Six Realms Office

Chapter 101 Curse?Little Doyle!

"You won't know!"

Chen Yuan stretched out his hand, and countless gang qi exploded, turning into a big blue hand, and went towards Aoyin to grab it!

Capture the Dragon!
Ao Yin only felt a strong force coming from that big hand, wanting to absorb himself, his complexion changed drastically.

"I surrender! Stop it! Stop it!"

Rumble!
The big cyan hand came to suppress it. Although it is not as powerful as the palm of the sun, but before the blessing of heaven and man, this dragon capture skill can be regarded as a legendary martial art. The purpose is to suppress rather than kill, so it pays more attention to control. rather than war.

Because of the shock and fear, the big blue hand has already suppressed it. Its body is three feet, and the big hand is six feet in size. Although it is not ten feet square than Zhenri Palm, it is still much bigger than it!

Boom!

The giant cyan hand clapped and grabbed Ao Yin's body, Chen Yuan gestured back, and the big cyan hand dragged Ao Yin towards Chen Yuan's direction.

"No! You ant!"

Aoyin was terrified, the other party didn't accept its surrender at all, and it felt extremely resentful in its heart.

"Raisha, give me the copper lamp."

Chen Yuan spoke to the little girl, Laisha handed the copper lamp to Chen Yuan, Chen Yuan held the copper lamp in his left hand, tilted slightly, and slowly flowed out a drop of crystal clear lamp oil from the lamp mouth.

"call!"

Chen Yuan breathed lightly, and the lamp oil was lifted up by the breeze and drifted towards Ao Yin.

"what is this!"

Aoyin watched the drop of lamp oil fall on his body, and then, he felt hot all over his body.

"I don't know how many people you have killed in the past 2000 years, but among those Turkic people before, I felt a sense of panic from their disappearance. Obviously, you also killed these people who died in the snowy mountains."

"Even though I'm not Turkic, and today the word Turkic only exists in history textbooks, you still have to pay for your actions."

Chen Yuan looked at Ao Yin expressionlessly, for some reason, Ao Yin suddenly became a little terrified, in his eyes, Chen Yuan's figure became more and more blurred, and gradually became distorted, not resembling a human.

"Let go of me! Ants!"

Ao Yin opened his mouth, and breathed out death energy from it. Chen Yuan just shook his palm slightly, and gang energy burst out from around the giant blue palm instantly, enveloping all the death energy.

Ao Yin kept beating the giant cyan hand, but no matter how much it struggled, the giant cyan hand didn't move a bit.

It is full of despair. In ancient times, it also had great power. Even a general who is an enemy of thousands of people will be torn apart by him. His punch can crack the ground and collapse ancient trees, but now he is being treated like It was like crushing ants on the bottom of the snow pit, unable to even resist.

call!
The drop of lamp oil started to burn, Ao Yin felt a pain in his arm, and then saw his blood evaporate a little bit, on his left arm, a bright yellow flame was burning quietly, and it became bigger and bigger .

"This is. This is the Bright Yellow Spirit Fire!"

Aoyin's face was pale, terrified, and his soul was trembling. As a collection of fierce spirits, ancient beasts, of course it knew what it was. Mausoleums or graves of sages can only be found. For the lives that have no entity or are gathered by special spirit bodies, this spiritual fire is the thing that dominates their life and death, and its power is unparalleled.

"Stop! Stop! Previously, I had eyes that didn't recognize Mount Tai, and offended a real person, and the real person still hopes to forgive me!"

Ao Yin roared in pain, the flames were like tarsal maggots, they didn't make any sound, they just burned quietly, at this moment, they had already covered half of Ao Yin's body.

"A real man forgives a sin! A real man forgives a sin! Spare me my life!"

Maxim was stunned at this moment, he looked at the painful Ao Yin, then looked at Chen Yuan, exclaimed: "Boy, you really amaze me, gods, I think you should be the messenger of the gods !"

"I've lived for so long, I've never seen these things, oh, it's like living in a magical world!"

"Wow... oh forgive me, I don't know what to say this is awesome!"

Laisha looked at the flames curiously, and when she saw Ao Yin's painful appearance, the little girl closed her eyes.

"I hope you won't do bad things again when you get to heaven."

Laisha put her small hands on her chest and prayed silently. Chen Yuan smiled: "Laisha, this guy won't go to heaven after he dies."

"No, God will forgive its sins."

Laisha spoke seriously, then seemed a little uncertain, and whispered: "Maybe I will forgive you."

Chen Yuan shook his head: "This guy will pay the price for his actions. He won't go to heaven, let alone be forgiven. What's waiting for him will be Wangchuanhe."

Aoyin was in so much pain that he opened his eyes and stared at Chen Yuan. Blood flowed from his forehead, and his entire skin had been burned, revealing the dark unknown object inside.

Those are all resentful souls.

"I curse you, damn Han, damn human!"

Ao Yin snarled: "The solitary yin does not grow, and the solitary yang does not grow. You will meet the demons in your heart, and you will eventually die from the backlash of your own kung fu!"

"Those who are related to you will be infected with incurable diseases, and those who talk to you will be shrouded in the shadow of death!"

"After you die, your soul will be devoured by ghosts, and you will never be reborn forever!"

After Ao Yin's words fell, there seemed to be an invisible black thread winding towards Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan squinted his eyes, and said coldly: "It's a pity that you think this is useful."

Aoyin grinned, suddenly, its eyes widened, as if it saw something it shouldn't see.

In Ao Yin's eyes, the moment those black silk threads touched Chen Yuan, they were destroyed by an invisible force, turning into nothingness and dissipating.

Dao often does nothing.

All kinds of spells are not allowed to come close, and all spells are not invaded.

Chen Yuan looked at Ao Yin with pity, blood dripped from the corner of Ao Yin's mouth, he suddenly coughed and had difficulty breathing.

"who are you?"

Ao Yin yelled in pain: "Tell me, who are you!"

"who am I?"

Chen Yuan shrugged: "The manager of a shabby shop, accepting some troublesome commissions."

"fart!"

Ao Yin yelled angrily, but then it screamed, the Minghuang Spirit Fire had already burned its head!

Ao Yin's eyes widened. Suddenly, after seeing those black silk threads crumble, there seemed to be a faint cyan luck hanging down on Chen Yuan's head.

And that air luck seemed to appear out of nowhere, without a source, but Ao Yin's eyes widened in horror, it had felt that breath 500 years ago!

That is the breath of heaven!

"You are not a mortal, you are, you are!"

Ao Yin yelled in pain, roaring: "You are heaven. Ah!"

The Minghuang spirit fire engulfed Ao Yin's head and burned its entire body, and then a thin spirit floated out, and was directly absorbed by Yan Luoling.

"[Target Eight]--[Ao Yin] has been captured (near death)."

"Completion: 100%"

"Rating: Perfect!"

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Ok?
Chen Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Ao Yin's body that had been burned to ashes.

A cold light appeared, Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and he exclaimed slightly: "This is it!"

"[Turn Soul] of [Ancient Yue Eight Swords]!"

(End of this chapter)