"Dou Zhuan..." After a few breaths, Feng Ling quickly caught up with the corpse. Just as he grabbed the opponent's left arm, and was about to use his magical power to move it, his throat suddenly tightened and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.
What worries him most is
It happened after all!
"Feng Ling, I died so miserably during my lifetime! Even after death, I have to be reduced to a buried soul and cannot rest in peace. After so many years, have you ever remembered to avenge me? Now, I have finally managed to nourish my soul with my soul. You were reborn, but you slaughtered the host. It is really hateful to repay kindness with hatred! Today, I will drag you to hell with you!" Mr. Ye, who was controlled by the soul of the withered leaf ape, suddenly opened his eyes and raised his hand with a look of resentment. A palm hit Feng Ling's chest.
Immediately, circles of ghost hair fluttered and lengthened, wrapping around Feng Ling's body layer by layer, dragging him straight down toward the vortex that contained huge tearing power deep in the formation storm.
"Oh, Xing Zhai, is this your plan? The magic of Dao Demon's deduction is really powerful. He can calculate the original body and the clone without leaving anything out. However, there must be a thin line in Tianyan 49... Danger is often accompanied by opportunities. Starve to death. You are timid, but you can't stand up to someone as bold as me!" Feng Ling, wrapped in ghost hair, sneered. While suppressing his injuries, he closed his eyes and silently recited an obscure spell.
At first, Withered Leaf Ape did not know Feng Ling's true form, and only had interactions with Ling Weiyun's clone. Therefore, Feng Ling had doubts as early as when Withered Leaf Ape called Feng Ling by his first name.
Is it because Xing Zhai directly spied on the secret of his clone through Tao Demon's technique, or is it because the buried soul can sense a trace of connection between the clone and the original body.
The two are completely different concepts. If it is the latter, this magic technique has indirectly touched this secret, and can only be called miraculous; if it is the former, this magic technique can be called heaven-defying.
It wasn't until she came into close contact with the buried soul of the withered leaf ape that Feng Ling realized that its soul memory was in a state of chaos. In this state, let alone Xing Zhai, even an epic power would not be able to glean any useful information through Taoism.
Combined with the previous memory in the early morning, Xing Zhai said: This buried soul may be of great use when Fengling appears.
Fengling was 100% sure that Xing Zhai had not yet learned the secret of the clone, but he could deduce so many hidden causes and effects. His Taoist magic had to be guarded against, and Xing Zhai was regarded by Fengling as the great master in his life. Enemies, if encountered in the future, must be eliminated first and then quickly.
"Hahaha...die, die! Everything should turn into dust and end!"
The Soul Burying Dead Leaf Ape raised its head and laughed wildly, its pale face full of hysterical madness, dragging Feng Ling, who had become a cocoon, into the depths of the formation storm.
In the depths of the formation storm, dark and huge negative energy roared and raged like sharp blades. The surrounding space was faintly distorted, and the ghost hair entangled with Feng Ling was torn apart immediately.
Immediately afterwards, there was Mr. Ye's body, which was gradually annihilated in the distortion of space.
"Whoosh!" Suddenly, a three-foot-long sharp blade storm buzzed with a majestic and overwhelming momentum, reaching less than three feet in front of him in an instant, and the terrifying aura of death became more intense.
In the next moment, the sharp blade storm can strangle and devour the dead soul of the withered leaf ape together with Feng Ling. At this critical moment, a ray of colorful light spread out from Feng Ling's body like the warm sun in winter...
