The culprit who pulled away his soul was at the bottom.
Penetrating the thick fog of Qingshuang, the faceless human face appeared in his perception.
The iron cord that imprisoned him was at the feet of this man, his eyes twisted like countless greedy snakes eager to devour things.
This is……
Familiar and unfamiliar.
“The Lord of the temple?”
The voice of soul consciousness was answered by the Lord of the Temple of Impermanence.
“Oh, I wanted to spare your life for the time being, but I wanted to run to death.”
In one sentence, Jiang Qing understood that all this was done by the Lord of the Impermanent Temple.
“Why?”
He didn’t understand.
However, this time the Lord of the Impermanent Temple did not answer him.
In the eyes of the Lord of the Temple of Impermanence, Jiang Qing is nothing more than a special sacrifice.
The reason for not catching him in the first place, just as Mi August had thought before, was that considering his relationship with her, he didn’t want to scare the snake to affect his breakthrough.
But to say that the Lord of the Impermanent Temple is really afraid of Mi August, that’s not true.
All the impermanence fights in the Temple of Impermanence were raised by him from the beginning, even if Jiang Qing’s situation was special, it did not affect this.
The Lord of the Impermanent Hall holds 10% of the throne, and then exerts the value of Jiang Qing.
Now that the situation has changed, it’s better to swallow Jiang Qing earlier.
The realms of the two are too different, and the Lord of the Impermanence Hall is in front of him, and Jiang Qing has no power to resist at all.
He was unwilling to the extreme, and suddenly time and space seemed to stand still.
A memory picture was stuffed into my mind.
The “he” in the picture coincides with the current self, as if it is everything that will happen next.
The conspiracy of the Lord of the impermanent Temple, his dying despair.
A token became a turning point.