Burst... Without warning, a breath of soul qi spewed out, and Ruan Linlin finally collapsed on the ground unable to hold on. When she looked at the staggering back of the demon god Moon Night, after disappearing little by little, all the defenses in her body were relaxed, and this was the state.

"Holy Maiden, are you okay? It doesn't matter if you want to......" Seeing this, everyone panicked for a moment, and instinctively rushed forward and helped Ruan Linlin up. They were all cultivators, but they didn't react for a while.

When they all came back to their senses, they realized that the injuries on the saint's body were actually not light, but they had been holding on, not wanting the other party to see that they were a little weak. And the saint did it, completely did.

"Don't panic, we have to keep our composure. The power of the Black Fantasy Mystic is not to be underestimated, and it may be possible to see a flaw at any time. It's just a temporary repulsion, and we have to adjust our condition quickly. ”

Temporarily collect the troops and return to the central area of the force, that is, in the main hall of the Cloud Palace. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Ruan Linlin did not forget to order: "Commanders, you each lead an army to quell the chaos everywhere above the gods. ”

"Yes! The subordinates understand, please rest assured that the saint!" After this time, everyone was convinced by Ruan Linlin. A generation of soul saints is not just talking. Her courage is no worse than Mu Yang.

"Remember, the action must be fast, take out our aura, and let the other party know that our strength is also unfathomable, one or two raids can't hurt our roots at all, this is a psychological tactic, understand?"

Without further ado, the Commanders did as they were told. Ruan Linlin quickly discarded distracting thoughts in the enchantment and entered the cultivation of pranayama. She is now the backbone of everyone, and she can't make the slightest mistake, otherwise it's all over.

In the consciousness, the space was a little shaky. Ruan Linlin could see that her Origin Soul Fire had almost been consumed, and if she continued to insist on delaying, she might be defeated, and the gains outweighed the losses!

I don't know how long it took, the soul fire tended to stabilize, and Ruan Linlin's divine sense also stabilized. With a thought, I wanted to find Muyang's breath in the way of divine consciousness. Psychic powers began to wander, but no matter what they did, they couldn't find it.

With Ruan Linlin and Mu Yang's sensing ability, it is impossible to find Mu Yang's location, could it be that he is trapped by some force? Or is he in an unconscious state?

It is true that these two guesses in Ruan Linlin's mind are correct. At this moment, Muyang is in a completely closed state. What he entered with Feiling was the space built by the empress, and all the aura was controlled by the empress.

A faint trace of divine consciousness is maintained by Mu Yang's blood essence. Fei Ling and the empress confronted each other, and tears even appeared in the corners of the former's eyes: "Mother, why did you do this? It's all just your plan?"

"Huh...... Feiling, I told you a long time ago that you don't want to get to the bottom of everything, often the most fundamental thing, that is, the cruelest reality, you still don't understand this?"

Tangled, twisted, and angry aura made Fei Ling extremely hideous: "But you are my mother, and I have your blood in my body." Are you really just taking advantage of me just to be here again?

In the face of questioning, the empress still sneered. Finally, after a long silence, Feiling smiled, bitterly, sadly. He already knew the answer, and he had to face the cruel reality, though he didn't want to.

"Huh...... Ha ha...... Sure enough, am I just a joke? Strictly speaking, I'm just a temporary container in your eyes. When the time comes, my container will be useless, will it?"

Noncommittal, the empress seemed to see what Feiling wanted to do, and her eyes suddenly flashed a dangerous arc: "Hehe...... What you are thinking, I advise you to dispel your thoughts, with your mental strength, you still want to compete with me?"

The Empress had been waiting for this moment, and that was when the ruins appeared. In fact, the power of Feiling does not seal the ruins, but rather accelerates the appearance of the ruins. As soon as it is fully revealed, the empress will be reborn.

"Feiling, no matter what, you are still my child, and I naturally won't be too ruthless. If you obey me, I can promise to keep you a vestige of consciousness, your own consciousness and memory......"

Suddenly, a spiritual flame exploded, interrupting the empress's words: "Your Majesty, you really still have no one in your eyes like you! You think everything is going well, and you don't take me seriously at all!"

Mu Yang seemed to be smiling, glanced at the empress, and fixed his gaze on Feiling: "Ling'er, you heard it and saw it with your own eyes." What? Now that you believe it, are you dead? Have you made up your mind?"

Desperately closed his eyes, all the previous hope and trust disappeared in this second. Mu Yang naturally knew what he meant. As soon as his mind moved, a stream of white light enveloped Feiling's divine sense, and it was still rising.

Seeing this, the empress's face suddenly sank: "Muyang, how dare you go against me like this? Do you know the fate of failure? Do you want to watch this kid lose all his senses and then become a complete waste?"

If Feiling wants to resist the empress's psychological hints and resolve her strength, he must have the support of his father Muyang's blood and spiritual power. And at this moment, the latter is fully supporting him to resolve this catastrophe.

"Empress, the bloodline duel has just begun. Don't forget, in addition to your strength, Feiling also inherits my purest Protoss bloodline, so it's still unknown who will win or lose in this duel!"

What is called a bloodline duel? To put it simply, the bloodline of the Protoss in Feiling's body is formally and head-on against the power planted by the empress. If the Protoss bloodline is defeated, then Feiling will get rid of the shackles, otherwise, he will become a waste!

"You...... How can this be justified, presumptuous!" The empress finally stopped being calm and became furious. In the next second, the golden light on Fei Ling's body surged, which was not controlled at all, constantly devouring his other red light aura.

"Feiling, don't resist anymore, you are the only hope, you are the future of these thousands of planes, so you must accept this fate. No matter how unconvinced you are, it's all in vain and nothing can be changed. ”

The deep-rooted psychological hints are still echoing in Feiling's heart. In reality, Muyang's breath continued to drain, and his body trembled violently. But I don't know what the outcome will be until the end, and I won't give up.

"Son, do you remember what I told you? You are an independent individual, and you don't need to be burdened with any other person's mission. You're going to go your own way, you know?"

The two voices intertwined with each other, and neither was to be outdone. At a certain moment, Feiling's body trembled violently, opened his mouth, and let out a sharp roar: "Ah...... Yes...... I don't want this, why me? Let go of my ......."

The sound wave contained two forces, and when they erupted at the same time, the energy swayed and directly shook the entire room. If it weren't for the existence of the barrier, this area would have completely collapsed long ago, and it would have been miserable.

(End of chapter)