Chapter 542: Ayer, Father

Ling Feng's heart was completely filled with murderous intent, but after glancing at Mu Yulin, he still endured it deeply.

"Big brother, no!"

"Wood!"

"Xiaofeng!"

Painting Weifang and the others said one after another, Ling Feng now most of his combat power is indeed relying on the monster box, if he scraps the artifact, wouldn't it be equivalent to falling into the clouds and dust, and being slaughtered by others in the future?

Ling Feng waved his hand, slammed his eyebrows, and the strange box immediately staggered out, and the surface color was no longer colorful, but became gray, and slowly flew towards Chen Shao.

"Slow!"

Seeing this, Chen Shao suddenly stopped.

"What are you going to do?" Ling Feng said in a low voice, slightly sarcastic: "Ling's artifact has been handed over to you, if you are not afraid, Ling can come and offer it himself!"

As he spoke, Ling Feng took a step forward.

"Don't get any closer!" Chen Shao stopped even more panickedly, he saw Ling Feng stop in response, and he got a bit of perverted satisfaction in his heart, and said with a smile: "A strong person who has reached your level, God knows how many means there are still unused!

The martial god was stunned, and suddenly realized that he was talking about himself, and hurriedly responded.

Chen Shao was a little annoyed by his sluggishness, glared at him fiercely, and then gestured to the air monster box: "Go and see if Ling Xiao'er has any troublemakers!"

There was something unclear in the Martial God's heart, since he had been in charge of the Martial God Peak in one fell swoop, no one had dared to speak to him so badly.

But as soon as Chen Shao came, he scolded him in every possible way, treating himself as a servant, which made the martial god feel very uncomfortable. Originally, I thought that when the God War was approaching, Xiuwei could break through one more layer and obtain greater free capital, but I didn't expect that it would just usher in more constraints!

His mind was heavy, and his steps naturally walked a little sluggishly towards the strange box.

"Aye!"

At this moment, Mu Yulin suddenly spoke, his voice was clear, and the first sentence made the martial god like being struck by thunder, and he suddenly paused on the spot. He suddenly thought of the little beggar with extremely clear eyes that he saw on the side of the road that long afternoon, she was only two years old at that time, right?

After taking the dry biscuit she handed over, she sweetly shouted "Aya".

Ayer, father.

This incomparably sweet word touched the heart of the martial god as tough as a diamond in one fell swoop, and now that I think about it, even the moment I promoted to the Great Perfection, it seems that I didn't hear this "Aya" happy.

It was this sweet call that made Martial God decide to bring that little beggar back to Martial God Peak, raise him as his own daughter, and love him in every way.

If she hadn't discovered her amazing aptitude when she was fifteen, perhaps this pure father-daughter relationship would have been maintained forever.

The martial god could never forget the loss in her heart when Mu Yulin awakened the twin giant spirits, and the strong man in the inner world set the trajectory of her future life for her.

I can't forget the bone-chilling coldness in Mu Yulin's eyes when she thought that it was her "Aye" who sold her as a treasure.

Since then, father and daughter have taken different paths, and Mu Yulin has never called him Eminem again!

In the face of the irresistible power behind him, the martial god has no ability to fight, in order to make the increasingly tormented heart peaceful, he even deceived himself Mu Yulin is just a little beggar he picked up on a whim, even if he is used, what is it?

But no matter how much he deceived himself, the torment grew day by day.

Especially when he persuaded Mu Yulin to marry Chen Shao, and saw that Mu Yulin was as lifeless as an ice sculpture, the martial god was even more heartbroken!

"Ayer. Mu Yulin spoke again: "This is the last time my daughter calls you, the grace of nurturing, and my daughter has repaid it with the crystal seals she has refined in the past few years." In the future, I will never owe you anything again, and will-

Lord Martial God, the martial arts are prosperous, and the cultivation is diligent!"

Every word and sentence is like a steel ingot falling to the ground, smashing each other's kindness into pieces.

Grace has been paid, righteousness has been extinguished!

Since then, both grace and righteousness have been clear, and there is no father-daughter relationship with each other!

The Martial God was not a stupid person, and he heard the meaning of her words clearly, his body shook violently, his hair was like frost, and he grew old all of a sudden.

His steps were a little staggering, and he came to the monster box and grabbed it!

This simple action touched the hearts of countless people present, and when the palm of the martial god finally stuck to the strange box, there was nothing unusual, and an irrepressible gasp sounded.

"Quick, bring it!

Chen Shao's face flushed with excitement, as if he saw a wonderful long-legged black silk beauty, and he was so excited that he trembled a little.

After grabbing the strange box, the martial god turned around and walked towards Chen Shao, lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Mu Yulin, so he offered it.

Chen Shao smiled strangely, and his forehead suddenly rushed out of a thought, rolling towards the strange box in the martial god's hand. When it was right, the Martial God's eyes suddenly flashed, and a furious fist blasted directly towards Chen Shao's chest!

It happened suddenly, and no one thought that the martial god who had been acting deferentially would suddenly attack the killer, even Chen Shao couldn't react, he roared angrily: "Dog guts slave!

"Hmph!" With a heavy snort, a killing intent appeared on the face of the Martial God: "My Martial God has been crisscrossing the endless wasteland for three hundred years, and no one has dared to treat me as a slave!

The strength of the fist has arrived, and Chen Shao slashed down at the same time with a palm wind!

Bang, bang!

The two muffled sounds played almost at the same time, and Chen Shao was hit with a heavy punch in the chest, "knocking" I don't know how many ribs were broken, and flew out three or four feet upside down.

The Martial God was slashed in the middle of his forehead, he shook his body, and stood up hard in front of Mu Yulin.

Mu Yulin's expression was shocked, and she shouted in a lost voice: "Aya!" She flashed in front of the Martial God and looked at him worriedly.

The martial god turned his head to look at her with difficulty, a loving smile gradually bloomed on his face, and his voice trembled: "Aya-I didn't disappoint you, did I?" As the words fell, he suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and a bright blood stain overflowed from his forehead, like an exploding river mouth, flowing wildly!

"Aye!"

"The slave dares to hurt me!" Chen Shao roared, "Go die!" With a wave of his hand, the power of the third-grade god level turned into a sword qi and slashed towards the Martial God and Mu Yulin.

"It's not your turn yet. Ling Feng in the distance suddenly shouted indifferently, only to see the strange box floating in the air suddenly bloom with a thousand magnificents, and the haomang was like a barbed thorn shot by a hedgehog, heading straight for Chen Shao.

Before Chen Shao's sword qi could get close to the two of the Martial Gods, he was smashed by a group of arrows.

Feeling the sharp breath that rushed to his face, like thousands of sharp arrows, Chen Shao's face changed greatly, and he roared with horror: "Father, save me!"

When the roar settled, a piece of jade jue on his neck suddenly exploded, and a pillar of light that shimmered with infinite stars and was as thick as a foot rushed straight into the depths of the unpredictable sky.

Ling Feng was stunned, and the heroic man who rushed away seemed to be blocked by an iron wall, and he actually rolled back after a shock.

He felt as if he had been smashed by a boulder, and he was slightly dizzy, but fortunately, he had now cultivated to a great progress, and he would recover after a little operation of his mind.

Compared with the physical discomfort, the content that Fang Caichen shouted out shocked Ling Feng even more: Father, is it-