The Mozun's eyes were struggling, and even his face was deformed, but his consciousness could not be controlled by him.
really him?
Although Chen Ping had guesses in his mind, he really couldn't figure out why he wanted to kill himself, so he asked.
"Why did you kill me?"
Mozun covered his head with his hands, he was in extreme pain, as if something had been branded deep in his mind.
"Because of your luck, if you kill you, you can take away your powerful luck."
Because of luck, Chen Ping's eyebrows twitched slightly. Is his luck so important to the eighth prince who is protected by the Dragon Qi of the Great Yan Dynasty?
Fortunately, this is a map of mountains and rivers. If it was outside, Chen Ping would not be able to break through Yan Wushuang's Zifu Consciousness Sea so easily. The luck of the Great Yan Dynasty will protect him at any time.
"Everyone is ordered by you!"
Chen Ping always felt that this matter was not that simple, the eighth prince wanted to kill himself because of this, but how could he take away his luck?
"yes!"
Mozun half-kneeled on the ground, he raised his head, and looked at Chen Ping in pain, the struggle in his eyes made him sober for a moment.
"Damn you!"
When Chen Ping was about to use the power of his soul to directly crush the Demon Lord's Purple Mansion, turning him into a complete idiot waste, a deep dragon chant came out from the Demon Lord's Purple Mansion.
Chen Ping's soul was shocked by the sound and retreated directly!
How could the eighth prince of the imperial family, the most beloved youngest son of His Majesty the Emperor of Yan Dynasty, be killed so easily.
Mozun's mind was still pricked like a needle, but he was already able to clearly understand what happened just now.
"How dare you control my sea of consciousness!"
What a humiliation it is to control the sea of consciousness. He is the eighth prince, with the blood of the royal family on his body, so noble.
Chen Ping dared to control his sea of consciousness, this was the greatest insult to him, wouldn't his secret be emptied by Liu Chen.
Fortunately, at the last moment, the royal imprint in the depths of his sea of consciousness could react, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
"Chen Ping, I won't let you go!"
Mozun knew very well that the Sea of Consciousness was damaged, and his current strength was less than half of what he was in his heyday, so he was no match for Chen Ping. Therefore, he chose the most direct method and left the Mountain and River Map.
The Mozun rushed towards the Mountain and River Monument, but Chen Ping couldn't stop him, and he couldn't stop him either.
It's okay to kill Yanyun's offspring of the royal family, but killing a prince like Mozun is no easier than ascending to heaven.
With the royal blood, besides the luck protection of the Great Yan Dynasty, there are many magic weapons on him, and even the imprint of the powerful royal family is not something that Chen Ping can resist now.
Watching the Demon Lord disappear into the Mountain and River Stele, Chen Ping had an unprecedented aura in his eyes.
"He was the one who framed me, and he was the one who wanted to kill me!"
Thinking back to when I was abolished, no wonder no one spoke for me, no one saved me.
It turns out that the person behind this is the Eighth Prince Mozun.
But Chen Ping couldn't figure it out, if the eighth prince wanted to kill him, did he need to hide?
"Is it him?" Chen Ping had no choice but to doubt even with the torture of his soul.
Because a strong person can completely modify a person's memory, what if someone deliberately leaves this information in his mind?
Chen Ping would rather believe that the person who wanted to kill him was the Eighth Prince.
The scene of the eighth prince fleeing in embarrassment has already caused too much astonishment in the outside world.