his body and said, "Emperor of the Netherworld, aren't you very arrogant? You think you can become the Emperor of the Netherworld and look down on everyone. You're just a pawn, a pawn of Ming Xiaotian. "
"Zhou Hong, what do you want?"
Su Xianqing fell to the ground, spitting blood. He roared, "I'm the Emperor of the Netherworld, a pawn of Ming Xiaotian, a puppet emperor. I'm still the Emperor of the Netherworld. How dare you kill me? You're committing treason. You're just a Nethersoul. How dare you kill someone with royal blood?"
"Is that so?"
Ye Mo condensed a sharp sword in his hand and pointed it at Su Xianqing's forehead. He said, "Do you think I dare to kill you?"
"No, don't kill me. I'll do anything you want. Don't kill me!"
Su Xianqing finally began to fear.
"Take out the Emperor Sword!"
Ye Mo said.
"Yes, yes!"
Without saying anything, Su Xianqing took out the Emperor Sword, which represented honor and power, from the Netherworld Ring.
Ye Mo withdrew the sword in his hand and took the Emperor Sword. With a quick and clean stab, he pierced Su Xianqing's forehead.
"As long as the Emperor Sword is stained with Su Xianqing's blood, its spirituality won't disappear for the time being," Ao Wushuang said.
Ao Wushuang said, "Ming Po only gave us one month to come out. After one month, we will go back. At that time, Ming Xiaotian should also come out of seclusion."
"Well, in a month's time, I also want to thoroughly familiarize myself with the character of Su Xianqing."
Ye Mo nodded and began to deactivate the Immortal Martial Transformation Technique. His body transformed into his original appearance. Ao Wushuang stared at Ye Mo's face, with a hint of maturity and determination in her delicate features.
Before Ao Wushuang could familiarize herself with it, the face changed again and turned into the appearance of Su Xianqing.
Ye Mo plucked off Su Xianqing's two white horns and placed them on both sides of his forehead. Imitating Su Xianqing's tone, he said, "Frost Envoy, hurry up and serve me."
Ao Wushuang was immediately amused by Ye Mo. She let out a bell-like laugh, "You don't say, it's true. But you have to restrain your Saint Mark and aura. That Su Xianqing is only in the Immortal Realm."
"You don't have to worry about that," Ye Mo said. "I'll deliberately restrain my aura and set up a Spirit Concealing Magical Formation in my body. Ming Xiaotian won't be able to find anything. What I need to do now is to play the role of Emperor of the Netherworld."
Ye Mo smiled faintly.
"Ye Mo, I have something to ask you," Ao Wushuang said.
"What is it?"
"If you really get the name list, what do you want to do with the Netherspirit Clan?"
Ao Wushuang asked.
"I haven't thought about that," Ye Mo said. "And it's not something I can consider. Everything will be decided by the Academy Elders. Even if the Academy really exterminates the Netherspirit Clan, it doesn't matter to me at all."
Ao Wushuang sighed.
"Perhaps."
Ao Wushuang sighed. The fate of the Netherspirit Race was indeed not something they could decide.
Ye Mo cleaned up the mess and completely disposed of Su Xianqing's body. Then, he returned to the secret room and the two of them began to cultivate again.
"The last time I incorporated the Soul Spirit Clan, the Netherworld Lady rewarded me with a lot of Immortal Martial Techniques," Ao Wushuang said. "If I cultivate for a while, I can use these Immortal Martial Techniques to condense the fourth Saint Mark and break through to the Fourth Level Immortal Saint."
Although Ao Wushuang's closed-door training only lasted for a month, she could use it to master the Immortal Martial Arts Tonga. The more she cultivated the Immortal Martial Arts Tonga, the stronger the condensed Divine Mark would be. However, the difficulty of condensing it would also increase.
As for Ye Mo, he was trying his best to break through to the Second Level Immortal Saint. Although he had condensed the second Saint Mark, the Saint Mark couldn't be added to his martial techniques. This meant that his Holy Will was still a little bit away from breaking through to the Second Level Immortal Saint.
But this could only be solved with time.
"The more Immortal Martial Techniques one masters, the harder it is to break through," Ye Mo said. "Eagle Eye only mastered 108 Immortal Martial Techniques when he was in the Fourth Level Immortal Saint. Now that I've condensed the second Immortal Martial Technique, I've already mastered 210 Immortal Martial Techniques. In other words, it's twice as difficult for me to break through to the Second Level Immortal Saint as it was for Eagle Eye to break through to the Fourth Level Immortal Saint."
As he spoke, Ye Mo once again entered a state of cultivation.
"Brother Ye Mo, look, the Yellow Daoist Robe is changing."
At that moment, Ling 'er's voice rang out. Ye Mo immediately probed his Will into the Xu Mi Ring. He saw the blood flowing from Su Xianqing's body flow directly onto the Yellow Daoist Robe, causing the Daoist Robe to emit a faint yellow glow.
Ye Mo frowned when he saw that. He seemed to understand what was going on. He pointed his finger, and a powerful force disintegrated Su Xianqing's body. A large amount of blood flowed out. Ye Mo controlled the Yellow Daoist Robe and absorbed the blood.
The blood was the real blood of the royal family, the blood of the totem Ancient Nether Beast of the Netherspirit World. This blood was extremely noble, and even had a trace of spirituality. But as soon as it was absorbed by the Yellow Daoist Robe, it immediately entered the Yellow River, turning into an Ancient Nether Beast that entered the Yellow River.
Especially the Ancient Nether Beast. As it breathed in and out, it seemed to form a formation, making the water of the Yellow River even more noble.
When Ye Mo saw that, he couldn't help but throw Zhou Hong's two Nether Horns into the Yellow River. Suddenly, the Ancient Nether Beast began to absorb the energy within, its aura growing bit by bit.
"This Yellow Daoist Robe is indeed unusual," Ye Mo said. "The space of the Yellow River contained in the Yellow Daoist Robe can actually condense the Ancient Nether Beast of the Netherspirit World's Huang Clan bloodline. Not only can this Ancient Nether Beast attack, but it can also enhance the spirituality of the Yellow Daoist Robe."
Because of the blood's invasion, the appearance of the Yellow Daoist Robe changed. From its original pale yellow color, it turned purplish black. The Rune Formation on the surface also changed greatly.
Originally, Ye Mo had wanted to modify the Yellow Daoist Robe so that he could wear it. Moreover, the Yellow Daoist Robe had its own space, and some precious treasures could all be thrown into the Yellow Daoist Robe.
More importantly, he felt that the water of the Yellow River wasn't ordinary water.
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