Inside the ancient temple, Ling Feng sat quietly on a futon and meditated. Suddenly, the golden crane beak lamp beside him flashed with two fire dragons. Gusts of chilly wind blew by and mixed with the soul in his body.
The divine dragons flew around him and repelled the chilly wind. After a while, Ling Feng's aura changed slightly as if he had touched the peak of Mortal Deity, Ethereal Enlightenment.
"Master is still better than me after all?" Ling Feng muttered to himself and looked in the direction of Origin Transformation Mountain.
That place was filled with wind and clouds. Celestial Dao Fruit slowly rose.
"Never mind, he is about to ascend, so he can't care about me. I haven't completely merged with this body yet, so I need to go into seclusion for a while. By the time I come out, he will probably be gone. "
After watching for a while, Ling Feng was about to leave. Unexpectedly, a red light came from afar and his expression changed drastically. "Not good, it's this guy!"
So, he packed his things and prepared to leave.
But the red light was faster and blocked the entrance of the ancient temple.
"Old friend, long time no see." In the red light, a man wearing a beige long robe appeared. He wore a fishtail crown on his head and a Yin and Yang Sword on his waist. He looked like he was in his thirties or forties and was walking over in high spirits.
Ling Feng stopped and looked at the person in confusion. "Senior, you are …"
At this moment, Ling Feng was dressed like a Daoist disciple. His body was full of Daoist energy. Normal people wouldn't be suspicious if they saw him.
Yu Tianyang looked him up and down and couldn't help but laugh. "Come on, who can hide the smell of rotten bones on your body? Not to mention, you possessed your martial nephew. Others might mistake him for someone else, but do you think I would mistake you for someone else? Since I came to find you, of course, I came prepared. "
"How did you find me?" Ling Feng's expression changed and his tone became less respectful. He asked coldly, "It shouldn't be a coincidence that you could find me."
"How else?" Yu Tianyang smiled. "This Ling Feng kid was born on a yin day, yin month, yin year. His birth date is exactly the same as yours. And his mother's surname is the same as yours. No matter how I think about it, there must be something wrong. "
"Ling Feng" smiled and nodded. "Continue."
Seeing how confident he was, Yu Tianyang put up his guard. But on the surface, he said calmly, "Back when we were fighting for the spirit egg in Golden Turtle City, I heard Martial Niece Li mention Ling Feng, so I had my doubts. Later, after investigating openly and secretly, he heard that his mother had almost died when she was born. A passer-by had given her a panacea to save her. It must have something to do with you? "
"If I'm not wrong, his mother is from the same clan as you. When she died young, you used a spirit pill to save her, but you were actually grafting your bloodline into her mother's body. Wait, that's not right … Maybe his mother's death had something to do with you. You purposely killed them and injected your bloodline into their bodies, using Ling Feng's mother, a junior of your clan, as a cultivation vessel? After a few decades, you'll give birth to a boy with the same birth date as you. He'll be your natural carrier. "
Yu Tianyang thought for a moment and looked at Ling Feng with an even weirder look. "Am I right?"
"Not bad, not bad …" The young man clapped his hands. "Indeed. But there are still some things you don't understand. You only know that Ling Feng's mother is from my father's clan, but you don't know that Ling Feng's father is from my mother's clan. Although I killed my parents when I severed my ties with the mortal world, I still have a few relatives. When I first became a Human Immortal, I secretly prepared and spent three hundred years to promote the reproduction of these two families. Then, I killed Ling Feng's parents when they were young and buried my spirit seed in their bodies to resurrect them. Finally, I spent another twenty years to let them grow up and meet and get married. Tell me, do you think it was easy for me? "
Ling Feng could be said to be one of his proudest masterpieces in his life. Therefore, the demonic cultivator couldn't help but show off at this time. "After Ling Feng was born, I even secretly planned to kidnap him to Yin Ming School and send him to Junior Brother Hei Chi. Of course, even Ling Feng himself didn't know about this. "
"Nonsense, if he knew that from the moment he was born, his purpose of existence was to be your spare tire, he definitely wouldn't help you. I see that your body and Ling Feng's body aren't perfectly compatible yet, you must have just taken over this body? Your master swallowed your body, so you hurriedly transferred to this body that you prepared long ago? "
Ling Feng, no, it should be a certain demonic sect expert. And it was someone that Hei Chi and Ji Feichen were very familiar with. He laughed sinisterly. "I started three days ago. I used the Ancestral Spirit Possession to suppress Ling Feng's soul and used his body to start the plan. I'm afraid that Junior Brother really thinks that Ling Feng is my man. "
Ancestral Spirit Possession was a special secret technique of the Underworld. It allowed the ghosts and gods of the Underworld to descend to the living world and attach themselves to their descendants. The original intention was to protect the body and maintain the family's lineage. But in the eyes of the demonic sect, this was clearly a kind of possession technique!
If they could live forever, who would care about the prosperity of their descendants? But if they used their descendants as a medium for their resurrection, wouldn't they have one more trump card?
"A few days ago, you forcefully suppressed Ling Feng's soul and plotted against Hei Chi. Just now, after your body died, you sent his soul to the Netherworld? "
"More or less." Seeing that Yu Tianyang was done asking, the demonic man asked again, "Do you have any more questions? I'll tell you all at once. "
"Nothing. But you're quite generous today, talking so much. Is this the so-called 'a dying man's words are kind'? "
"Die? You're so sure that I'm the one dying and not you? "
"You don't even have perfect control of your body, how are you going to fight me? How much magic power does this body have? " Yu Tianyang said to his old enemy, "Obediently surrender. When I send you to the netherworld, you won't have to suffer so much."
"Forget it, let's see who's the real deal!" The demonic man waved his hand and a bamboo basket appeared in his right hand. This magic treasure was something that Ji Feichen had never seen before, it was his true trump card.
The bamboo basket was surrounded by golden mist, and there were all kinds of rare herbs inside. From its appearance, it was indeed a celestial treasure.
But Yu Tianyang had a wary expression, "This thing again. Other than poison, what other tricks do you have? "
Compared to the white bone technique that he usually used, his old enemy was best at using poison to injure people. Therefore, Yu Tianyang held a jade bead in his mouth and went forward with the two forms celestial swords for him to fight.
The jade bead in his mouth was made from thousand-year-old sorcerer orchid grass, it could cure hundreds of poisons. After suppressing the demonic poison with it, the demonic man was suppressed in a few moves and the bamboo basket was broken.
"As expected, it's not my own body, it's inconvenient to move." Seeing the bamboo basket broken, the demonic man pondered, "As expected, I can't beat him today, looks like I can only use this method."
The demonic man jumped out of the battle and laughed, "You said that this bamboo basket is useless? Then I'll show you what I can do today! I'll let you know how to use the bamboo basket to deal with you! "The demonic man threw the broken bamboo basket and detonated all the poison inside.
The colorful demonic mist wrapped around Yu Tianyang and spread in all directions. He laughed, "Old friend, take this poisonous mist. The next time we meet, I'll come and kill you! "After saying that, he hurriedly ran for his life.
Yu Tianyang was entangled by the poisonous mist. Although it couldn't hurt him, his protective light and celestial clothes were all corroded, and he was in a sorry state. Moreover, when the poisonous mist spread out, the area within a hundred miles turned into a dead zone. It could be said that all living beings were in misery. The demonic man didn't care, but Yu Tianyang couldn't not care.
His face turned pale, and he immediately understood the demonic man's plan.
The area within a hundred miles turned into a dead zone. Either Yu Tianyang chased after him, or Yu Tianyang went to save people.
In the end, Yu Tianyang was a cultivator of Daode Buddhism. He had no choice but to watch the demonic man run away while he tried to save people in a panic.
Maybe even the heavens couldn't stand it, but after a few steps, the demonic man suddenly let out a scream and fell to the ground. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
"What trick is this old ghost playing?" After Yu Tianyang locked the poisonous mist, he became suspicious and carefully went forward to check.
…
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, Yin and Yang reincarnate, the soul sleeps in peace," Qing Hong and Li Jingxun chanted. The two of them were using shovels to dig a hole to build a grave.
Beside the two of them, there were two dried-up skeletons.
As the two of them were buried in the grave, Li Jingxun used a profound secret technique to purify the skeletons. Then, he used the blood connection between mother and son to fix a demonic cultivator in place in the distance.
"Junior Martial Sister, are you sure that these two are the parents of the demonic cultivator Ling Feng?"
"Yes, do you still remember that day when you and I were chasing after a lost child in Golden Turtle City? In the Beggar Sect, I found some information. Ling Feng was abducted to the mountain when he was young, and his parents died of depression. Later, when Martial Uncle Yu found out about this, he began to search again. He found out that Ling Feng and his martial uncle were blood relatives. Thus, Martial Uncle determined that Ling Feng was the resurrection vessel prepared by his martial uncle. A few days ago, Martial Uncle went out to deal with his old enemy. I thought that he was reckless, and the demonic cultivators were always cunning, so I was afraid that he would escape again. So, I first used the skeletons of Ling Feng's parents to cast a spell to control Ling Feng's body. As long as that old devil uses Ling Feng's body to resurrect, I will immediately lock him in my body and he won't be able to move at all. "
Hearing Li Jingxun's words, Qing Hong's heart stirred. In the end, he could only smile bitterly: Is this the Heavenly Dao's justice and retribution? He had calculated everything, but at the last step, he still couldn't escape the Heavenly Dao.
Suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, Qing Hong stood at the side, his hand holding the iron shovel: "Junior Martial Sister, you said that we came out to travel and relax. But out of nowhere, how did we get involved in the affairs of the immortals and demons? You should know that I, a person of peace, am not willing to get involved in these things. "
"Oh? Is that so? I thought that Senior Martial Brother would be very interested in that old devil. After all, isn't he deeply related to you? "Li Jingxun looked at his companion meaningfully.
Qing Hong felt a little guilty, but his face revealed a bit of sadness: "Even if I kill his master, he will not return to the righteous path. But, it can also be considered as helping my family get half of our blood revenge. "
Seeing Qing Hong like this, Li Jingxun didn't continue to probe.
"That's right." Suddenly, Qing Hong spoke again: "Junior Martial Sister, in any case, finding the Five Color Valley is on the way. Why don't we do something on the way? "
Hearing this, Li Jingxun put down the shovel in his hand and said to Ji Feichen with a smile that wasn't a smile: "Senior Martial Brother, you also said that we traveled the world to relax and have fun, not to work."
"So? What do we do now? "Qing Hong pointed at the grave on the ground:" You help me, I help you, this is only fair. Helping your Martial Uncle Yu Tianyang deal with his greatest enemy, you should also help me with something next. "
"Then … what does Senior Martial Brother want me to help?"
"Nine Spirit Ghost Mother, does Junior Martial Sister still remember?"
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