Reborn Genius Priestess

Chapter 242 Emperor Spirit
Zhao Lianheng was sure that the sound was from Xuanyuan Ling, but why did he hear a sense of sadness?
His eyes were involuntarily attracted to Chu Yun's pupils, and he almost used all his energy to stare there, looking for the same pupils as he saw in Xuanyuan Ling's eyes.

But the resolute and profound black pool had disappeared, and suddenly a fire ignited from it, and the figure in the gorgeous armor appeared again.

It is the spirit of Dasheng!
"You old monster, what did you do to Xuanyuan Ling!?"

Zhao Lianheng's dragon sword was about to strike at Chu Yun's body in that instant, but when the tip of the sword reached an inch away from his body, he had to stop.

Inside this seemingly broken body was Xuanyuanling's soul. He didn't know what consequences his sword would have on Xuanyuanling's soul.

Therefore, as long as Xuanyuan Ling's soul is still in this body, he can't do anything to this body no matter what.

At this moment, facing the enemy, Zhao Lianheng could only hold out the dragon sword with gritted teeth, but could not attack.

His heart was almost hanging by a thread, but he knew that going on like this was not an option. Judging from the current situation, Xuanyuan Ling did not use the Soul Killing Curse to deal with the spirit of Dasheng, but was dominated by this old monster , then Xuanyuan Ling's soul has been...

No, you can't think that way, she is Xuanyuanling, she will definitely not be defeated at this time.

Even if she can't do it by herself, he, Zhao Lianheng, can't let her fail.

"What exactly do you want to do to her, Dasheng Spirit?"

"The spirit of the Great Sheng..." The flames burning in Chu Yun's pupils continued to grow fiercely, but at this moment his tone did not seem to have that kind of murderous intent.

But this didn't make Zhao Lianheng relax his vigilance, his hands were still holding the dragon sword tightly, and his eyes didn't leave for a second to observe the changes in his pupils.

The other party's pupils did not change, but the murderous aura seemed to be fading. He continued: "So you call me that, hahaha! The Spirit of Dasheng is really the exact name!"

"Now is not the time for you to laugh so arrogantly, no matter what you are, we will destroy you!"

Obviously, Zhao Lianheng was very displeased with the enemy's sudden nervous laughter, which made him feel very uneasy, especially before Xuanyuanling's soul was not found.

The enemy's smile became more and more terrifying. He clearly saw him smiling with his mouth open, but the sound gradually disappeared.

"Destroy me?" He asked Zhao Lianheng, with a face of terror he had never seen before, "Can I be destroyed by the souls of the 37 emperors of the Dasheng Dynasty? !"

"What are you talking about, what are 37 emperors!" Under extreme fear, Zhao Lianheng went all out, and he pointed the tip of the dragon sword between the eyes of the enemy at the guy's contemptuous gaze.

"No matter how many emperors you have, we will destroy them, forever!"

The dragon sword pierced Chu Yun's eyebrows, but his body remained motionless.

"Put out the dragon sword." The enemy's face remained unchanged, and he said: "This is a treasure circulating in the Dasheng royal family, and the power of Dasheng is condensed on it. It is too naive to want to use Dasheng's weapon to destroy Dasheng's imperial spirit! "

(End of this chapter)