Tiger fathers have no dog sons, this sentence has been applicable to most cultivators since ancient times. Because the bloodline inheritance will not be adulterated. Maybe the use of drugs or other secret methods can temporarily increase the strength, but it still can't compare to the strength of the bloodline.

Feiling is the son of the Holy Lord, and he was taught by Zhang Erdan, the existence of the bloodline of the God of War. There is also a soul saint-level mother by his side, if he can't even pass this difficulty, then he is really a waste who can't support the wall.

It's just that for a long time, the remnant soul of the Soul Ancestor has been hiding in Feiling's body, although there is an enchantment confinement, but it is not a way after a long time, so there must be a bait to make him take the initiative to go crazy and want to rush out.

As long as he has the desire to rush out, then it is Feiling's chance. All the previous entanglements, there was no progress in the dual cultivation of the divine soul, and even the phantom of the little boy was deliberately created by Zhang Erdan.

Times are changing, and cultivators also know how to keep pace with the times. Mu Yang once said that no matter how strong the remnant soul of the Soul Ancestor was, it was thousands of years ago. In this era, the cultivator's thinking is completely different, and he is already outdated.

The old technique was repeated, using the enchantment of pure yang qi to first trap the remnant soul of the soul ancestor, and then covering it with Linlin's origin heart fire, allowing him to appear in the air in a physical way. But because of the relationship between the shadows, nothing can be done.

Half an hour later, in the hall of the house. It turned out that Muyang had been waiting here for a long time, and it seemed that it was inevitable. I saw him sitting calmly, with some seriousness on the throne, looking down lightly.

Fei Ling clenched his fists, feeling the power of return, and there was a continuous explosion of energy in his palms, this feeling of everything under control, he hadn't seen it for a long time, it was simply too comfortable, too indescribable.

Under the cover of the Pure Yang Enchantment and the blockade of the Soul Fire, the remnant soul of the Soul Ancestor seemed to be compressed into a fiery red sphere, quietly falling in front of Mu Yang. There were also many cultivators here, all watching this scene.

"This is the purple blood bat before? Who can have such a powerful force and be able to attract so many purple blood bats to attack? If it weren't for Feiling Gongzi, maybe all of us would have died!"

This drama should come to an end. The hypocrisy, ridicule, and even sarcasm of the crowd, all of them, are acting. The Holy Lord of Muyang is still sitting here, even if it is for the sake of his face, he doesn't dare to do anything to Feiling.

"Huh...... As I said, it's not certain who will win and who will lose until the end of the story. How about it, now you can tell us the ins and outs of the matter, the truth of everything, right?" Mu Yang smiled coldly and asked.

"Haha...... Ha ha...... Muyang, you are too naïve to think that this will force you to obey? Even if you catch me and wipe me out, so what? You will never be able to change your fate. ”

The fiery red sphere surged, indicating that the Soul Ancestor was very excited now. But the power of the soul fire made him feel that his soul was burning, and it was simply a huge torment: "Your tragedy is predestined a long time ago and can never be changed." ”

"If you have the ability, you will destroy me, if you dare to do it... Hehe...... Muyang, you have to think clearly, if this seat doesn't have a little hole card, dare to talk to you like this? You can also be a bluff for me, just follow you. ”

His face sank, and Mu Yang couldn't figure out what tricks this guy was playing. As soon as his mind moved, he condensed his hands and claws with his divine sense, stretched out suddenly, and grabbed his neck stiffly: "What else are you hiding?

"Haha...... Ha ha...... When the war of the gods begins, when that curse becomes a reality, what you hold, what you protect, all the lower planes, will be destroyed, and you will be just a speck of dust in this vast plane. ”

Does the curse refer to the curse of his god race and the soul race? Could it be that he and Lin Lin really can't be combined? But the latter's origin has changed a lot, and he already has the qi veins of his god race in his body!

His eyes lit up, and a surge of killing intent surged: "Okay, you don't have to say it, I can also investigate the next thing by myself." It's just that in this way, you lose your usefulness, so I declare now that you are useless!"

With a big hand, the remnant soul of the Soul Ancestor shrank violently, revealing a painful look. But in the next second, Linlin's face also changed, his right hand covered his chest, and he curled up in pain. Fei Ling soon realized that something was wrong.

"Father, stop it, this is wrong, it's not normal!" Mu Yang let go suddenly, and Lin Lin eased up a little. Stunned, he stared angrily at the cyclone: "What the hell have you done to me?"

The air mass kept surging, and let out a hideous laugh: "Hehe...... Ha ha...... What have you done? Your so-called soul saint is just some skin, and it is easy for this seat to move you. ”

The cyclone surged, condensed into a human form, and stood condescendingly in front of Muyang and the others: "This seat can tell you, even if I tell you, it won't change anything." The battle of the gods is about to begin, and it's too late. ”

"Thousands of years ago, the Soul Race and the God Race were not as simple as you imagined. The battle between the Protoss and the Soul Clan is not something that you can resolve if you say it can be resolved. Not only that, but even the respective struggles within the Protoss and the Soul Clan are beyond the reach of your current cultivation. Mu Yang, the so-called Holy Lord, Ruan Linlin, the so-called Soul Saint, is not worth mentioning at all. ”

With his hands behind his back, Mu Yang burst out all his aura in an instant, and asked coldly: "What is the battle of the gods you are talking about? Since we can't change it, what has brought us to this point?"

Standing above Muyang, the remnant soul of the Soul Ancestor said politely at all: "You are just experiments, if you can pass this love barrier and give up on each other, then the curse of the two clans can be lifted." ”

"Impossible!" Mu Yang and Lin Lin said almost at the same time. Zhang Erdan also clenched his fists and stood up: "You don't have to be alarmist here, even if it is a battle of the gods, we are not afraid, because we will face it together." ”

It is really the fearlessness of the ignorant, this is the only word that the remnant soul of the soul ancestor can think of, to describe them. looked at them sarcastically and contemptuously: "I didn't expect you to be so persistent, do you think what Muyang often sees is fake?"

Mu Yang was stunned, and his face became blue and white. It was fixed on the spot as if it had been struck by lightning, and the implication was that every time Muyang entered that mysterious space, every scene he saw was true.

Bloody battlefields, boundless killing. Corpses were strewn all over the field, and wailing continued. That scene full of anger, is it the battle of the gods? Recalling it in an instant, even Mu Yang couldn't help but feel cold on his back.

"What you said is true?" Mu Yang asked subconsciously. The remnant soul of the Soul Ancestor smiled coldly: "Do you think it is necessary for this seat to lie to you?" The next second, Mu Yang suddenly turned around and strode outside, and no one could stop him.

Everyone was confused, Zhang Erdan took the lead in standing up, and the pure yang qi burst out, temporarily suppressing the remnant soul of the Soul Ancestor: "No matter what you say is true or false, no matter what your purpose is, you have to treat me honestly!"

(End of chapter)