"It's a pity that our bastard father didn't have the fate of having a lovely daughter..."
"Not necessarily. A playboy like that might have fathered a daughter with some unknown woman, but they just haven't found her yet."
"So you met her, fell in love, and gave birth to her..."
Mo Li made all kinds of impossible guesses in a sarcastic tone, until he saw that Wu Pin and Xiao Changhen's faces began to turn ugly, then he closed his mouth with satisfaction.
It’s not Mo Li’s fault. He was sealed in the Thousand Flowers and Ten Thousand Things a thousand years ago, and Wu Pin was only born five hundred years ago. They have never seen each other.
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"I, Xiao Changhen, have only loved one woman in my life, Bai Bai."
Xiao Changhen spoke calmly, and the other three men's faces turned ugly.
"Ahem, if we ignore the demonic energy that is unique to the demon clan, there is actually some ghost energy in the Demon Lord, and this ghost energy is very familiar."
Song Yu forced himself to regain his composure and began his own analysis.
"This ghost energy is almost identical to the one you, Xiao Changhen, used."
Just like cultivators who use spiritual energy have their own unique aura, people who absorb the same thing and practice it themselves will have their own aura when they use it. The same is true between children and parents.
"So, Demon Lord, you should be Xiao Changhen's..." Song Yu's two furry black ears moved. He thought for a moment and then continued, "Clone?"
As Song Yu spoke, he took out a blank yellow talisman from his storage ring, and then conjured up a brush with a white handle and black bristles. If Yan Baibai were here, she would definitely recognize that the handle of the brush was the marrow of the thousand-year-old tree that she helped Song Yu take out of his body during the sect competition.
As for the black hair under the tree marrow, it is the hair on Song Yu's demon body. Only in this way can he hold the brush in his hand without getting burned.
Song Yu quickly drew two talismans and threw them at Wu Pin and Xiao Changhen respectively. Because they did not feel any murderous aura on the talismans, Wu Pin and Xiao Changhen just frowned and did not destroy the talismans immediately.
When the talisman was one meter away from the two people, it suddenly stopped, then fell to the ground and quickly burned up.
"This is a tracking talisman I drew using the ghostly energy emanating from the Demon Lord, but it lost its way as it approached the two of you."
Song Yu couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, as if some guess had finally been confirmed.
"Although I don't understand what happened five hundred years ago, I am now certain that the Demon Lord is Xiao Changhen's clone!"
"There are thousands of secret methods in the world. I don't know what method you, Xiao Changhen, used to separate this clone, but there must have been an accident."
Mo Li glanced at Song Yu, not understanding why he had to draw talismans to confirm such an obvious thing.
Mo Li said impatiently, "It should be the Soul Splitting Technique. If you have too many distracting thoughts when advancing, or if you haven't experienced the hardships recognized by the Heavenly Dao, the fastest and best way is to split your soul and train it, and then take it back."
"However, you probably didn't expect that a soul fragment would be integrated into the demon bloodline and become so powerful."
"Indeed, my demon race has strong healing abilities, not just for the body, but also for the soul."
"Once the split soul has become powerful, it's naturally unwilling to return to the main body." Mo Li felt that there was nothing wrong with his idea. He then thought of something and said, "So, Wu Pin, you attacked the immortal world five hundred years ago not only for... for a woman, but also to kill your main soul!"
Coupled with the ulterior motives of various forces such as Moqi, the war that lasted five hundred years took place.
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