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Chapter 1875 How to comfort those dead souls

Wei Dian was completely panicked. He didn't expect that Xiao Zining's strength was so terrifying!

Their bodies sank deeper and deeper, and the more they tried to escape, the heavier the weight on their bodies became. In the end, they were unable to move even an inch.

In the eyes of everyone, they seemed to be frozen in the void.

In a brief moment, the spiral sword storm swept up from behind them, enveloping the six people and the Dharma in it.

The faces of the six people all showed expressions of extreme horror, despair as if falling into the abyss, and unwillingness in their eyes.

Suddenly, a glowing stone fell out of a person's body.

One person screamed in fear.

"Fluorite! Fluorite is glowing! It's the heart of origin! The heart of origin..."

At that moment, they all understood why Xiao Zining was able to easily crush them in the Soul Realm. He borrowed the power of a world, and what was the first level of the Soul Realm?

Xiao Zining raised his eyes, there was no surprise in his eyes.

He guessed it, and he had already had this guess in his mind from the moment he killed Pockmarked Face.

After just that, he had basically confirmed it in his mind.

"No……!!!"

No matter how unwilling they are, they can't stop their final fate.

Before they were completely engulfed by the storm, Xiao Zining stretched out his hand and pulled out a figure from the storm.

That person was none other than Wei Dian.

One of Wei Dian's legs had been minced into pieces. He screamed in heart-rending pain, and the aloof look completely disappeared from his face.

Wei Dian watched helplessly as the other five people were chopped into pieces by the storm, and then he realized that he was not dead.

"I...I...I'm not dead?"

Wei Dian was still trapped in the fear of death and had not been able to escape. He looked at Xiao Zining as if he were looking at a devil coming from hell to seek his life.

The howling sound of the storm still echoed in my ears, the sword was full of energy, and blood and pieces of flesh were constantly splashing out from it.

After a few breaths, the storm subsided, and there was nothing in the space just now...

Five powerful men in the spirit realm died in Kunlun so hastily.

Wei Dian's body shrank and trembled constantly.

Xiao Zining's voice rang in his ears.

"Tell me who you are and which force you belong to in the Upper Realm. I may consider not killing you."

When Wei Dian heard Xiao Zining's voice, his whole body trembled. When he heard the words not to kill him, he suddenly looked at Xiao Zining.

"Really...really? Are you really not going to kill me?"

The moment his eyes met Xiao Zining's, he lost all his courage again.

"I...I...I said! I'll tell you everything!!"

Wei Dian had been frightened for a long time. How could he dare to play tricks? He tremblingly sold out all the participating forces without any reservation.

Since the two worlds cannot intersect, is it possible that Xiao Zining can still seek revenge?

If he really went, he would have played into Wei Dian's hands. How could he shake the Murong family?

If he goes, he will only fall into a trap.

After Xiao Zining heard that there were twelve people coming down this time, his eyes flickered.

It looked like Wei Dian was lying. He silently wrote down the names of those forces in his heart.

Yan family, Qu family, Shang, Tianzhu Valley, Ning Zhiguo, Murong family, Tuoyue Sect, Li family.

He is from the Murong family.

Wei Dian looked at Xiao Zining with fear.

"I...I've finished speaking, can you...don't kill me..."

Before he finished speaking, his head separated from his body, leaving only the horrified look on his head.

Xiao Zining didn't even blink.
Chapter completed!
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