Seven days later, Fei Ling in the room suddenly opened his eyes, and a red light flashed. It took a long time for Feiling to calm down from his shock. After scanning the surroundings and making sure that it was okay, he gasped for breath.

"Huhu...... Whew...... It's too real, is that a dream or does it actually exist? Soul Ancestor? Could it be a power that existed before the Soul Clan was established? But why did it appear at this time?"

He couldn't figure out what he thought, and reluctantly sat up. He found that there was indeed no abnormality in his body, and there was no cold feeling as before. Every joint is normal, and it seems that the Pure Yang Enchantment has taken effect.

As soon as my heart moved, I wanted to get out of bed, but as soon as my feet landed, I felt that my body was weak and I fell down directly. Feiling was shocked in his heart, and his mind turned to use his true qi, but he found that there was no power in the dantian at all.

Looking at his hands in a daze, Fei Ling couldn't slow down a little: "What's going on? My true qi, how can my strength be gone? This is not normal, this is absolutely abnormal, without strength, what is the difference between me and the waste." ”

It's really abnormal, but Feiling at the moment can't be normal either. Because of the enchantment formed by the pure yang qi, his strength was exhausted in the previous response to the soul poison, and everything was almost new, so he couldn't use his true qi for the time being.

Bang! Bang Bang! Slapped on the ground one by one, Fei Ling painfully found that he had no defense, not even as good as an ordinary person: "What else do I mean by this?

In a world where the law of the jungle is the strongest, everything must speak with strength. In this era, those who do not cultivate will only exist at the bottom of the food chain, and will only become slaves, without any value.

Could it be that he Feiling will become such an existence from now on? If so, it is better to end his life as soon as possible, so as not to be dragged down by his father and Uncle Dan. Such an idea came to the first place.

At this moment, the door opened, and a figure slowly walked in. The familiar breath was felt by Feiling when the other party approached. Sure enough, he lost all his spiritual sense, and he really couldn't bear such a gap for a while.

"Do you want to die? If you don't want to live, no one can stop you. I really didn't expect that you would be such a person who can't stand the frustration and become so uncalm in the face of problems. ”

It was Linlin who spoke, and there was no emotion in his tone. Fei Ling looked up at her, and the tangle on his face did not dissipate: "Do I still have hope?" Now my strength seems to be gone, and I can't raise it at all. ”

A slap flashed, and red marks immediately appeared on Feiling's face: "What's the matter? This is giving up? You are simply not as good as one-tenth of your father's, you have no true qi, no cultivation, then find it again!"

Stretching out his hand, Lin Lin helped Feiling up and exhaled a long breath: "I can understand your current mood, but you are a man, the son of the Holy Lord." What about your ambition, what about your pride, is it all gone?"

At the beginning, Feiling was determined in his heyday to let the world remember his name Feiling, and when Muyang was mentioned, he would remember that it was his father Feiling, and he took off the label of the son of the Holy Lord.

"Feiling, listen, your Uncle Dan has been dead for nine lives in order to save you, and your father is doing his best to preserve his spirit. There must be something wrong with the loss of your power, perhaps temporarily, or perhaps there is something unresolved. ”

There was a muffled sound, and the two turned their heads to look at the door. A powerful aura surged throughout Muyang's body, and he walked in step by step. Lin Lin looked at him with a smile, but Feiling was a little afraid to face it.

"Boy, if you are a man, take out a man's spirit. Don't you have a brain? This matter is very dangerous, and it is inevitable that something will go wrong, and since it is a mistake, find a way to solve it!"

The figure flashed, and Muyang appeared in front of Feiling. Lin Lin flashed to the side in tacit understanding, Mu Yang raised his hand and moved, grabbed Feiling's arm, and shook it hard, bang! I saw him fly out upside down and hit the wall.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Feiling looked at Mu Yang incredulously: "Dad, you are going to murder your own son!"

"Sit cross-legged, don't move! For my father, I want to meet this so-called Soul Ancestor in person for a while!" his divine consciousness flashed, and he directly broke into Feiling's divine consciousness space. Father and son are connected, so it's not too difficult to get in.

In the space of divine consciousness, Mu Yang stood still, his eyes swept around, and he froze in front of him: "Come out, wasn't it still very majestic before? Why, don't you dare to come out now?"

The space suddenly distorted, and a pitch-black, illusory shadow appeared. Mu Yang could see that he was old and had a weird and evil aura: "You imprisoned my son's power? Why did you do this? You are the Soul Ancestor?"

"Haha...... Boom Boom ...... There is another person of the Protoss, none of you are good things, despicable and shameless, the power to lock him is just a small punishment, do you think you can really trap this seat?"

In this separate confrontation, from his first sentence, Mu Yang grabbed a key clue. From the tone of his voice, this guy has a deep hatred for the Protoss, which is why he did this.

"Are you really the Soul Ancestor?existed before the establishment of the Soul Clan?What kind of deep hatred do you have with my God Clan, and you have to do things to this point before you are satisfied?" Mu Yang said calmly, but with a hint of reproach.

The black qi surged again, and he wanted to rush over directly, but was blocked by the Pure Yang Enchantment. The breath was distorted, and it took a while to stabilize: "Muyang, you are just a junior of the Protoss, you have the ability to put this seat first!"

"Huh...... Aren't you very capable? Don't you take the Protoss in your eyes? Then you rush out by yourself! Rush out now, I'll wait for you!" Mu Yang put his hands behind his back and stared at him with a smile.

Crazy, almost insane. The dignified Ancient Soul Ancestor was trapped by a small pure yang enchantment, which was simply like a tiger falling into Pingyang and being bullied by a dog: "Hehe...... Muyang, if you don't let go of this seat now, don't regret it then!"

"A reminder, the curse of the Protoss and the Soul Clan has not been lifted, and what you think is lifted is just a symptom but not a cure. If you really refine this seat, this curse will be eternal and eternal!"

The key clue is here, the curse, and it is really related to this soul ancestor. It's no wonder that after Linlin became a soul saint, he still couldn't lift this curse, so since everything was on this, could he find a way to break it?

"Huh...... You seem to have forgotten something! Look at whose territory you exist in now? Do you think this Pure Yang Barrier is just trapping you? It seems that you are not very shrewd. ”

From Mu Yang's smile, the Soul Ancestor smelled a hint of conspiracy, as if he had fallen into Mu Yang's trap: "What do you mean by this? Do you really dare to touch me? Aren't you afraid that this jade will be burned!"

(End of chapter)