Maintaining the last trace of sobriety, the Twelve Holy Sons are the bloodline of the Muyang Holy Lord after all. So at this moment, what Mu Yang was thinking in his heart, they were also very clear. The ring in the former's hand is the only way.

The creation of the soul prison has not had the opportunity to use it until now. So after many times of refinement, Muyang turned it into the appearance of a ring. It is convenient and no matter where you find the Holy Lord, you can do it immediately.

The world is unpredictable, and the will of heaven is unpredictable. Mu Yang would never have thought that he and the Twelve Holy Sons would find the Holy Venerable Lord under such a scene. That is, the power of the latter is simply beyond everyone's imagination, allowing them to fall into defeat.

On the surface, the Holy Venerable Lord was indeed not Muyang's opponent, and he did not forcibly compete with him. But whether it is the Twelve Holy Sons, Mu Yang, or Ruan Linlin, they can also know that this time it was the Holy Venerable Lord who deliberately retreated.

Why is this so? Muyang knew that it was not that simple. And the purpose of the Holy Venerable Lord is not to kill Mu Yang directly, but to be like a cat and mouse, to play with Mu Yang thoroughly, and I don't want him to be relieved so easily.

From beginning to end, Muyang's emotions are the richest. Everyone around him is where he cares. Therefore, the Holy Venerable Lord just took advantage of this and did not attack Muyang directly, but aimed at the Twelve Holy Sons.

The breath of the fire scorpion is full of poison in the sun. It can make a cultivator lose his nature, and the stronger the realm of cultivation, the faster the power of this fire poison spreads. The Holy Venerable Lord took advantage of this to make Mu Yang anxious.

Staring at the ring in his hand, this was originally intended for the Holy Venerable Lord, and it could be done once and for all. But now it is actually used on the twelve holy sons. The source of the entanglement is that Muyang really can't do it at all at the moment.

"Holy Lord, when we beg you, do it quickly. We can't hold out for long, once we are completely out of control, this Holy Sect will be destroyed in an instant, do you want to see such a scene?"

Gritting his teeth, Muyang's tiger's mouth was already drenched in blood. The ring on his hand shone slightly, as if he knew what his master meant, and he had been hesitant and wanted to make his own decision, but he was suppressed by Muyang.

"There is another way, there must be another way. There is only one entrance to the soul prison, and there is no entry or exit, this is a last resort, I can't, I really can't do this, don't force me to ......"

At this critical time, Muyang is still retreating step by step. When facing the Holy Venerable Lord many times, he never showed such a look, and sure enough, it is a good thing to be affectionate and sexual, but once it goes to the extreme, it is very bad.

"Huh...... Holy Lord, I know that you value our connection very much. But I can't care so much about it right now. If we are destined to sacrifice, even if you figure out a way this time, will you be able to stop it next time?"

Everyone looked at the Holy Lord of Muyang, and they all agreed, and gradually showed a gentle smile: "Holy Lord, you can do it." There is no other option in today's situation. Even if there is really no entry and exit, we admit it. ”

Scenes appeared in front of them, all of which were scenes of their previous lives together. Cultivation, ascension, and joy and joy. At the same time, what they experience is the pain and entanglement when they can't break through.

But no matter what, this is their common memory, and the Twelve Holy Sons are also reluctant. But things can't always be thought of as bad. If Mu Yang doesn't do it all the time, they can only end up in the devil.

Entering the soul prison, the twelve holy sons can at least keep themselves, even if they can never come out, then, at least their memories are still there. What kind of situation will become next is actually in Muyang's thoughts.

"Holy Lord, do it, we can't hold on anymore!" After a few moments, those warm images suddenly disappeared, like broken glass. The eyes of the Twelve Holy Sons turned red at the same time, and the violent aura went straight out.

"Ah...... Ah......h Behind them at the same time, a phantom of a giant scorpion appeared, and it also rushed towards Muyang at the same time. The latter's eyes lit up, and Thunder made a move.

As soon as the seal changed, the ring in Muyang's hand dissolved. A spatial rift appears. Among them, a powerful suction power emerges. In the next second, the Twelve Holy Sons were defenseless, and were directly swept into the crack by a tornado and disappeared.

Muyang half-knelt on the ground, his heart full of frustration. Is it true that none of the people around him can be retained? Why does this have to be the case? No matter how hard he tries, the final result still cannot be changed. Enraged, blood slid down.

Besides, the twelve holy sons were swept into the whirlpool of soul prisons, and the energy in them was completely opposite to the breath on their bodies. So in an instant, they were controlled and became quiet. As if in the midst of nothingness, they were fluttering.

I don't know when the Twelve Sons were dispersed by the cyclone and distributed into different areas. The giant scorpion phantom on their body was separated by the pure yang power in the soul prison, and it was constantly gathered in the illusory space.

The picture suddenly changed. When the Twelve Holy Sons opened their eyes at the same time, they found that they did not exist in the illusory space of the soul prison, but gathered in a small city, which was also very prosperous.

There was no strife, no anger, not even the slightest hint of killing. They were in a trance, and in front of them was a spacious restaurant, full of people, and it seemed that nothing could affect them at all.

Beside these people, bewitching figures danced and twisted their waists like water snakes. The seductive face was full of attraction. Every man will be intoxicated by it, and it will be difficult to extricate himself. And I don't want to be sober.

The Twelve Sons gathered together and looked at each other. Then he looked at the bewitching beauty who was walking towards them step by step in front of him, and his heart was agitated for a while, and he was stunned in place. They were men too, and they were men who had never seen anything like this.

"A few sons, why are you stupidly stunned here? Look at it, there is good wine and good food here, and there are beautiful people to accompany you, isn't it?" As he spoke, several beauties threw themselves directly into their arms and writhed ambiguously.

For a moment, the Twelve Holy Sons felt that their minds began to be in a trance. The beautiful scene in front of them made them not know how to deal with it. But even if they are controlled, the essence of the bloodline has not changed, so it is not so easy.

Stretched out his jade hand and swiped it across their faces. That peculiar touch made the twelve holy sons wake up at the same time. Looking down, what kind of beauty is wrapped around them? It's obviously a big python!

Struggle, desperate struggle. Closing his eyes, the Twelve Holy Sons operated according to the Divine Clan's exercises, and forcibly shook the poisonous snake away: "What are you? It's best not to play tricks with us, just show up." ”

Bang, bang, bang, bang, the picture changed, and I returned to the void. I saw that the phantoms of giant scorpions reappeared in front of them, staring at them viciously, and they could devour them at any time, which was the power part.

"Huh...... Ha ha...... I really can't imagine that the Twelve Holy Sons are really extraordinary, and they can't confuse you in such a way. But in this soul prison, the deity has time to play with you, so let's take our time......"

(End of chapter)