Muyang's bloodline inheritance is naturally not a weak person. At the previous moment, Fei Ling was just caught in the tip of his own horns, and he had different feelings for the Holy Domain, and it was normal that he couldn't see the destruction with his own eyes.

But now it is different, Fei Ling has understood the truth from the changes in front of him, and he also understands his father's intentions. I've been waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that hasn't necessarily arisen for thousands of years, how could I miss it?

At the beginning, there were rumors on the world stage that the existence of Muyang was either a subversive or a creator. So no matter what it is, for the sake of safety, it is better to kill by mistake than to let go. It is better to be wronged than to take risks, and it must be killed.

The prophecy at that time was that although there were two possibilities in Muyang. Disruptors, creators. However, many cultivators believe that Muyang is more likely to become a subversive, so he has to get rid of it, and there is no room for maneuver.

But who would have thought that today, Muyang and Feiling have almost inherited these two qualities. Muyang is not alone, as long as one of their father and son exists, there are countless possibilities in this world, and the two coexist.

Fate may not change, or we may have to follow it. But how to follow it is your own choice. Or get by, or be aggressive. Muyang's father and son both chose the latter, so they will have today.

There are thousands of worlds, thousands of planes, and many cultivators. Although only Mu Yang's vein inherited such a fate, through their own efforts, they minimized the damage, even at the expense of themselves.

Therefore, no matter who it is, no matter what clan it is, it stands to reason that they should be grateful to Muyang, not complain. If Muyang was willing, he would have turned these thousands of worlds into ruins a long time ago, and there would be no trace left, and who could stop it?

At this moment, in that special space, Mu Yang was surrounded by a black-gray cyclone, fighting against the resentful spirits. He can't kill, he can only fight with it. As a holy lord, this does seem to be a lot of.

Feiling was on the periphery, trying to open a gap in the form of persuasion. Unexpectedly, these spirit bone resentful spirits didn't listen to it at all, and would only attack blindly, so they touched Feiling's bottom line, and he didn't want to continue to endure it.

"What? Are you still the same stubborn? I don't want to be a killer, I have already said that today's situation is really helpless, and if Heaven wants to arrange it like this, even if it is the Holy Lord, it can't be completely changed, understand?"

Fei Ling's mind moved, and the breath in his body was slowly raised, releasing it from the inside out. The power of the five colors surges, this is the power that belongs to the soul saint. As soon as this power is released, all the resentful spirits will turn into ashes in an instant.

The multicolored light is condensed in the palm of the palm and can be played at any time. But Feiling understood Muyang's thoughts, and if these resentful spirits could be purified and surrendered to his feet, he would be more sure. This force can be used as a cornerstone.

Sure enough, inside the heavily wrapped interior, Muyang was surrounded by many terrifying faces, flocking to Muyang again and again. But in the center of the latter, there was a golden aura of protective body, which they couldn't get close to at all, and could only hover around.

Poof, poof, bang, bang, boom! There was a clear sound, and those illusory powers were bounced away. But they didn't intend to give up at all, they still attacked persistently, but Mu Yang was not moved at all.

What did he want to do? I saw that Mu Yang had words in his mouth, and transparent runes flew out of his mouth. Bang! Bang! Bang! Hit these resentful black qi, and every time it bounced open, the color became lighter.

"Roar, roar, roar!" But unconsciously, these dark forces became clear, and began to condense into clear shadows, floating around Muyang.

With his own strength, he gradually purified the resentment on this spiritual bone. What burst out of Mu Yang's mouth was the Purification Divine Mantra, and only this way could he collect all the basic elements well.

Bang, bang, tear, tear, tear, tear, open his teeth and claws, and glared at Mu Yang angrily: "You don't have a sanctimonious appearance here." What did you promise us before, and did you do it now? Don't think we're going to let you go. ”

This was the voice of the spirit bone resentment, Mu Yang's eyes opened slightly, but he quickly returned to calm. Completely emptying his mind and shielding himself from all influences from the outside world, Muyang used his spiritual power to integrate into the Purification Spell.

"The cycle of heaven is endless. To let go is to be born again, and to be born again is to let go. The light on Muyang's body began to bloom, and after swinging again and again, all the gray-black airflow completely disappeared.

Bang, bang, poof, poof! Like a scorching flame, many wraiths slammed into it, and they all let out a scream. But in the process, a picture will appear in front of the spirits, a picture of what they used to be.

Governing the world with benevolence is the core concept of Muyang. When most of the wraiths turned transparent, they slowly flew around him. The clear eyes seemed to return to the old days, and all those memories came back.

Periphery, I don't know when, Fei Ling felt that the pressure had decreased a lot in an instant. There was a clear sound, and the barrier that bound him was unfastened, and Mu Yang sat in the center. Fei Ling put away his aura, his figure flashed, and he flew away.

"Father, how are you doing now?are you okay?" Opening his eyes, Mu Yang glanced at Feiling calmly. Shaking his head: "Now is just the beginning, under the power of the Purification Divine Spell, they will turn into a powerful force." ”

That's right, what Muyang wants is the result now. Many of the spirits willingly surrendered, and then turned into his power. In this way, the goal of recasting the Qiankun Roulette Wheel is equivalent to being recognized by all races.

It was very difficult, but it was finally achieved. Next is Feiling, the most important link. The multicolored soul sand in his body must be extracted. With the opportunity to forge the Qiankun Roulette, summon Linlin back.

The spirit bodies of thousands of spirit bones swirled in this space, and then slowly bowed to Muyang and Feiling: "Holy Lord, Feiling Gongzi, thank you for your help." As a token of gratitude, we voluntarily surrender ......"

Even if he could breathe a sigh of relief, Mu Yang's mood was not completely relaxed, because while he was successful, he also felt a trace of strange breath. Every step is not always easy, so any situation must be expected.

In the Sanctuary, it should be said that in the southwest of the ruins, there is a place that has become the base of the Black Armor Mora, turning into a purgatory-like existence. Streams of black gas were surging in all directions.

In front of the black-armored demon Luo, he just waved lightly, and thousands of dead soldiers appeared, with no feelings, no thoughts, no emotions, only obeying orders, just piles of cannon fodder.

"Listen, this seat is going to turn this heaven and earth into purgatory, and there is one last great trouble, that is, the so-called Holy Lord Muyang. So no matter what means you use or what price you pay, you must kill it!"