875 The Wild Geese Fly for a Long Time, but the Light Does Not Fade (4)

The sandstorm connected the sky and the ground. Countless bolts of lightning rumbled inside and endless anomalous substances spread out from it, invading the surroundings.

Amidst this vast black sandstorm was the figure of a huge old woman. On her head was Xu Qing who stood there expressionlessly, looking into the distance.

During these three days, he tried to awaken D132’s god finger but the other party didn’t respond. Xu Qing knew that It wasn’t asleep.

Since It didn’t respond, Xu Qing didn’t continue. He didn’t even frown.

He knew that the place he was going to was filled with great danger. With his cultivation, it would be very difficult for him to face Spirit Repository experts.

There were a total of six Spirit Repository experts in the alliance of the two races.

Among them, two had already refined a complete secret repository.

However, even though some things were dangerous, Xu Qing felt that he still had to do them.

In reality, as long as he dealt with the six Spirit Repository cultivators, it wasn’t impossible for Xu Qing to kill the other Nascent Soul cultivators with his methods.

However, the price was very high.

“My student is dead. As her teacher, I have to seek justice.”

“After eating so many of their snacks, I have to do something.”

“Also… I borrowed something. If Duanmu is gone, I won’t be able to return it.”

Xu Qing spoke softly. The coldness in his eyes grew colder and colder. He swept up the Poison Restriction sandstorm that enveloped an area of 50 kilometers behind him and moved closer to the holy city of the two races.

At the same time, 500 kilometers away, in the holy city that was like a bird’s nest, the members of the two races were celebrating.

They had already heard about the capture of the humans. Over the past few days, many inferior races had been captured one after another, and there were finally enough tributes.

This meant that their two races could be at ease before the next tribute day arrived.

This matter caused the two races to celebrate with excitement and joy. The entire city was in a celebratory mood.

The heavenly fire crossing the sky phenomenon had caused great damage to the city and basically exhausted the protective array formation, but it had recovered after these few months of repair.

Amidst the commotion, many members of the two races gathered at the plaza between the two palaces. There was a refinement going on there.

This refinement had been going on for a long time and was about to end.

The person who was doing the refining was the state preceptor of the Mirror Image Race, and the person who was refined was the human race’s Duanmu Zang.

Many cultivators from the two races weren’t unfamiliar with Duanmu Zang. Many of their people had gone missing for many years and in the end, the cause was found out to be related to Duanmu Zang.

Hence, during these few days of refinement, the members of the two races would head over to take a look.

At that moment, on the plaza, Duanmu Zang’s head and limbs were nailed to a huge mirror. Waves of white gas spread out from his entire body and fused into the mirror.

This mirror was none other than the mirror treasure that he had shattered back then.

The artifact spirit inside had already been destroyed and was being reconstructed.

As for Duanmu Zang, the blood in his entire body continued to flow. The pain brought about by his life being refined caused his body to tremble and his expression to twist. If one took a closer look, they could even see that most of the bones in his body had collapsed and all his tendons had been torn apart.

His nascent souls were also restricted and there were countless strange maggots eating them.

The collapsed secret repository was filled with death aura, attracting a large number of evil souls to devour it.

Clearly, he had endured endless torture earlier.

However, all the pain didn’t make him let out any wails.

The human race’s spirit made him face even the direst situations with a smile, refusing to show the slightest hint of weakness.

He stared at the figure meditating in the air and spoke in a hoarse voice.

“You are actually taking so long to refine this old man. The Mirror Image Race is indeed trash.”

Sitting cross-legged in mid-air was an elderly figure with a stony body, and this person was none other than the state preceptor of the Mirror Image Race. He cast a cold gaze at Duanmu Zang and spoke indifferently.

“After you become my mirror spirit, I’ll make you swallow your clansmen personally. You’ll like that taste.”

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