The air fell silent.

After a while, the gaze of "Taishang Laojun" gradually turned cold: "Why are you still obsessed!"

Yang Jian chuckled lightly, and looked at "Taishang Laojun" with a smile: "Is it me who is obsessed, or are you obsessed! Master, oh no! I should say that my uncle has a trace of resentment!"

"Taishang Laojun" changed his face greatly, and a fierce momentum boiled: "How do you know?"

"Someone said it!" Yang Jian pouted, "To be honest, for so many years, I really believe in you, I believe that this world is real, but there is no way, I am blessed with a great life, and there are always nobles to help, this noble man told me that my master Yuding Zhenren was holding an open heaven axe and was stained with my uncle's blood, and I naturally guessed your identity!"

"Taishang Laojun", oh no, it should be the resentful soul born from the blood of the Jade Emperor on the Open Heaven Axe, staring at Yang Jian with his eyes, full of cruelty: "Boy, you are indeed blessed with a great life, but unfortunately, this has strengthened my idea of taking your body!"

After that, he stretched out his hand, and Zhang Yunhua was pinched by his neck and hung in the air: "Yang Jian, although all this is fake, but I tell you now, if you don't give up, I will kill your mother in front of you immediately!"

Yang Jian's heart trembled, and he said in a deep voice: "Are you stupid or am I stupid, since I know it's fake, why should I care?"

"Really?" The resentful soul laughed, pinched Zhang Yunhua's hand and gradually strengthened, Zhang Yunhua's face was pale, and it became more and more difficult to breathe, but she still looked at Yang Jian anxiously and said, "Hurry up...... Run......! Jian'er is ...... Run! No...... Leave me alone!"

Yang Jian's face sank, and his eyes staring at the resentful soul were full of murderous aura: "You will not have a second result except to destroy your consciousness after provoking me and forcing me to go out!"

"Haha!" The smile of the resentful soul gradually became weird: "Yang Jian, Yang Jian, even though this world is fake, how can you be sure that everything here is fake?"

Yang Jian's face changed greatly, and he said sharply: "What do you mean?"

"Naturally, that's what you think!" The resentful soul sneered: "Do you think I'll be so stupid that I won't even be ready to make a little back?"

As he spoke, looking at Yang Jian, whose face suddenly turned pale, the tone of the resentful soul was full of pride: "That's right, I am indeed the resentful soul born of your uncle's blood, but because of this, I will naturally use a lot of your uncle's supernatural powers, such as ......"

After a pause, he said meaningfully: "Li Dai Taozhuang's technique!"

Yang Jian gasped, although he had never heard of this magical power, but judging from the name, he seemed to understand something, and said angrily: "Bastard, don't you want to lie to me!"

"Really?" the resentful soul smiled faintly, and suddenly increased the strength in his hand.

Zhang Yunhua suddenly began to roll his eyes wildly, and his hands and feet kept struggling: "Hurry up...... Run!"

Yang Jian's eyes were splitting when he saw this, and he instinctively shouted, "Stop!"

The Angry Soul snorted and stopped, "How? Would you like to try to see if your mother is fake?"

Yang Jian clenched his fists and stared at the other party's eyes, trying to see even a trace of panic in them.

However, it didn't.

Although the other party's eyes were a little cloudy, they were calm and bright, not like they were lying to him.

"Very good, your expression tells me that you don't dare to bet!"

The resentful soul completely put his mind at ease, and suddenly pointed to Zhang Yunhua's eyebrows, and Zhang Yunhua fainted.

"What are you doing?"

Yang Jian's face changed and he roared angrily.

The resentful soul did not explain, but said lightly: "Okay, less nonsense, I will give you a choice, give up your physical body, and you can live a carefree life in this world with your mother for endless years!"

Yang Jian's heart sank, and he clenched his fists: "Do you want to occupy the magpie's nest?"

"Hehe, what's the matter?" the resentful soul looked calm, "Although I am only a soul born of resentment, I also have a desire to survive!"

Yang Jian couldn't help but sneer when he heard this: "So you want to put me to death?"

"You can't say that!" the Angry Soul laughed, "As long as I leave, I promise not to destroy this world, so in a way, it's all the same for you!"

"Hahahaha......" Yang Jian couldn't help laughing anymore, until the laughing resentful soul was a little annoyed, he couldn't help but sneer: "A good one is the same for me, so in that case, why do you have to leave in a hurry?"

Saying that, Yang Jian seemed to understand something, and walked towards the resentful soul with a calm face: "You can do it now!"

A trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the resentful soul, and he immediately increased the strength of his hand, and said hoarsely: "Stinky boy, come over again, I really have to do it!"

Yang Jian glanced at his mother, who was enduring the pain, and felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, but he still endured it and said lightly: "Yes, you can do it!"

With that, he walked towards the Soul of Resentment again.

The resentful soul was completely panicked at this moment, and as the strength in his hand gradually increased, Zhang Yunhua began to roll his eyes, but Yang Jian's pace still did not stop, and soon squeezed the frantically retreating resentful soul into the corner.

"Soul of resentment, sure enough, I guessed right! Your momentum seems to be as strong as a saint, but in fact you don't have the slightest bit of mana and supernatural powers, right?"

The face of the resentful soul turned white, and his lips suddenly trembled: "You...... You ......"

"How do I know, right?" Without waiting for the resentful soul to speak, Yang Jian sighed faintly, snatched his mother directly from his hand, and put her mother on the chair, "The only thing wrong with you is that you are stupid to play a saint!"

The angry soul was stunned, and it took a long time before he cried out, "What's wrong with the saint?"

"Sage!" Yang Jian remembered the only Tongtian Sect Master he had ever seen, and couldn't help but sigh: "Although I haven't seen Taishang Laojun, but now that I think about it, how could a saint in the hall allow his own apprentice to worship others as teachers again?"

When the words landed, the soul of resentment was like being hit by a huge thunderbolt, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Although you have worked hard to arrange your place in my memory, replaced yourself as the old man who raised me, and even used my character of respecting my teacher and loving the Tao to become my master in advance, but unfortunately, you dare not change my memory of worshipping Yuding Zhenren as a teacher!" Speaking of this, a strange smile appeared on Yang Jian's face, " Of course, this is not enough for me to be sure that everything here, including my mother, is fake, but you just asked me to give up my body in such a hurry, I can be 100% sure that all of this is fake!"