Chapter 4577
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"Hmph! I don't know anything else. All I know is that you killed a few geniuses from the Mora Clan. I'm just avenging them! "Mo Qingli frowned at Zhao Yuande's words.
However, she had her own beliefs. Zhao Yuande's words did not affect her at all.
"How can a trash race like you be able to develop to this point? What a joke!" Zhao Yuande sneered.
Although he said that, he sighed in his heart.
It was the same in other places. For the sake of benefits, people could even kill their own kin.
Speaking of which, whether it was Origin, Eternity, or the World of Darkness, Purgatory, it was the same.
This was the ugly side of human nature.
Of course, he could not kill them all. Even in the darkest place, there would be light.
He had met many benevolent people. They all had their own bottom line and had their own path to walk.
As long as Zhao Yuande met such people, he would not let them go. He would become friends with them!
This was the principle of birds of a feather flocking together.
"What is this place? What do you want to do? "Mo Qingli did not want to be entangled in these matters.
Everyone had their own principles. Anyway, it was enough for her to think that what she was doing was right.
"I just said that this is my world. I am the ruler here! And I just want to return to the human world smoothly. That's all! "Zhao Yuande sneered.
"Let me go, and I promise that no one will come after you again," Mo Qingli said.
"Hmph! Do you think I'll believe you? " Zhao Yuande sneered. "If I let you go, the Mora Clan will probably send more powerful beings to kill me! More importantly, you already know my secret, so don't even think about leaving! "
"You … I can swear that I will never reveal your secret!" Mo Qingli gritted her teeth.
Although she was very angry, she had no choice but to lower her head under the eaves.
"You are a group of treacherous people who repay kindness with ingratitude. I will not believe the oath of the Mora people. You are now my captive. Stay here and help me reclaim this planet! If I'm satisfied with your performance, I might let you go one day! "Zhao Yuande waved his hand, and his figure instantly disappeared.
"You … come back!" Mo Qingli gnashed her teeth.
But there was nothing he could do.
"Is the Mora Clan really that weak?" Mo Qingli sat down on the ground, her voice filled with bitterness.
"No! This was Purgatory! We, the Mora Tribe, only want to strengthen ourselves. There is nothing wrong with that! It is this world that is wrong! " Mo Qingli shook her head. Her conviction could not be shaken. Otherwise, she would fall into a bottomless abyss and never be able to climb out.
She had now reached a critical point in her cultivation. To advance from the True Self Realm to the Oblivion Realm, that was the sublimation of the divine soul, the fusion of will and belief.
If she continued to waver, she would never be able to advance to a higher level in this lifetime.
"That's right! Your sword is not bad. Let me see it! "Zhao Yuande quickly returned and extended his hand to Mo Qingli.
"Don't even think about it!" Mo Qingli gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with anger.
"You have to have the consciousness of a captive!" Zhao Yuande shook his head indifferently. "This is an order, not a request. You have to give it to me whether you want to or not! Void Gourd, do it! "
"Alright!" The Void Gourd appeared beside him.
A black ray of light sealed Mo Qingli in place, rendering her unable to speak or move. She could only stare at Zhao Yuande with a death glare.
At this moment, her eyes finally showed fear!
She was a woman after all, and a very proud one at that. Under such circumstances …
She could not help but let her imagination run wild.
"Don't flatter yourself! I can't even be bothered to look at your face and your attitude! "Zhao Yuande sneered disdainfully." Void Gourd, hurry up and get it out. I'm leaving! "
Just as Zhao Yuande had said, he felt disgusted after seeing too many people with purple skin like this.
Especially when the other party was from a trash race like the Mora Clan, he felt even more unbearable.
No matter how high the other party's status in the Mora Clan was, or how beautiful she was, she was nothing in front of him.
"You …" Mo Qingli almost vomited blood.
Zhao Yuande's reaction deeply hurt her, almost making her doubt life and herself.
"Whoosh!" A small purple sword was forcibly pulled out from between Mo Qingli's eyebrows.
No matter how the small sword struggled, it could not resist the terrifying suppression of the Origin World.
When the small sword was delivered to Zhao Yuande's hand, Zhao Yuande immediately felt the terrifying power contained in it.
Even the slightest trace of sharpness from the small sword was enough to send chills down his spine.
He felt that this small purple sword had surpassed ordinary Dao Yan weapons and was definitely a treasure among treasures.
"Erase the consciousness in it," Zhao Yuande said.
"Okay!" The Void Gourd was the ruler here, everything here was under its control.
Of course, apart from Zhao Yuande, Zhao Yuande was the true master here. Even the Void Gourd had to listen to his orders.
"Ah! What are you doing! Stop! Stop! That's mine! " Mo Qingli felt the connection between her and the small purple sword getting weaker and weaker. A powerful force was stripping her consciousness from the small purple sword.
She was going crazy. This was her strongest weapon, and she had lost it just like that.
At this time, she was already regretting.
She regretted coming here and making enemies with the other party.
"Sorry, it's mine now!" Zhao Yuande took the small purple sword and felt that one of the true spirits seemed to be lost.
This treasure in the Origin World, no … under the Heaven Defying Gourd's power, its memories had been erased and it had forgotten its master, Mo Qingli.
"What a treasure! What a treasure! "Zhao Yuande merged his consciousness into the small purple sword and was immediately overjoyed.
This sword was a high-grade Dao Yan weapon and had a mysterious origin. Even the small purple sword itself did not know its origins.
It did not know what kind of powerful existence had refined it.
It did not even know its own name.
"Tell me about the small sword's origin!" Zhao Yuande looked at the furious Mo Qingli.
"Don't even think about it!" Mo Qingli gritted her teeth and her eyes were about to spit fire.
"Looks like you still don't know your current situation!" Zhao Yuande played with the small sword and looked at her with contempt. "I'll give you one last chance. Tell me about the small sword's origin or I'll search your soul and turn you into a fool!"
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