"The person who killed me is in Wuzhou Mansion!"

"I feel so much pain!"

"I want revenge!"

The painful memory of losing his son in his later years was awakened again by his younger son's cries of pain and revenge. Bits and pieces of memories about his younger son appeared in the old King Ling's heart, and finally he was forever fixed on learning his younger son's soul card.

The day it broke.

The old King Ling still had reason in his eyes and did not go crazy: "Who killed this king's bloodline!"

"tell me!"

"Father is your bloody enemy!"

This time there was no voice to answer the old King Ling, but Tu Bo showed his holiness. The environment inside the Tu Bo temple turned into a scene of purgatory in the underworld. There were many heads on the Huangquan River in the underworld. Those were lonely ghosts who could not reincarnate and be reincarnated. They also represented the persistence of the dead.

read.

There was a wave of water in the Huangquan River, and a human head turned upside down, revealing facial features that were swollen and white from the soaking.

Even though it was badly soaked, Old King Ling could still recognize at a glance that it was his youngest son's head.

Old Ling Wang Yuan Shen used the object to pick up his youngest son's head from a distance. The soaked dead head flew into the hands of Old Ling Wang, and then the scene before his death appeared.

Wuzhou Prefecture.

Fucheng.

Many masters gathered around to hunt corpses and unravel immortals and mount stone oxen, including the golden-winged roc bird soul, the fire-trained Taoist priest, the faceless man, the flying giant centipede soul, the Rakshasa king soul...

Among them, one Yuan Shen is the most eye-catching, surpassing many Yuan Shen masters. As soon as he appears, he is extremely talented and crushes all the masters. That Yuan Shen is a god with a dragon body and a bird head, and is good at controlling thunder.

He practices the same contemplation method as Lao Ling Wang.

Old King Ling had thought about the scene before his son's death countless times. He never expected to see his youngest son in this way. Even the vicious old King Ling, who was as vicious as an old fox, was shaken at this moment. Is this a dream or a dream?

real.

Because the scene of the younger son’s spiritual battle was too real.

The spirit and form are the same as before life.

Seeing the younger son's face and form reappear, his eyes that should have been shining brightly gradually became immersed in memories and the pain of losing his son.

Boom!

The appearance of a three-headed and six-armed demon god holding the sky broke all the good memories that Old King Ling had for his young son. As soon as this spirit appeared, it overwhelmed the god with the body of a dragon and the head of a bird. He was also a master in practicing thunder, and the god with the body of a dragon and the head of a bird was obviously

Fall into disadvantage.

When he saw his youngest son fall and his soul being scattered, the calmness in Old King Ling's eyes was no longer replaced by anger.

"I recognize you!"

"The 'my surname is not Chen' who rose up in the corpse cave!"

"From now on, no matter in heaven or on earth, I will chase you to the ends of the earth and kill your nine tribes to avenge my son!"

Old King Ling doesn't care whether it is true or false in front of him. If he can find the truth about his son's death and the enemy who killed his son, it is true to him.

At this time, in the Huangquan River filled with human heads, another dead head was picked up by the big waves, revealing the severely rotten face of Little Ling Wang.

"It hurts so much! I hate it so much!"

"Father, I hate your injustice!"

"You only care about the death of my good-for-nothing brother. You don't care at all about how I died, how painful I was before my death, and who the enemy was who killed me!"

Seeing that his eldest son's head also appeared here, Old King Ling was so angry that his eyes were splitting: "If this is really the underworld, tell father who killed you two brothers!"

"Father will make them pay with blood!"

Old King Ling once again photographed objects from the air, and saw that the head of young King Ling was about to fly into his hands. Everything disappeared before his eyes, the underworld disappeared, his son's head disappeared, the Tubo temple disappeared, the Tubo statue disappeared, and only the child who lost his son in his old age was left.

The painful old King Ling stood there alone.

The hatred towards King Xiao Ling before his head disappeared echoed over and over again in his ears.

"Tell me, how did my son die!" Lao Lingwang Yuanshen came out of his body and frantically pursued him underground.

However, the turbid underground soil in the small underworld is filled with a lot of evil and filthy gases of death. The further down you go, the more difficult it becomes for the soul to escape the light, and you soon lose sight of the other party.

Old Ling Wang Yuanshen returned to the body. At this time, the aura in his body was chaotic. He lacked the excitement when he first broke through the fourth realm, and the uncanny ability to make further progress, and had more blocked thoughts.

This is a sign of knots of heart.

For Shinto masters, only if their thoughts are smooth can their practice be of endless benefit.

If your thoughts are not smooth, everything will not go smoothly.

…

Seeing that the statue of Qianyan Daojun was in danger of being exposed, at the critical moment, Jin An decisively used the Tubo statue to cover up his aura, used the 18th Earth Transformation Technique, and left underground.

"Martial Arts Corpse Immortal, it's not worth it for you to reveal your identity for the sake of my Tao Lord." The one-armed statue of the Thousand-Eyed Tao Lord sighed.

Jin An picked up the broken arm, connected it to the statue of Thousand-Eyed Taoist Lord, and said coldly: "He made you suffer the pain of a broken arm, so I will let him go through the pain of losing a child twice more, and help you collect some interest.

"

"This time, I will first plant the seed of knot in Old King Ling's heart to mess with his mind. Give me a few days. When my soul recovers from the injury and my soul returns to its peak, see how I can kill Old King Ling and avenge you."

The statue of the Thousand-Eyed Taoist Lord was greatly moved: "Martial Arts Corpse Immortal, you are so good to me, you will definitely be a good person and give birth to ten sons. The Five Zang Taoist Temple will flourish and flourish in your hands..."
Chapter completed!