"What?" Mo Ling's eyes widened in disbelief and said: "Kuyangzi is my own master, he is dead, and Qiong Ze is currently the pavilion master of Sumeru Pavilion, a top-level sect of the same level as Zhengyang Continent and Kuyang Mountain, with his cultivation, I don't even have the qualifications to serve tea and pour water, isn't this going to die?"

There is also Puhua, he is the head of the Tianzhu faction, the Tianzhu faction was disbanded eight hundred years ago, and the head of the sect Puhua is even more uncertain, such a master, let alone kill him, he can't even find it!"

"Less nonsense, from now on, you have betrayed Kuyoko and are no longer his apprentice. Zhi Yan suddenly said coldly: "Now I am your master!"

Mo Ling was stunned, "Senior, which one are you singing?"

"Hmph......" Zhen Yan sneered: "Now that Kuyangzi is dead, if his only personal disciple, now you become my apprentice, then he will have no successor!"

"Hmph......" Mo Ling sneered, and thought to himself: "You are really amazing." ”

"Don't hurry up and call me Master!" Zhi Yan suddenly said coldly.

"But if you still have the cultivation of the Eighth Yuan Emperor, let me worship you as a teacher, I naturally can't ask for it, but now you don't even have a little cultivation, then if I worship you as a teacher, once I meet a master, then wouldn't we be chased and beaten every day, let alone revenge, it will be difficult to even live!"

"You're a, you're pretty good!"

Zhenyan's tone was a little softened, not so cold, and now it sounds like a heavenly sound, and a woman like this is probably only able to be controlled by Li Xiaoyao back then.

"He just sealed the cultivation of my spiritual spirit, sealed me in the demon pill in your body, and couldn't let me leave your body. But when it matters, I can occupy your body, I can borrow your body to perform my cultivation, and that's it!"

"So powerful?" Mo Ling's eyes widened, and he was happy in his heart: "Then what am I still doing in cultivation, if anyone beats me in the future, can you help me deal with him?"

"Think beautifully, the difference between your and my cultivation level is too big, every time I use your body to deal with others, your body will be subjected to different degrees of backlash, the greater the power I exert, the greater the backlash against your body, with your current cultivation, don't say that I use it to perform cultivation, even if I just get on your body, you will become an idiot." So it's up to you!"

"Oh, that's it!" Mo Ling immediately hung his head when he heard this.

"Don't call me Master yet!" Zhi Yan suddenly snapped.

"Hey!" Mo Ling sighed, but after thinking about it, just call it, his own life is at stake. Anyway, now that his master is gone, he can't hear it.

"Master!" Mo Ling exclaimed reluctantly.

"Hmph!" Zhen Yan responded: "I have been using my own spirit yuan to feed the Fire Yang Beast before, the purpose is to wait until one day someone kills it and takes away the demon pill, and then I will use its demon pill to reappear in the world, and now it has been achieved, my soul has also been seriously damaged in the past few hundred years, and now I need to use this demon pill to re-consolidate my divine sense, it's best not to disturb me when it's okay!"

"Oh!"

"Also, now that the spirit beasts of the third heaven have appeared, there must be other spirit beasts of the third heaven, except for those with extremely high cultivation, the others can only reach some kind of contract with humans and parasitize in the human body, if you eat the demon pill of their kind, they will definitely seek revenge on you, so you have to be extra careful" After saying this, he disappeared in Mo Ling's mind.

"Hmm!" Mo Ling's response was helpless.

"Slap ......" Suddenly, Mo Ling's head hurt, and Fang Fu slapped Mo Ling's head.

"Hurry up and cultivate, don't be lazy!" Zhi Yan suddenly shouted.

Mo Ling said helplessly in his heart: "I really worshipped an ancestor (Zhenyan) and provoked a father (spirit beast)!" Thinking of this, he sighed deeply, then shook his head helplessly, and then walked down the mountain.

When Mo Ling returned to the Qingyun Sect, nothing seemed to have happened.

The sky shimmered with stars, and a soft night breeze blew across the windowsill.

Mo Ling returned to his room without the slightest feeling of sleep.

Late at night, Mo Ling couldn't sleep, Xiang Fei was smiling at himself in the haze, and Zi Xiang was still practicing hard, and the gurgling sound of running water was next to Mo Ling's ears.

Just as Mo Ling was aiming at the money bag on Xiang Fei's waist, suddenly Xiang Fei was sitting beside him bleeding from his seven orifices, looking at himself. At this time, Zi Xiang was practicing from time to time, but holding a sword in his hand, he stabbed Xiang Fei's body fiercely, and then looked at himself and let out a smirk.

Then, in a lively street, a five or six-year-old girl in tattered clothes and a gray face was still holding a baby who seemed to have just been weaned that had been dead for an unknown amount of time in her arms, she used her petite body to hold the baby tightly in her arms, and tried to curl up in a corner, her eyes staring straight at the steamed bun in Mo Ling's hand, and her mouth kept swallowing saliva.

Mo Ling looked over to the girl, and when the girl noticed that someone was watching her, she immediately put the baby in her arms behind her, and then used her thin body to block the front.

"Little boy?" Mo Ling shouted.

At this time, a few disciples of Kuyang Mountain suddenly came out of nowhere and cut off the little girl's head with a knife, and then took the head in their hands, laughing wildly and shaking it in front of Mo Ling's eyes.

"Little boy?" Mo Ling shouted, suddenly waking up from his dream.

At this time, Mo Ling realized that this was a dream, but this dream was too real, and Mo Ling couldn't alleviate it for a long time. At this time, Mo Ling's face was full of tears.

The little boy was a little girl who was rescued by Mo Ling when she was young in her previous life, and when she was found, she was holding a dead baby in her arms, she was disheveled and emitted a foul smell, and she didn't know how long she had been wandering on the street.

Ever since Mo Ling gave her half a steamed bun, she has been secretly following Mo Ling. Whenever Mo Ling turned her head to look at her, she ran away in fear, but Mo Ling turned her head, and she secretly followed behind Mo Ling again.

In the end, Mo Ling brought the little girl back to Kuyang Mountain and lived with him.

The name "Little Prince" was given to her by Mo Ling.

When she first arrived at Kuyang Mountain, Xiao Gongzi was always afraid that Mo Ling would throw her away one day, so what a teenager should do, the five or six-year-old Xiao Gongzi would rush to do.

At first, Mo Ling thought she couldn't speak, until a year after coming to Kuyang Mountain, Mo Ling was going down the mountain to practice, and when she was about to leave, the little boy grabbed Mo Ling's sleeve and cried and said the first sentence: "Please, don't leave me!"

It was also at that moment that Mo Ling decided that no matter when, he would not leave her alone.

After going down the mountain, Mo Ling found that this little boy's cultivation spiritual root was extremely intelligent, and he was not even inferior to himself, but for more than a year, the little boy had been doing the work of two people alone, so it didn't show up. Now that he has gone down the mountain, there are no ordinary trivial things, and this little boy has truly revealed the wisdom of his cultivation.

Since then, Mo Ling has taught everything he has learned to Xiao Gongzi, and Xiao Gongzi's progress speed is almost even terrifying to Mo Ling.

Five years later, when Xiao Gongzi insisted on completing all the work that belonged to Mo Ling and his own work every day, his cultivation could also rank in the top three of all the disciples of Kuyang Mountain, reaching the middle stage of the Xuan Realm. You must know that Mo Ling at that time had been cultivating since he was a child, and it took ten years, and his cultivation was only at the peak of the Xuan Realm.

However, the little boy has a withdrawn personality and is still silent, and among all the disciples of Kuyang Mountain, he only listens to Mo Ling's words. And he followed Mo Ling every day and never left.

It wasn't until later that there was a rebellion in Kuyang Mountain, and Mo Ling was killed, and the life and death of the little boy were uncertain and his whereabouts were unknown.