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Ling Hao walked over to Xing Yun with a calm look in his eyes. He said, "I took a palm from you the other day. From then on, I have no relationship with the sect."

"Right now, your skills are inferior, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered."

Xing Yun spat out a mouthful of blood. The long howl just now had shattered all of his internal organs, leaving him unable to muster even a bit of strength.

"What do you want?"

"Very simple, hand over the Blessed Buddha Bead and let Little White go."

Ling Hao slowly said as he looked at Xing Yun.

He had to get the Blessed Buddha Bead, and he also had to save Whitey, the cat demon. If Xing Yun agreed to do these two things, then Ling Hao would no longer make things difficult for him.

A look of doubt appeared in Xing Yun's eyes. "How did you know about the Heavenly Buddha Bead?"

"I understand, you came to my Thousand Devil Sect for the Blessed Buddha Bead, you have been planning this from the beginning."

Ling Hao didn't say anything, but looked at him.

"Just give me your heart, I won't give it to you. Also, you'll never see that cat demon of yours again!"

Xing Yun laughed coldly, his eyes full of malice.

For a sect head of his generation to end up like this, he no longer had any dignity left.

How would he rule the sect in the future?

It would be better to fight to the death!

When Ling Hao heard this, he took a step forward and abruptly reached out his hand towards his neck.

Xing Yun was already a fish on the chopping board, so he could only let people grab him by the neck. However, his eyes were still filled with disdain, and he didn't fear death at all.

"If Little White really has one less hair, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life!"

After Ling Hao finished speaking, he threw him onto the ground. He stretched out his left hand and a stream of light shot out. Xing Yun's Heaven and Earth Pouch flew towards him, and then Ling Hao grabbed it.

Seeing this, Xing Yun cursed, "Traitor, you will die a horrible death!"

"I curse you, you will die a horrible death!" Xing Yun was extremely angry. He had spent his entire life storing spirit stones, artifacts, and the Ten Thousand Devil Sect's Heavenly Buddha Bead inside the Cosmos Sack.

Seeing Ling Hao take him away with his own eyes, Xing Yun wished that he could eat him.

However, because he could not move, he could only curse on the ground.

A small golden ball flew out from the Heaven and Earth Pouch. It was a dazzling golden light that emitted a dazzling brilliance.

Everyone stared fixedly at the bead. Everyone knew that it was a supreme treasure.

Otherwise, it would not be so strange.

Ling Hao was overjoyed. From the moment this bead came out, he felt that the violent true essence in his meridians had been suppressed by a bit. If he found a place without people and crushed this bead to eat, it would completely cure the hidden danger brought by the violent true essence.

The Tactics of the Heaven Devouring originated from ancient times. Although it could absorb the blood essence of millions of creatures and then use it for itself, this was a heaven defying cultivation. The heavenly dao could not tolerate it, and the true essence within one's body would also be ruthless.

With the help of the buddhist nature of the Heavenly Buddha Bead, he would be able to completely cure it. If he were to swallow his cultivation later, it would not bring about any hidden dangers.

If he got the Buddha beads today, he would have to see Whitey.

"Where's Little White?"

Ling Hao asked.

"Hmph! Give up on me! I'll put her in the sea of flames for now! She's not a Dao Sovereign, she can't go in!"

Xing Yun laughed coldly. He no longer had any dignity left anyway. It would be better to let the people Ling Hao cared about die, which could also be considered revenge.

The Nine Serenities Fire Sea was a pond at the back of the sect. This pond had existed for thousands of years, so no one knew why there was an endless amount of fire inside. Normal people wouldn't dare to go near it.

There was once a sun and moon pinnacle expert who walked in and was burnt beyond recognition.

Ling Hao grabbed Xing Yun and slapped him a few times.

In front of so many people, Xing Yun felt a burning pain on his face.

"Little bastard, you will never see her even if you die. I won't tell you, no one will know about that place! Furthermore, there is a formation there that you cannot break! "

Xing Yun smiled sinisterly.

"Kneel down and beg me. I'll show you how to get there."

The White Tiger who was watching from the side had long ago become furious. There were a few times when it couldn't help but be stopped by Ling Hao.

Yun Feng's gaze became unfocused. She didn't expect that Ling Hao would be able to defeat her foster father, and even force his foster father, who had always lived like a prince, to such a state.

He wanted to plead for mercy, but he knew that if Ling Hao insisted on killing him, no one would be able to save him.

"Xing Yun, for Yun Feng's sake, I won't kill you."

"However, this does not mean that I have condoned you."

"Do you know about the Soul Extraction Secret Technique?"

When Xing Yun heard this, his body trembled a few times, his eyes filled with horror.

Soul Extraction Secret Technique was a cultivation technique from ancient times. It could retrieve the memories of others, but doing so would turn them into idiots.

Everyone present had seen the ancient books, so they naturally understood this.

"I'll give you ten breaths of time. If you still don't tell me where Little White is after ten breaths of time, then don't blame me for extracting your memories!"

There was a limit to a person's patience, and it was the same for Ling Hao.

Yun Feng had helped him before, so Ling Hao did not directly give his face.

Xing Yun felt extremely nervous.

Did he really know a secret soul extraction technique?

Is he lying to me?

Right! He's lying to me!

"Seven."

When Ling Hao reached seven, his expression gradually turned cold.

"Eight."

"Father, don't think that he's lying to you!" Yun Feng rushed forward and grabbed Xing Yun's arm, anxiously asking.

"Nine."