419: C419 Stealing Martial Spirit What Evil Technique Was This

C419 Stealing Martial Spirit What Evil Technique Was This

Without waiting for an explanation, Mo Junyan placed his hand on Ximen Feixue's shoulder and said slowly, "Goodbye, the former number one Heaven Chosen."

Ximen Feixue had a hideous expression on his face. He wanted to struggle, but it was difficult for him to even move a finger in the hands of Mo Junyan.

Not to mention escaping from Mo Junyan's grasp!

"Ding … detected a target that can be robbed, do you wish to plunder it?"

In Mo Junyan's eyes, Ximen Feixue had another white ball in his dantian. Even behind him, there was a white dragon shadow.

Concentrating his attention on the white dragon shadow behind Ximen Feixue, Mo Junyan ordered lightly: "Plunder."

"Ding! Plunder … …"

Three seconds after Wu Junzi touched Ximen Feixue, Ximen Feixue felt as if something was going to be peeled off from his body.

"You, what are you doing! "Stop!" Ximen Feixue's originally sinister expression immediately became twisted as the Martial Spirit in his body was peeled off.

Mo Junyan was expressionless. In the end, he even revealed a slight smile. "I didn't do anything. I just wanted your Martial Spirit."

Hearing that, Ximen Feixue's heart felt like it had been struck hard by a hammer, and his head started buzzing.

Want, want his Martial Spirit?

Could Martial Spirit s also be wanted by others? His Martial Spirit was born with it!

"What is it? "If you don't believe me, then feel it for yourself." Seemingly sensing Ximen Feixue's confusion, Mo Junyan's smile disappeared.

Hu hu!

In the next moment, an even more intense pain hit him, making Ximen Feixue to scream out loud.

"Aooo!"

The next moment, a white shadow, shaped like a long dragon, suddenly rose from Ximen Feixue's body and floated in the air!

The feeling of pain Ximen Feixue felt also disappeared. However, there was always an empty feeling in his body. It was as if he was missing something.

Even his spirit was exhausted! It even made Ximen Feixue want to close his eyes and fall asleep.

"Then, is it really my Martial Spirit …" Ximen Feixue was lying on the ground and looking at the white dragon shadow above.

Weng! *

The next moment, a white light appeared out of nowhere on Mo Junyan's body. The white dragon shadow that originally belonged to him, Ximen Feixue, actually drilled into Mo Junyan's body!

"Mo Junyan, you used too many of these strange and evil arts, aren't you afraid of suffering the wrath of heaven?" Ximen Feixue said weakly to Mo Junyan, who was already squatting in front of him.

"Heaven's wrath? This sort of thing will never ever land on this sovereign. " Mo Junyan heard this and chuckled.

As the two of them spoke, the white dragon's shadow already entered Mo Junyan's body.

A surge of strong Martial Spirit energy suddenly filled Mo Junyan's body. The Martial Spirit energy actually doubled!

"Ding! Congratulations to host, you have obtained a Martial Spirit, Dragon Shadow."

In his consciousness, the system's notification sound also appeared. Mo Junyan also slowly stood up and looked down at Ximen Feixue condescendingly.

"I know that you might be in a bad mood right now, and you might even want to kill this emperor. But right now, you no longer have any hope of advancing your Emperor Stage."

"Your cultivation has already fallen to the level of a ninth star emperor, and moreover, the emperor does not have any Martial Spirit. If you do not have a Martial Spirit, then you will never be able to rise again in your entire life."0

After Mo Junyan said that, he walked slowly towards the direction of the Imperial Palace. His back was also stared at by Ximen Feixue who was lying on the ground.

"If you don't kill me, you will definitely regret it."

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