"seal up!"

Following Li Lingge's cold voice, the talisman suddenly shrank!

Fengjiu's soul was like a bird trapped in a cage, screaming silently in the depths of her sea of ​​consciousness.

Her pupils contracted violently, then slowly expanded, eventually turning into a hollow darkness.

This is the most thorough confinement of the soul. Even if she wakes up in the future, she will never be able to defy the will of the master of the magic pattern.

Wei Xiang walked forward slowly, and his white fingers gently stroked Feng Jiu's cheek.

The warm touch from her fingertips made her frown slightly, and a hint of disgust flashed in her eyes.

"A dirty shell."

But soon, this disgust was replaced by determination.

Wei Xiang took a deep breath, and his soul poured into Feng Jiu's sea of ​​consciousness.

Although it was disgusting, she knew it was the best option at the moment.

Until her strength is fully recovered, she can only choose to endure it in silence.

Whoosh——

Fengjiu's body suddenly spasmed violently, her back arched into an incredible arc, and her ten fingers dug deeply into the ground.

Deep in the sea of ​​consciousness, Fengjiu's imprisoned soul was being eaten away bit by bit.

Wei Xiang's soul power turned into tens of millions of silver needles, piercing the core of her memory.

Li Lingge watched all this with cold eyes. When he saw Fengjiu's eyes regain their shape, he knew that the possession was successful.

Sure enough, the next second, Feng Jiu slowly stood up.

Wei Xiang slowly stretched this new body, his fingertips slightly curling and loosening, as if adapting to the flow of every inch of muscles and bones.

She tried to mobilize the divine power in her body, but found that this body was too weak and needed to be recuperated.

Right now, I find it difficult to condense even the most basic talisman.

It's so embarrassing.

Just as she was secretly regulating her breathing, Li Lingge suddenly approached, lifted her chin with his slender fingers, and forced her to look up to meet his gaze.

His fingertips were slightly cool, and his strength was neither light nor heavy, yet it carried an irresistible sense of control.

"You are my puppet now."

He spoke in a low voice with a playful smile.

Wei Xiang did not struggle, nor did he even show a hint of displeasure.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and her eyes and eyebrows revealed a charm that was completely different from Fengjiu's.

Fengjiu's eyes were always cold and distant, but at this moment, the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, her eyes sparkled, and there was a hint of dangerous tenderness in them.

She gently stood on tiptoe, put her red lips close to Li Lingge's ear, and her warm breath brushed his earlobe.

"Owner."

This soft call sounded like submission, but also like a provocation.

Soon, a corpse appeared on the ground. Meng Yuyan died in the secret realm.

Wei Xiang looked at the corpse, but there was not much pleasure of revenge on his face.

"You are about to break through to the Divine Lord realm, and it won't be long before you can enter the Divine Court."

Li Lingge nodded. Looking back now, he found it a little hard to believe.

I originally thought that entering the Divine Court was still a long way off, but I didn't expect to break through to the ninth level of the Immortal Emperor so quickly.

"Fengjiu just said that the 'Taixu Refining Spirit Technique' was given to me by Medicine King God. Do you think her words are credible?"

Wei Xiang thought for a moment and nodded.

"Your talent is so high that even if the Medicine King God wants to take over your body, it wouldn't be surprising."

Li Lingge put away the Xuanyuan Sword and let out a long sigh.

He really doesn't know how many people are thinking about him now. Besides this body, there is also the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand.

There is the divine court in the open, and there is the devil's world in the dark.

The only way to get rid of all this is to improve your strength as quickly as possible.

"Let's first find out what the Blood Demon Ancestor's inheritance is."

Ever since they had apprehended Zhang Xianzong, he and Wei Xiang had been in a hurry to look for Feng Jiu, so they hadn't had the time to carefully examine the jade slip.

Now that everything has settled, it's time to accept the inheritance.

The moment the jade slip was opened, a blood-red light suddenly shot out.

The light sank into Li Lingge's forehead, and a drop of blood fell on the jade slip.

In an instant, the entire blood-colored jade slip suddenly vibrated violently.

The blood drop did not slide off, but instead seeped into the depths of the jade slip in an instant as if absorbed by a thirsty desert.

boom--

A blood-red beam of light with a diameter of more than ten feet suddenly shot up into the sky, engulfing Li Lingge completely.

Flowing within the light column was a bloody aura as thick as substance, mixed with tiny golden light spots, like stars floating in the galaxy.

Li Lingge suddenly let out a roar, and his robes fluttered in the energy storm.

Red runes flooded into his mind, as if forcibly instilling it into his head.

A torrent of memories poured in crazily!

He witnessed the tragic scene of the ancient war between gods and demons, the sky was torn apart, and countless stars fell like rain...

Wei Xiang was shocked to find that a strange force field was forming around Li Lingge.

The left side exudes divine majesty, while the right side is filled with suffocating evil.

"Li Lingge!" she shouted sternly, "Keep your mind focused!"

But at this moment, Li Lingge could no longer hear any sound from the outside world.

He saw the death of the Demon Ancestor Rāhu, whose body was buried in the purgatory deep in the Nine Netherworlds.

Li Lingge kept lowering his head and then muttered.

"Gravekeeper..."

After a while, Li Lingge suddenly opened his eyes, and his whole body looked like he had been fished out of the water.

Wei Xiang hurriedly grabbed his wrist and checked his body.

"What's in there?"

Li Lingge looked at the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and muttered.

"The burial place of the Demon Ancestor Rāhu."

boom!

Hearing this answer, Wei Xiang's head buzzed. This was the burial place of the Demon Ancestor Luohou!

The Xuanyuan Sword in Li Lingge's hand is enough to make the entire Divine Court covet it. If someone knew that the jade slip contained the burial place of the Demon Ancestor Luohou, both the gods and demons would try every means to search Li Lingge's soul.

With this in mind, she stared at Li Lingge and said seriously.

"You and I know this, and no one else can tell."

…

Yingsha suddenly opened his eyes, and the last scene transmitted by the puppet was reflected in his scarlet pupils.

In the surging blood, the Xuanyuan Sword pierced through the head.

puff--

A mouthful of dark red devil blood spurted out of his mouth without warning and turned into a blood mist in the air.

"Li! Ling! Ge!"

Yingsha smashed a mountain next to him with one punch, and the murderous intent in his heart could not be concealed.

"Why don't you just roll over to me and destroy my puppet?"

His voice was terribly hoarse, and the demonic energy around him was raging uncontrollably.

"Alright, alright, since they can't do anything to you, don't blame me for taking action myself."