Compared with Qi Heng, Feng Ling is obviously a more controllable existence for Lin Yu.

Although Qi Heng would show such a rebellious cultivation under the influence of Gu poison, it was really a better choice to become an evil emperor. However, no matter how high Qi Heng's cultivation can be improved, as long as Qi Heng cannot be completely controlled by Lin Yu, it is useless.

Lin Yu was completely unwilling, and spent painstaking efforts under his own hands to cultivate an evil emperor who could defeat thousands of people in the world with the strength of one person, and then watched such an evil emperor get out of his control.

With such an evil emperor, Lin Yu prefers to choose to spend more time to cultivate an evil emperor whose potential is not as strong as Qi Heng, but is easier to control than Qi Heng.

Although Feng Ling's aura was extremely weak, with his experience in controlling the patriarch of the Evil Yi Clan for many years ten thousand years ago, Lin Yu was still able to quickly identify the aura that belonged to Feng Ling in the crowd.

Following the breath, Lin Yu could even be sure that he should spend a few hours before he could arrest Feng Ling.

On the other side, Feng Ling, who was dexterously walking on the top of the attic, did not feel the danger coming at all.

After he got out of the golden basket, he hurriedly branched out with Shen Moli, not only to avoid Shen Moli, but also to find an answer in his heart.

Although in the golden basket, his father was both the patriarch of the evil Yi clan and the identity of the evil emperor, which surprised Feng Ling. But when Feng Ling saw that the enchantment was broken, he still faintly felt a little abnormal.

After getting out of the golden basket and walking in Qin Ming Garden, Feng Ling was even more sure of the abnormal perception in his heart.

Now, he climbed to the top of the auction pavilion in order to find an answer to the anomaly he had noticed.

The top floor of the auction pavilion is not as vast as the hall on the bottom, but is divided into several narrow rooms. Walking in the corridors between the rooms, it was a little crowded for a person who was not very strong.

In every room that Feng Ling walked through, there were faintly emanating various aura, and people could feel the abnormality just by sniffing the tip of their nose.

This kind of auction pavilion makes people feel extremely strange when they look at it.

Feng Ling walked cautiously, but walked to a door, and a black shadow disappeared in a hurry under the crack in the door, making Feng Ling seem to have grasped some clue, and hurriedly opened the door and stepped in.

I don't want to, just as I stepped into the door, a series of spells were quickly sacrificed around me, covering Feng Ling in it like a vajra cover.

Bursts of piercing bells rang violently between the battles. Although the sound was very loud, it didn't seem to be able to hurt Feng Ling for half a minute.

Under the influence of that piercing decision, Feng Ling was in pain, as if thousands of long needles pierced Feng Ling's scalp in an instant, making Feng Ling extremely painful.

But in such a situation, Feng Ling was still extremely patient, looked at the darkness around him and asked loudly, "Father, is it you?"

For some reason, in this dark and narrow room, there was an infinite echo, which made people listen to it, as if they were in the midst of mountain ranges, surrounded by a sense of vastness and emptiness.

Except for that echo, there was no other sound in the darkness that responded to Feng Ling.

"I know that you are here, and I also know that you must have your own troubles when you become an evil emperor, so you can come out and tell me clearly. Feng Ling spoke again unwillingly.

Since coming out of the golden basket, Feng Ling clearly felt that there was a smell of sugar gourd in the air of Qin Mingyuan, which he was very familiar with.

Although the sugar gourd is a common thing in the world, the sugar gourd made by the patriarch of the evil Yi clan has a different taste.

The wisp of Feng Ling's familiar taste since he was a child made Feng Ling almost instantly sure that it was from his father's hand.

Although he didn't understand why he found the familiar taste of sugar gourd in Qin Ming Garden. But under the traction of that smell, Feng Ling quickly found the top floor of the auction pavilion.

Guided by that smell again, Feng Ling walked into this room filled with darkness.

Although there was no sound in all directions, Feng Ling was almost sure that his father was here.

It was only darkness that shrouded everything, so that no matter how Feng Ling looked, he couldn't see half a figure. No matter how you ask, you can't answer in half a word. Such a situation made Feng Ling feel uncomfortable several times in his heart.

The faint light outside the door poured in, shining on Feng Ling's thin figure, expanding Feng Ling's loneliness endlessly......

In the darkness, these strange laws and regulations constantly pulled Feng Ling into the depths of the darkness, looking at such a terrifying scene, Feng Ling did not flinch at all.

His eyes looked firmly into the darkness in the distance, as if waiting for something.

After being separated from the patriarch of the Evil Yi Clan for a long time, Feng Ling always firmly believed in his heart that his father would never harm him.

This kind of firmness made Feng Ling not have the slightest intention of retreating at this moment, even if he was gradually pulled into the darkness.

The surrounding law decisions are constantly filled with the breath of blood, and even people who don't understand magic at all can feel the extreme unkindness from the law decisions.

But even so, Feng Ling was still willing to stay in the legal decision without resisting, allowing this deafening sound to continue to ravage his ears.

In the troubles of the legal decision, Feng Ling was still firm in his obsession, waiting for his father to appear.

Even if he appears, he will not save himself from this predicament. But as long as he could know that his father, who became the evil emperor, was still alive in the world, Feng Ling would be satisfied.

After many years, the family affection in Yu Fengling's heart remains unchanged after all.

It's a strong family affection that will remind each other even if you haven't seen each other for a long time. No matter how long the years are, Feng Ling is unwilling to give up that special emotion.

didn't wait for Feng Ling to wait for his father to appear, and Lin Yu's figure suddenly appeared behind Feng Ling.

Looking at the legal decisions surrounding Feng Ling, almost pulling Feng Ling into the darkness, there was obviously a trace of incredible in Lin Yu's eyes.

He didn't expect that he would still be able to see the law sacrifice by the patriarch of the Evil Yi Clan, and he didn't expect that Feng Ling, who he thought he could easily capture, was now deep in the protection of the Evil Yi Clan Patriarch, flying towards the depths of the blood abyss that he could barely touch.

Looking at Feng Ling, who was about to disappear into the darkness, Lin Yu suddenly condensed an ice pick at his fingertips and shot out towards Feng Ling's location.

The evil emperor wanted to protect Feng Ling, and Lin Yu wanted Feng Ling to die.

This is Lin Yu's eternal law of survival, and what he can't get, he will never let others get.

For 10,000 years, Lin Yu has always thought that the evil emperor has long been wiped out. The three souls and six spirits left behind are just the remnants of the ownerless. He never thought that he would find a wisp of breath from the evil emperor in such a place in his lifetime. Such a result makes Lin Yu categorically unacceptable!