"Bloodline talent, I didn't expect that this Yue Mei, who has unlocked low-level spiritual intelligence, actually has a rare bloodline talent. If you can...hehe..."
The residual immortal in Yang Feng's humanoid pendant was showing a lewd smile, looking at Yue Mei as if looking at rare treasures.
Yuemei is a special type of existence among the demon clan, which is called "demon soul".
Demon souls are a special type of existence in the demon clan. They can absorb the essence of heaven and earth all the time and have certain potential. Moreover, this kind of demon souls are usually beautiful women during their lifetimes. However, they die miserably and make the world angry and resentful, so they are born.
If used well, it will be the biggest secret weapon. Just imagine Yue Mei using her bloodline talent, possessing Yang Feng, and then giving the enemy a fatal blow when he is not prepared.
"Gou Ri! This is a bloody martial arts arena."
Yang Feng was cursing, but the movements of his hands were not slow. He was concentrating on it, wanting to enter the meticulous realm again, but after being calm for a long time, he didn't feel anything.
Yue Mei, who was attached to her body by the silver light, looked at Yang Feng with disgust in her eyes.
Hearing the insulting nonsense the other party said, Yang Feng looked confused. He, Yang Feng, could not do such a beast to insult a soul that had no body yet.
"Uh, girl, can we talk to each other if we have something to say? We are all civilized people."
Yang Feng could only keep stalling for time. When the moonlight in the night sky was shrouded by dark clouds, then would be the best time for him to take action. Besides, the opponent's cultivation level was not weak in the golden elixir, so he really had no confidence.
"Um?"
Yue Mei's pretty face, covered by silver light, showed a rare emotion.
But then, the chaotic memories in my mind began to attack crazily.
The insults he suffered during his lifetime were reassembled from memory fragments, and a sinister demonic power rose up.
Yang Feng's ghostly body skills made it difficult for him to defend himself. If Yang Feng could enter the subtle realm, he would be able to cope with it, but the current situation was not optimistic.
Yue Mei's figure teleported to Yang Feng, stretched out her Qianqian hands with concentrated demonic power, pinched Yang Feng's neck, and lifted it up slightly.
Yang Feng's heels lifted off the ground, his face turned red, and he almost suffocated.
boom!
Yang Feng punched out, but it failed.
Yue Mei's figure seemed to disappear on the ring, leaving Yang Feng unable to find him.
"This, the combat power of this monster clan is not at the golden elixir stage?"
Just from the moment of the fight, Yang Feng noticed the clues. The soul that disappeared in front of him seemed to be even weaker than the Jiye Werewolf.
The only thing that drove Yang Feng crazy was his method of concealing his figure and his ghostly movements. Yang Feng had no way of defeating him at all.
Whoosh!
A breeze blew up, and Yang Feng felt a chill on his back. He turned around in time and happened to bump into Yue Mei.
The moment he came into contact with the other party, the other party mysteriously disappeared.
"Hey! Female ghost, you were humiliated like that before you were alive, and now you are like this, neither a human nor a monster, and you are still hiding like this? You can't even kill your enemy with your own hands. I really feel sorry for you."
Yang Feng used provocation and raised the volume of his voice to the maximum intensity.
The audience under the ring heard that Yang Feng was actually mocking a demon with his intelligence turned on, and his facial expression was quite exciting.
"I'll go! You're a great guy? If this Yang Fengzhen wins three times in a row, who dares to stop me from becoming sworn sworn friends with him? Don't blame me for turning my back on him."
"That's a demon clan that can speak human words! It's actually said so badly by Brother Yang. Although it's all true, can't Brother Yang be more tactful?"
"Hey! It would be great if I was the one fighting against this demon clan. It would be cool to die under the peonies and be a ghost!"
…
Some people praised Yang Feng for his bravery and fearlessness, and there were also those who had strong tastes and wanted to go through the ups and downs with Yue Mei.
"Hey! Is this kid planning to make a desperate move? Doesn't he know that doing so will most likely cause Yue Mei to activate his bloodline power?"
"No, I think this is a good strategy. Regardless of whether it is a human race or a demon race, as long as they are carried away by anger, they will be at a disadvantage."
"This boy is really courageous. He is undoubtedly trying to achieve a quick victory by acting like this. But with the bright moon hanging in the sky, it may not be easy to kill Yue Mei with one blow."
The three field owners hiding in the dark began to express their own opinions. Only in an inconspicuous corner, a strange look emanated from the eyes of a figure.
In the arena.
All Yang Feng's words fell into Yue Mei's ears verbatim.
The chaotic memories in her mind began to hit her sea of consciousness like raging waves, and the pain was self-evident.
A hysterical roar came from Deyue Mei's mouth.
Then the song "White Moonlight" was played. This song seemed to have a magical power, making the bright moon in the sky begin to emit strong moonlight.
ah!
This roar was like wind and clouds, and it was like earth-shattering shock. This roar came and went as quickly as it came, and was replaced by a harmonious "White Moonlight" sonata.
This is a special phenomenon produced by special demon souls such as Yue Mei when they stimulate the power of blood.
This song "White Moonlight" can pull the bright moon in the sky and continuously transmit the moonlight to her.
There was silence, and everyone in the entire arena and even in the audience quietly listened to this soul-stirring "White Moonlight" sonata.
The melodious melody and the touching notes seemed to be telling everyone the story in her heart.
At this time, everyone was listening in rapt attention and completely forgot about everything.
There were only four people, no, five people to be precise, plus the dark shadow in the corner.
Because they were the only ones whose cultivation was not blocked, Yang Feng was closest to Yue Mei in the arena, so he received the greatest interference.
"Tsk tsk! I don't even remember how long it has been since I heard the song 'White Moonlight'. I didn't expect that I would be able to listen to it today."
"This song has three sections. Now, only the first section has made everyone so intoxicated. If it comes to the second half, it's hard to imagine what crazy actions these people will do."
"This 'White Moonlight' Sonata can only affect people's minds. It doesn't have much impact on those who have a persevering mind."
The three of them were listening to the "White Moonlight" sonata coming from the ring and communicating secretly.
"Qianqian, is it you? No!"
When "White Moonlight" played, the memories in Yang Feng's consciousness began to tumble, first of family affection, and then of love. He was addicted to the illusion and was in pain, seeing Gu Qianqian's life.
From birth to growing up, getting married, having children, and finally dying, Yang Feng had no ability to change, or even influence.
There are thousands of Chinese characters in the world, but the word love is the most hurtful.
Gu Qianqian is the person who occupies an important position in Yang Feng's heart, and is the person he wants to protect with his life.
This time, the reluctance and despair in Gu Qianqian's eyes before his death echoed in his mind, which actually aroused Yang Feng's anger.
Suddenly wake up! Opening his eyes and looking at the beautiful lady covered in moonlight in front of him, he couldn't feel any pity in his heart.
Dare to touch the memory in his heart, this is unbearable for Yang Feng, and those who can occupy a place in his heart are the inverse scales of Yang Feng in his life.
In this case, if you dare to touch the dragon's reverse scale, you must be prepared to die.
Meticulous.
Unexpectedly, after Yang Feng withstood the test of this "White Moonlight" sonata, he was so blessed that his soul entered the realm of subtlety.
But Yue Mei's trump card is not "white moonlight", but the talent she was born with - possession.
The bloodline power of the fourth-grade spiritual beast was completely stimulated after the end of the White Moonlight Sonata.
It transformed into a suitable soul and settled in Yang Feng's sea of consciousness.
boom!
The sound of a barrier breaking was heard, and the villain in the sea of consciousness had been waiting for a long time.
"You, you knew I was coming?"
"have no idea."
"Then why did you condense your consciousness into a villain and wait here?"
Yue Mei stared at Yang Feng, the "villain" formed by the power of divine consciousness, as if guarding against a thief.
The reason why Yang Feng is like this is all because of the instruction of Canxian. Yue Mei's bloodline talent is very special, but she often has a humble status among the demon clan and does not receive any training.
However, based on the ability that Yue Mei has displayed just now, if he is well cultivated, it will be a great help to Yang Feng. In the outside world, people have many eyes, but Qiang still has a few strands of spiritual consciousness that are not weak, so the disabled immortal talent Come up with this plan.
Let Yang Feng think of ways to anger Yue Mei, and when she lost her mind, she only wanted to break through Yang Feng's sea of consciousness, but she would never think of dealing with Yang Feng with the possessed bloodline talent.
And finally seize control of his body.
It's just time for Yang Feng and Canxian to invite you to the urn.
"Hey! Surrender to me, you still have a chance to survive, otherwise your soul will be destroyed in an instant."
Yang Fengkou frankly stated his purpose of coming. Moreover, he was not a prisoner in the first place, but now his identity has been reversed.
"Hahaha! It's a big joke that you think you want me to surrender to you just because of your weak consciousness."
Yue Mei could sense that Yang Feng's spiritual power was only in the early stages of the Bigu stage. This kind of spiritual power was compared to her spiritual power after stimulating the power of her bloodline.
The difference between the two is undoubtedly a bright moon and a firefly.
"hehe!"
Yang Feng sneered. To achieve the goal, all he had to do was attract Yue Mei's attention. Then Canxian would set a trap for her, ensuring that she would be obedient to Yue Mei and Yue Ying.
"why are you laughing?"
Yue Mei couldn't help but feel chills running down her spine when she heard Yang Feng's penetrating sneer, but she expected that Yang Feng's consciousness at the early stage of the Bigu Stage would not be able to make any waves.
Only then did my heart calm down a little.
Outside the ring, most of the people in the audience woke up after Yue Mei completely activated the power of blood.
"His grandma is such a bear. What happened just now? Why did I hug the man next to me?"
When the rugged man woke up, he found that the man closest to him was hugging each other in an extremely ambiguous posture.
"Ah! I, I actually... almost felt sorry for my partner."
"Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going?"
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Some people can't even tell the difference between reality and fantasy.
