"At the end of the Dharma, evil wings sweep over the world and the sea of hell; the world is in mourning, and the fires of war start a prairie fire with demonic dragons and disasters."
With the support of the evil power of Baqi, although the Yuanbian Jialuo only has his soul left, he also retains corresponding combat power. As for...
Why didn't he dare to touch the Doomsday Seventeen at that time? Naturally, the power of blood and darkness did have a certain degree of restraint against them. He didn't dare to take a gamble.
It's just a strategic lurking, for the sake of the big plan, no shame.
"You are still alive, how can I die?"
Lin Chongyang, who stood at the head of the prison dragon, looked at the evil soul of Yuanbian Jialuo that appeared in front of him with disdain in his words.
"The evil god will definitely come again, and those who use mantis arms as chariots are just seeking their own destruction."
Obviously, Yuan Bianjia Luo did not realize that the person in front of him was very different from the one during the Shiliu Island war in the past.
After all, the two sides have never fought before. How could someone like him think that he is weaker than others?
"Jia Luo, or in other words, Gaza, if it were the ancient prophet in front of you today, he might give you a chance to wake up. If it were the desert eagle who is also a fourth descendant of the Wind Clan, he would also hope that you can change your mind. .”
The Qi spread silently and began to determine the location of the different space. During this process, Lin Chongyang did not mind and had a little chat with the young master of ancient Yuanfeng descent.
because……
He "saw" something on the opponent's soul, which was a back-up left behind by the ancient prophet. It had only one purpose: to ensure that his former followers could seek an afterlife.
If it hadn't been for this, given his character, the other party would have been destroyed as soon as he met him.
Come to think of it, that senior Ezi might have foreseen what happened today.
It's normal. In a difficult situation, this is not a strange thing. After all, although the other party has been reincarnated, strictly speaking, he is not dead yet.
After considering this small favor, Lin Chongyang decided to help the other party. It was just to ask Yuanbian Jialuo to voluntarily give up the evil power of Baqi and reincarnate smoothly.
When the past events were mentioned, Yubian Jialuo became emotional and couldn't help but said angrily:
"He won't even let Han Niang go, so how could he!"
The evil energy trembling violently around Yuanshen had proved that he was not in a calm mood at the moment.
"In order to avenge you, she took back the dragon head and killed countless people in the Valley of the Wind. Do you think she deserves to die?" Lin Chongyang said coldly.
Yubian Jialuo did not accept this explanation: "So he let her die with hatred, and the grudge will live forever in the ancient cave!"
"Of course she will hate it. After all, Desert Eagle has a grudge against her for killing her husband."
One more sentence blocked the rest of Yuanbian Jialuo's words. If he hadn't gone to Shiliu Island to join the battle, there would have been no follow-up.
However, he could not refuse the evil god's call.
I heard him ask dryly: "How do you know that name?"
As soon as the other party met, he mentioned the ancient prophet, and he felt that the other party might know something.
However, Lin Chongyang did not go as he wished. Instead, he told another thing that made him feel like he was struck by lightning:
"I might as well tell you that before Feng Liuhua died, he gave birth to a son for you, and the key to sealing the Eight-Qi Dragon Head was in his heart.
After knowing this, how will you choose? "
The sudden words hit his heart directly. When he learned that he still had flesh and blood alive, Yuan Bianjia Luo's heart was shaken.
However, the second half of his sentence made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. His sharp eyes reflected a cold light that was almost solid, staring directly at Lin Chongyang who stood opposite at the head of the prison dragon.
"Don't look at me like that. This matter was not done by me, but I won't object."
Lin Chongyang did not comment on Desert Eagle's arrangements. If it were him, he would have done even worse.
For example, raise that child, keep it with you, teach it carefully, and then...
"He is still a child!" Yuan Bianjialuo's eyes were awe-inspiring and he almost shouted.
The soul wanders in the Nausicaa of the Wind, and he does...
Occasionally a small beast is seen.
I just don’t know his identity.
Now, the truth has been revealed, but his heart is extremely complicated.
At this moment, even he didn't know how he should face his child with his identity and attitude.
I heard the person on the other side continue to say: "Yes, he is still a child, so you can imagine what the consequences would be if this matter were known to your colleagues?"
The evil dragon head is of great importance. The mission of the eight tribes is to unseal the dragon head. If others know about this matter, what will happen to it? Yuanbian Jialuo does not want to think about it, let alone dares to think about it.
He can protect his child in the hands of one person, but what if everyone puts pressure on him? If someone restrains him and someone else takes action against the child, what will he do?
Is it resistance?
still……
Even if the evil god was kind to him, how could he sacrifice his own child!
The evil power that was originally closely connected with the soul began to loosen at this moment, and even began to overflow. As the person involved, Yuan Bianjialuo was caught in the battle between heaven and man, as if he didn't realize it.
Just as Yuanbianjialuo's inner defenses were being defeated step by step, Lin Chongyang added another fire:
"Or do you think that with the character of those beasts like Yaqi, he will make the decision for you?
Save it, they are just a bunch of beasts, how can you expect them to understand what love is and what family affection is?
They will just let you do it yourself, then appreciate your struggle and laugh at your powerlessness and weakness. "
Since before the Holy War on Shiliu Island in the past, Lin Chongyang had understood that it was very easy to control the eight tribes of Tianxie, because these people all had their own fetters, and it was difficult for them to truly be of the same mind as the beast Baqi.
This is the biggest shortcoming and the biggest flaw.
Just like another time and space, they would even ignore the mission and start fighting among themselves because of their own concerns.
Every word is like the sharpest sword, penetrating Yuanbian Jialuo's heart.
The worries in his heart were directly reflected in his "appearance", making him look a lot worse. After a moment, he spoke with difficulty:
"what do you want?"
Even if only the soul exists, his voice will inevitably become hoarse.
The answer was: "You should ask yourself, what do you want?"
"Myself……"
Yubian Jialuo thought about his life, which was miserable and bumpy. It wasn't until Han Niang brought the "god" that things started to turn around.
After that, there were battles, killings, and deaths in battle. Han Niang also died because of his death in the battle, and the child fell into this vortex because of their death.
so tired……
As soon as this idea was born, it became a wildfire in autumn and got out of control until——
"You don't want your child to have a rough and miserable childhood like you did, right?"
As long as there is wavering, subsequent problems will become easier.
Yubian Jialuo suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes. After learning that his child was still living in this valley, he gave up the idea of fighting with the other party.
He didn't dare to gamble, and he couldn't afford it.
"Let him go..."
