Rong Shang remained unmoved, but the speed of his hands increased and he completely peeled off the dragon tendon.

But this is not the end, Xiao Yuqing still has his dragon scales on her body.

Rong Shang grabbed Xiao Yuqing's neck and dragged him up from the ground. He put his fingertips three inches below his neck, slightly bent his knuckles, and dug his two fingers into his flesh.

The tearing pain made the veins on Xiao Yuqing's forehead bulge. When Rong Shang heard Xiao Yuqing's curses, he didn't react at all. He just looked for his scales.

Finally, he found a crescent-shaped white scale deep in Xiao Yuqing's flesh and blood.

Rong Shang twisted the scales with two fingers and pulled them out from Xiao Yuqing's shoulders and neck.

The next moment, he looked at the bloody dragon scales and tendons in his hands, with a satisfied smile on his lips: "You have used it for so many years, it's time to give it back to you."

There was blood in Xiao Yuqing's mouth, and thick blood dripped from the corner of her mouth as she spoke: "Even if you take it away, what's the use? Once you lose your soul, in just a moment, your soul will be gone..."

There was deep-seated hatred in his words, and there was also an indescribable joy, as if Rong Shang had turned to ashes before his eyes at this moment.

This was a chess game that had been carefully arranged for thousands of years. Before Yu Zhengzong appeared, Xiao Yuqing was not sure whether he could use Xiang Feng to win this game.

But now, he has 100% confidence that Rong Shang will definitely die.

When Rong Shang was in the illusion and carried the charming Yu Zongzong out of the house, he knew he would win.

When Rong Shang was in the illusion, carrying Yu Zhanzi on his back across the river with piranhas, he knew that Rong Shang would lose.

If he loses, he loses because he is sincerely interested in a woman.

When Xiang Feng gets the soul from Rong, An Ning will take advantage of him and push Xiang Feng off the cliff.

The soul will eventually belong to him. With the soul, he doesn't need the dragon tendons and scales.

As long as he gets his soul, his sickly body will become stronger, he will no longer cough up blood in the wind, and he will no longer need to drink medicine to stay alive.

The heads of various sects who came to attend the wedding banquet all died tragically at the hands of the Emperor's subordinates because of the secret deal between the Emperor and Rong Shang.

The leader of Penglai Mountain was chronically poisoned by him and became delirious. He fell off a cliff and became paralyzed.

Even Xiao Guanchi had his head cut off by him as early as that day at the moon viewing banquet.

As long as he uses the death of those leaders to threaten the Emperor's cooperation, the Emperor will have no choice but to let go of the past and rot in his stomach everything that happened these days.

All obstacles will be removed, and he will become a strong man and unify all the sects in the world of immortality.

Xiao Yuqing laughed happily, a large mouthful of blood spilled from between his teeth, and there was a burning pain that penetrated into the bone marrow in his back, but he didn't care at all.

Rong Shang ignored Xiao Yuqing, he would not kill Xiao Yuqing.

He wanted Xiao Yuqing to feel carefully what it felt like to have a little disillusionment of hope.

Rong Shang took care of himself and wiped the dragon tendons and dragon scales clean, then carefully wrapped them in a silk handkerchief.

After he has done all this, he will walk towards Xiang Feng.

The Emperor of Heaven stopped him: "Where is the goddess's soul?"

Rong Shang's footsteps paused, and he slowly took out an exquisite and small porcelain box from the Qiankun bag.

He raised his arm slightly and held it weakly with one palm. His thin lips opened and closed slightly, and he didn't know what to say between his teeth.

The more tight his arm, the tighter, the blue tendons under the wrist pulse raised the tendons, and there was a powerful force ramming in his blood, as if to tear him.

It seems like a sharp knife, stinging his bones fiercely, and never ending at a moment.

He forced him to not let him show his pain, and the power slowly went up. He straightened his back, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly.

In the end, they condensed into a blood -red halo, hidden the powerful divine power of destroying the earth, turned into a bright red bead, appearing in his palm.

His sweaty spine was loosened slightly.

I don't know why, he suddenly remembered the goddess at this moment.

He always laughed at her stupid, just for the virtual love, and stripped off the power and consciousness regardless of the body. From then on, he fell into the altar and insulted him.

He always believes that only a fool will do this.

However, no one would expect that he was a Sha're: n devil who did not blink, a cold -blooded monster, and there would be a time when he was stupid for love.

He seemed to understand the feelings of Xue Xi before dying, but he was different from the goddess of Xue Xi.

They made bets with their lives, they lost their lives, and the bets lost.

But he is different.

He won't lose, and the steaming will not let him lose.

Holding the red beads tightly, under the cover of the sleeves, hidden it in the porcelain box: "Don't open it first, wait for the heavenly world, and give it directly to the Taishang Laojun to make a elixir."

Emperor Tian took the porcelain box and glanced at the corner of his eyes, but he didn't respond.

The goddess of the goddess is still in the world, and this incident is very teased.

He did not believe in Rong, but he agreed to cooperate with Rong Shang.

Because he knows that no matter if he does not cooperate with Rong, he will die.

If the goddess of the goddess is in the world, then he can not only save the Xuan Nu, but also take the tolerance of Yuanshen and give Heng Wuxianjun a elixir.

Anyway, he won't suffer anyway.

Emperor Tiandi lowered his eyes, sticked his belly on the porcelain box, and extracted a trace of spiritual knowledge into it.

After feeling a powerful spiritual consequences, he just made a slight head: "After you die, I will set up her."

This 'her' obviously refers to Yu steaming.

Rong Shang scratched it lightly, but did not take this to the heart.

He walked forward slowly, covering his palm, and a light ice -colored Rulule leaked from his palm. That was his Yuanshen who was stripping himself.

Xiang Feng narrowed his eyes, and a trace of suspicion in his eyes.

Why is he so simple?

Is there any fraud?

He said coldly: "Stop!"

The pace of tolerance was slowly linked to the eyelids: "Huh?"

Xiang Feng sent the blade forward, and the blade accidentally cut the skin, and added a blood stain to her neck.

When he saw the bloodstain, he slowly narrowed his eyes. His dark eyes were covered with the color of the yin, as if the abyss who did not see the ground.

He didn't speak, but the red eyes fell lightly on Xiang Feng's face.

Xiang Feng's breathing was two points short, and the pale face was even more pale and weak at this moment, as if he was stretched out tightly, and the arms of holding the horn handle could not stop trembling.

It's just this glance, but it firmly has the guess of Xiang Fengfang.

The air was silent like a dead grave, and the upper hand slowly buried his head. I didn't know what to think of it, but I laughed, and then continued to move forward.

Xiang Feng's body rose and fell, and he growled sternly: "Don't come over! If you take one more step, I will kill her!"

Rong Shang raised his lips and smiled lowly: "Don't you want to be alone?"

Xiang Feng was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but frown.

That's right, he wants Rong Shang's soul, but he doesn't dare to let Rong Shang get close to him. It's not an option to continue the stalemate like this.

Just when he was lost in thought, Shan Shui's hoarse voice came to his ears: "If Master still believes in Shan Shui, let Shan Shui retrieve his soul."

For some reason, Xiang Feng's heart throbbed twice when he heard the first half of Shan Shui's words.

Yes, it was because he did not believe in the mountains and rivers that he was deceived by An Ning and did things that harmed the mountains and rivers.

How could he not believe her anymore?

Xiang Feng's eyes softened a little: "Go, Master believes in you."

He thought that when Shan Shui heard this, he would laugh happily like before.

But in fact, Shan Shui didn't react at all. He just nodded, turned around and walked over.

She walked towards Rong Shang step by step, holding the nameless spiritual tablet tightly in her hands.

With somewhat distracted eyes, she looked behind Rong Shang at the Immortal Lord Hengwu who was slumped on the ground with a dull look on his face.

His name is Hengsu, what a beautiful name.

He treats her better than Xiang Feng, but in the end, they are both the same kind of people.

They love her, but they love themselves more.

After all, it's just fate.

Shan Shui withdrew her eyes and stopped beside Rong Shang. She leaned over slightly, with tears shining in her eyes.

She said: "Thank you."

She said again: "I'm sorry."

Rongshang lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the roots of her hair that were gradually turning white, and he let out a low 'hmm' from his throat.

She has long been out of shape and skinny as a stick.
To be continued...