"Junior Brother, our sect has boundless scenery, boundless blessed lands, and boundless blessings. Once you enter my sect, you won't touch weapons, you won't touch water or fire, you won't get close to poisonous insects, and you won't be hindered by karma. If you join my sect, you can obtain divine abilities, wonderful techniques, secret incantations, and great abilities. It can live forever, it can be indestructible, it can be free and unfettered forever, it can never be destroyed. "
Miao Lian chanted in a light voice and spoke of the various benefits of becoming his disciple.
Every time he said a word, a white lotus would fly out from the tip of his tongue, turning into a beam of clear light and entering the space between Ying Yunpeng's eyebrows.
Ying Yunpeng's body trembled violently. Countless blue veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets. His eyeballs were densely packed with blood vessels, and the whites of his eyes had almost turned crimson.
He didn't have the time to look at Miao Lian. Instead, he was glaring at Jin Peng and the other three, who he had adopted since he was little, and who he loved as if they were his own children. He roared hoarsely, "It doesn't matter if you don't want me as your father … After all, I'm not your biological father, and you are just orphans I adopted … But, you have the blood of Eastern Wasteland barbarians flowing in your veins! How could you betray the Ten Sun Country? How could they betray the Eastern Barbarians? How can you … "
"We are not traitors!" Jin Peng took a step forward, kowtowed three times to Ying Yunpeng, and said respectfully, "Abba, we are saving the Eastern Wasteland! After all, the humankind cannot fight against Yu Dynasty. Whoever dares to resist will eventually be turned into ashes. "
Silverroc took two steps forward and kowtowed three times to Ying Yunpeng, begging, "Father, please convert to Grandmaster Miao Lian! Great Master Miao Lian accepted a disciple on behalf of his master, and you're his Junior Martial Brother! As long as you convert, all of our people will convert, and in the future, the Yu Clan will no longer be our enemy. "
"You!" Blood veins bulged out from Ying Yunpeng's entire body. Countless cyan light spots had been sparkling inside his Magus Acupoints, and from time to time, silvery metal clangs would come from his body. He looked at his four adopted sons and shouted sternly, "Are you all stupid? Crazy! Ancestors, how could you do such a thing? "
Miao Lian looked at Ying Yunpeng with a warm smile on his face. The speed at which the clear light was gushing out of his palm had become much faster. Countless magic symbols could be seen sparkling in the clear light, and were continuously injected into Ying Yunpeng's head.
"Junior Brother Yunpeng, the so-called Ancestral Spirit is nothing more than a strand of a soul. You worship the ancestral spirits, worship the ancestral spirits, but you can't eat them, drink them, use them, and live forever. What's the use of worshipping them? "
"If you join my sect, you'll obtain supreme divine abilities, you'll be able to comprehend endless great daos, you'll be able to attain immortality, you'll be able to become almighty. In your eyes, the so-called gods are nothing more than ants. They're merely ancestor souls, why are you thinking about them? "
"Enter my door, enter my door, enter my door!" Miao Lian murmured over and over again. Every time, a white lotus sprayed out from the tip of his tongue, and slowly injected into Ying Yunpeng's head. Ying Yunpeng's face became even more ferocious, and his entire head was faintly covered by a layer of clear light.
"I … won't sell … Ancestor!" Ying Yunpeng murmured with a hoarse voice, "I, am not a kind person … I … am not a good person … In my life, I've killed and set fires, bullied the kind, raped people, killed and kidnapped countless times. I'm truly an evil person … a bastard … but I won't sell my clansmen, I won't sell my ancestors!"
Raising his head with difficulty, Ying Yunpeng looked at Dishi Yanluo and growled harshly, "I … won't!"
Dishi Yanluo scornfully glanced at Ying Yunpeng and said blandly, "Ignorant barbarian ant. Won't sell your ancestors? Seems to be worthy of respect, but what a stupid thing to do … As long as there are enough benefits, what's wrong with selling your ancestors occasionally? "
The few Yu Clan's girls standing beside Dishi Yanluo laughed out simultaneously. What Miao Lian said was not an empty talk. Among Yu Clan's nobles, as long as there were enough benefits, even their own children could be sold as goods, not to mention the so-called ancestors.
"Stubborn and ignorant man!" Dishi Yanluo was sitting high up in the air, looking down at Ying Yunpeng and said blandly, "You have a backbone, a proud idiot, don't you want to take revenge for your son and nephew?"
Ying Yunpeng's eyeballs popped out from his eye sockets, seeming to pop out from his eye sockets. He screamed hoarsely, "Son and nephew's revenge … I'll hold my bow myself and shoot those few little bastards to death! If I want to kill someone, not even Si Wen Ming can stop me! I don't need you to take revenge … Ah! "
Miao Lian changed his hand motions and let out a deep, lion-roar-like roar from his palm. Ying Yunpeng couldn't say another word, instead, he started screaming hoarsely.
It was as if countless sharp daggers were cutting Ying Yunpeng's soul. His soul, which had been nourished by his strong life-force for years, had become thousands of times stronger than ordinary Senior Magi's soul, was now being cut into pieces by those sharp daggers.
A great pain came from his soul, making Ying Yunpeng scream out in pain. Most human Senior Magi and Magus Kings didn't have any special magic that could fend against soul attacks. Except for a very small number of talented Magi, facing soul attacks, the rest of the human Magi could only take it with their strong bodies and souls, then kill the enemies before they could succeed.
However, Ying Yunpeng was locked on the devil wall, and Miao Lian was right in front of him, but he couldn't …
"I can't accept this!" Ying Yunpeng let out a raging growl. Suddenly, his neck elongated to over three meters long. Along with a series of cracking noise, his neck bones were dislocated, and under the skin of his long neck, the joints of his neck bulged out, looking extremely hideous.
Ying Yunpeng opened his mouth, just like a poisonous snake, to over one hundred and eighty degrees. Along with a loud cracking noise, he bit on Miao Lian's neck. For this bite, Ying Yunpeng had put all of his power into it. His life and dignity, the glory of being born in the Ten Sun Country of the Eastern Wasteland, and the piety he had towards his ancestors and clansmen were all condensed into this single bite.
Crack! Miao Lian howled out in pain. A half of his neck was bitten into pieces by Ying Yunpeng, and even half of his neck bones were broken. An enormous, semicircular hole appeared on his neck. Miao Lian stepped back while howling in pain, then fell on the ground, twitching intensely.
Even Dishi Yanluo didn't know what to do when he saw this horrifying scene. He instantly stood up from his throne, and the calmness and carefreeness that belonged to a winner had completely disappeared from his face. He glared at Ying Yunpeng and screamed hoarsely, "Give me …"
"Let me!" Miao Lian's voice suddenly turned extremely weird. A golden beam of light flashed across the wound on his neck, after which, all of his wounds suddenly disappeared.
In Miao Lian's eyes, two lotuses could be clearly seen. Both his voice and his movements had changed. His voice had become extremely ethereal, and his movements had also become especially natural and simple. A strange sense of power that could terrify anyone, spread out from Miao Lian's body. Dishi Yanluo's body suddenly paused, and he subconsciously gripped his sword.
"The sea of bitterness is boundless, realize the wrong path and turn back. Silly boy, come and join me!" Miao Lian slightly flicked his finger, then gently pointed his finger at the spot between Ying Yunpeng's eyebrows.
Suddenly, two lotuses slowly bloomed in the spot between Ying Yunpeng's eyebrows. He closed his eyes with a faint smile on his face, then slightly sighed. Two streams of warm tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes, but the corners of his mouth curved higher and higher. The deep wrinkles on his face made him look like a devil.
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