Goddess, she's gone

Chapter 859
Two faint words fell into the small room.

Accompanied by clouds of black air, they all locked towards Yin Qingxuan who was sitting by the bed.

Yin Qingxuan still had that gentle expression, and he didn't even move his eyelids.

Just sitting in the dark indifferently.

His eyes were as calm as snow, even in a room where he couldn't see his fingers, he still breathed smoothly.

Thinking of the serious look of that little girl messing with this and that on her before leaving, Father Yin's lips curled up slightly.

Clouds of black air wrapped around the man's body, but they did not achieve the corresponding effect. Instead, they seemed to sink into the sea.

Either it was bounced away, or after entering his body, it was completely scattered into nothingness.

The saint tried twice in a row, but there was no response at all. She was so angry that she gritted her silver teeth.

How could this be so!

She not only changed the seal method of the soul control spell just now, but even tried several other spells in succession.

All failed!

On Yin Qingxuan, even spells with slight negative effects could not work.

Naturally, she didn't realize that Yin Qingxuan carried a wisp of Yin Mang's spirit on him.

Although, it is only a very small amount of soul power.

But in the end it was the power of the demon emperor's soul.

A dead skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

For ordinary cultivators who have not yet become immortals, it is more difficult to penetrate the seal of this layer of divine and soul power than to ascend to the sky.

The saintess worked hard, but in the end she could only return in vain.

She was so angry that she could hardly maintain the indifferent expression on her face.

An extremely irritable negative emotion welled up from the bottom of my heart again.

Fallen Immortal.

They escaped the doomed age, changed the ending that was about to dissipate, and changed the end of their own demise.

Forced to keep himself in this world.

Use all kinds of inhumane methods to continue to practice step by step, and continue to go up.

Trying to return to that road of cultivating heaven.

They also have to pay a price for making so much, and it is an extremely huge price.

Yin Qingxuan didn't seem to care about his situation, he stretched his legs leisurely and crossed them together.

The right hand rests casually on the knee.

Calmly in the darkness, he looked at the saint and spoke lightly.

"Since you're here, I'm a little hungry, please bring me some food."

"Your subordinates don't seem to be very friendly to me."

"I'm from the north and I don't like rice. Please bring me some steamed buns."

"Also, please pour a few more glasses of water."

"I think, the Holy Maiden doesn't care about these little details, does she?"

"You can cast your spell anytime and anywhere while I'm eating, I don't mind."

The man's words were still gentle, like a spring breeze, revealing the alienation and politeness of a gentleman.

But the girl inexplicably heard the sarcasm and disdain, she gritted her teeth, her voice was cold.

"Do you think I really dare not kill you?"

"Ah!"

The man gave a low laugh.

He raised his right hand, even though he couldn't see his fingers.

He couldn't see his palm clearly, but he still raised his eyes slightly.

It's like being able to see in the dark.

"A living hostage is a useful hostage."

"You understand very well that if you completely irritate Mangmang, you won't get what you want."

"You can't kill me. Torture is of no use to someone like me."

"You can take off my arms or legs, I don't mind."

"...It's just that after you take it off, my precious girl may mind very much."

(End of this chapter)