633: C633 Feng Ru's Cultivation the Magic Stealing Tool!

C633 Feng Ru's Cultivation the Magic Stealing Tool!

Quasimodo's surroundings were already shrouded in white fog. The surrounding light and sound also gradually left him, as if he was in another world.

Quasimodo felt like he was a turtle in a jar. No matter how he struggled, there was no change at all.

"Illusion Formation? Confusion formation? "

Quasimodo became more and more flustered because his intuition told him that Ying Loong, Ao Tong, would be the first to use him!

This instinct had saved his life several times.

In mid-air, the circular mirror under the dragon claw reflected Quasimodo's figure and his environment.

The mirror was in his hand, and he was in the array!

The edge of the world was right in front of him!

No matter how Quasimodo moved, it was all in vain under this mirror.

This was the Heaven's End Array!

Ao Tong's voice directly passed through the circular mirror and entered Quasimodo's ears.

"Quasimodo, you are the warden of the Pisu Empire. You should be judged and punished for your crimes. However, you kill the innocent, bully the common people, and escape into the path of evil and evil.

"With the will of the Emperor of the Profound, with the orders of Ying Loong, Ao Tong, I seal your cultivation, and strip away your magic equipment!"

With that, he opened his mouth and spat out a black Talisman.

The black Talisman continued to spin in the air and flew straight into the circular mirror.

Lee Shi's eyes squinted. Others might not be able to understand the black Talisman, but he could see it clearly.

Surprisingly, it was an ancient seal character!

As the word 'seal' was inserted into the mirror, Ao Tong began to emit a sound from his mouth. The mirror in front of him was like a lake, rippling.

The white mist dissipated and Quasimodo looked at the black Talisman that fell from the sky with a panic-stricken face.

Ao Tong said he would seal his cultivation?

"No, no, no …" "No!"

Quasimodo fled in panic, only to realize that he was like a three year old infant. His movements were slow and his limbs were powerless, so he could only watch helplessly as the black Talisman charged over and disappeared into his body.

"Ugh!"

Quasimodo groaned. He squatted on the ground and clutched his throat. His face was flushed red like a pig's liver. He kept twitching his body as if he wanted to vomit.

"Ugh …

It was like the waters of the Yangtze River.

From Quasimodo's mouth, a stream of crimson Saint Origin Qi spat out.

These Saint Origin Qi all came from his Violet Palace Realm origin, and were the source of his cultivation technique!

As the source energy gushed out from Quasimodo's mouth, his face also turned more and more sallow and his hair started to wither rapidly, as if he had aged dozens of years in an instant.

"NO!" No! "No!"

Quasimodo yelled "no" as he crawled up from the ground, trying his best to pull those Saint Origin Qi back into his body.0

"My cultivation!" My realm! "No!"

No matter how Quasimodo wailed, it was useless. After the Saint Origin Qi left his body, it quickly dissipated into the air.

Quasimodo immediately sat on the ground and cried like a three year old.

The previous tyrannical figure of the generation that once dominated the Northwest ended up in such a miserable state. The onlookers all raised their eyebrows with complicated expressions on their faces.

"Sigh, the evil people have their own heavenly laws!"

Dugu Lang let out a long sigh. His gaze towards Ao Tong became more and more respectful.

With a wave of his hand, he easily abolished the cultivation of a Middle Level of Sky Origin Stage Ranker!

As expected of Master Ying Loong!

In the face of Quasimodo's wailing, Ao Tong remained as calm as ever. There was even a hint of indifference, and it did not seem like he was the least bit mischievous like when he was in Liu Tie's sea of consciousness.

She slightly bent her dragon claw and slightly hooked it toward Quasimodo's position. The chain that was attached to Quasimodo — the God Slaughtering Chain of Blood — directly landed on Ao Tong's claw.

Quasimodo cried even more miserably this time.

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