Chapter 207

In the wind city of the wild country, a flash of light flashed through the transmission array, and the figure of Sikong Sheng appeared.

"Damn it! The three traps I laid didn't kill him. How can there be such a monster!"

Sikong Sheng really couldn't figure it out.

Any one of these three serial schemes is enough to make an invincible emperor hate on the spot. Especially the giant statue left by the barbarian is the peak of respecting the king. Whoever comes will die. As a result, it was inexplicably broken.

The more Sikong Sheng thought about it, the more he felt incredible. Xiao Long had too many means, emerging one after another, and many were frightening.

"No matter what, the wild country has not been saved. As long as you dare to go to the Theological Seminary, no matter how many means you have, I'll call you never come back!"

While swearing, Sikong Sheng ran to another transmission array.

However, before Sikong Sheng took two steps, he suddenly stepped down, his pupils shrank, and the whole person was fixed there.

In front of him, I don't know when a one meter long black snake appeared, with claws and two beards. Its appearance is somewhat similar to the legendary dragon.

"Sikong Sheng, do you want to escape?" Xiao Long looked at him and raised a sarcastic laugh at the corners of his mouth.

Hearing the familiar voice, Sikong Sheng was stunned.

"You are Xiao Chen!"

"Yes, this is my noumenon. The noumenon you and the theological seminary tried hard to find is a dragon!" Xiao Long looked at him with a sneer.

"Dragon?" Sikong Sheng's pupils contracted and his heart was shocked beyond measure.

The dragon has been a legendary divine beast since ancient times. It is the supreme existence in the mainland of China. It is said that the creator God of the mainland of China is a divine dragon.

Xiao Chen's noumenon is a dragon?

Si Kongsheng's face turned white and he couldn't express his mood in words.

"Know my secret, do you think you can still live?" Xiao Long looked at him coldly, as if he were a dead man.

Si Kongsheng's face changed constantly. A moment later, he suddenly calmed down and showed a mocking sneer: "Xiao Chen, I thought you were a smart man with many means and no choice. Unexpectedly, you were so stupid. I still overestimate you!"

"How do you say that?" Xiao Long looked at him with great interest.

"Hehe, your identity was well hidden. I didn't even expect that you would be a dragon, but you took the initiative to tell me that you wanted to die. Who's to blame?" Sikong Sheng sneered.

Hearing this, Xiao Long laughed: "Sikong Sheng, since I dare to expose my identity, I'm not worried that you will go out alive. Do you think I didn't see it? You're a flesh and blood incarnation?"

Sikong Sheng's sneer instantly solidified, and his pupils shrank, so he couldn't calm down any more.

"What do you mean?" Si Kong's holy face showed a surprised look.

"I mean, even if you are the incarnation of flesh and blood, I don't worry. You will reveal the secret, because you will die!" Xiao Long stared at him and said word by word.

Sikong Sheng's face changed wildly, and he clenched his teeth and said, "even if you kill my flesh and blood incarnation, my body will be eaten back at most. What can you do to me? Now I'll explode myself, and then announce your identity to the world!"

As soon as the voice fell, Sikong Sheng's body suddenly expanded.

Xiao Long stared at him, his pupils became transparent, and the terrible law of time fluctuated and spread out, directly fixing him in place.

Si Kongsheng's swollen body solidified, but there was a panic in his eyes.

"Killing your flesh and blood incarnation really can't kill you, but I can kill your soul. Once the soul dies, what's the use of more incarnations?"

Without saying anything, Xiao Long turned his vast soul into a soul needle and stabbed into Sikong Sheng's sea of knowledge.

Anyway, there is only one soul of Sikong Sheng. As long as his soul is destroyed, the noumenon will die.

But Xiao Long didn't intend to destroy him. First, he turned him into a soul slave and inquired about the situation of Xiatian Theological Seminary.

Xiao Long's soul power surrounded Sikong Sheng's sea awareness and entered one soul brand after another. Sikong Sheng's eyes immediately fell into a state of confusion.

After about ten minutes, Sikong Sheng was completely enslaved. Xiao Long let go of his mind. Sikong Sheng immediately hugged his fist and bowed: "master!"

Xiao Long asked, "where is your noumenon?"

"Return to the master, and the body is in the Theological Seminary." Sikong Sheng said respectfully.

Xiao Longxin said, as expected.

"Very good! Let me ask you again, what is the plot of the theological seminary?" Xiao Long continued.

Si Kongsheng was in a state of meditation, and then shook his head: "I only know that the Theological Seminary and King Kong Temple are united to arrange a large array, and the rest don't know."

"You didn't understand the core news?" Xiao Long was stunned.

"No! The God of heaven didn't trust me. He even sent someone to spy on me. That's why I acted alone and set the overall situation in the wild country. I wanted to catch the master personally and let them open their eyes." Sikong Shengdao.

This makes Xiao Long very surprised. Is it difficult that Sikong Sheng is excluded in the theological seminary?

Xiao long thought for a moment. He seemed to think of something. He hurriedly asked, "apart from the King Kong temple, has the theological seminary cooperated with other forces?"

Hearing this question, Sikong Sheng frowned and stopped talking.

"I'm not sure, as if..."

Speaking of this, Sikong Sheng's pupil suddenly stared, as if he saw something terrible.

"Wow!"

Then, Sikong Sheng's body disintegrated and turned into a pool of blood under Xiao Long's eyes.

"What!" Xiao longleng stood there.

"What's going on?"

Until then, Mo Wen came late and just saw the scene of Sikong Shenghua turning into blood.

Xiao Long was still there, his face changing constantly.

"I enslaved Sikong Sheng, but there seems to be something wrong with his body. He should have been killed." Xiao Long's eyebrows flashed doubt.

"Someone noticed that Sikong saint was enslaved, so he killed him?" Mo asked, wondering.

"I don't know. It's reasonable to say that when manipulating the flesh and blood incarnation, Sikong Sheng's body can only sit still and can't be detected unless there is an expert proficient in the soul who stares at him all the time."

In the middle of his words, Xiao Long suddenly contracted his pupils and almost subconsciously blurted out: "black witch sect?"

There are few people who are proficient in soul in the great wilderness state, and even soul skills are pitiful. Xiao Longsi thinks about it. Among his enemies, only the black witch sect has this ability.

"Unlikely." Mo asked, shaking his head.

"First, there is no deep hatred between the black witch sect and Canghai College; second, the black witch sect should not come to the great wilderness state to lay such a big situation for the sake of that treasure; third, the black witch sect eats people and doesn't spit bones. Unless the God ancestor is crazy, it will never cooperate with those guys who are neither human nor ghost."

Mo Wen's analysis was very reasonable. Xiao long thought so, and couldn't find a reason to refute it.