The soul's eyes glowed red as it stared at the person in Qin Muyan's arms: "Is it Yang Lan'er? Come here and die."

Qin Muyan looked at the soul strangely and said coldly: "Who do you think you are?"

Do you think you are invincible just because your strength is still growing? Why are you so arrogant?

Yang Lan'er was more direct. She rubbed her ears with her fingers, looking unhappy: "Why are you yelling? You have such a loud voice. Now all the ghosts are going to be scared to death by you."

"..." The soul opened his mouth and suddenly felt speechless. How could he continue with this? The others were a little dumbfounded. It seemed that Yang Lan'er was very confident!

Scared of ghosts? What does this mean? Not only Mo Bai and others, but also Li Feifan and Long Lin paid attention to this place. Even the demon cultivators in the dark were stunned by Yang Lan'er's powerful words.

Some people who like to care about things are really thinking seriously, what is Yang Lan'er talking about? Yang Lan'er has no self-awareness. She always says what she thinks. Other people's understanding is not within her consideration for the time being, especially when she is in a bad mood.

Looking down at the soul, seeing it slowly floating up into the sky, Yang Lan'er sneered: "Mu Feng, you have to understand that I never owe you anything. On the contrary, you owe Momo a life."

Seeing this man, Yang Lan'er was actually speechless. She originally thought she had killed him, but she didn't expect that he could still come back to life. Not only did she lose the merit she had obtained, but she also didn't complete her revenge.

Yin Zimo has recovered, and Mu Feng died on Earth, so it can be said that they no longer have any friendship.

Who knows, we might meet again in the ethereal world? Can we say that enemies often cross paths?

Qin Muyan chuckled and held Yang Lan'er tightly: "Remember what we just said? This formation requires a leader ghost with serious sins. It seems that this demon cultivator used summoning at that time, and Mu Feng's sins are no match for anyone else..."

Yang Lan'er was stunned for a moment, then she smiled as she looked at Mu Feng's soul: "Mu Feng, do you know?"

Mu Feng's expression was somewhat bewildered after his identity was exposed all of a sudden. It seemed that he had to think back for a while before remembering those long-forgotten memories.

"So what if you know? So what if you don't know?" Mu Feng looked at Yang Lan'er. He saw her true face when she spoke. At first, it was purely a reflex instinct to a certain word.

Unexpectedly, I actually ran into the real person.

"It doesn't matter. That's your business. Becoming someone else's puppet means you will never be able to reincarnate. If you are happy about it, no one else can do anything about it, right?" Yang Lan'er smiled, seeming to be very satisfied with the result: "You are asking for it, and you don't have to dirty other people's hands."

Mu Feng's condition was obviously a little abnormal. He took a while to react after hearing these words, and then his eyes became even redder.

However, Mu Feng didn't know what he went through afterwards, but he was able to remain calm for the time being: "You don't have to sow discord. I won't let you escape anyway."

Yang Lan'er's gloating and calmness were so obvious that Mu Feng really wanted to pretend not to see it, but he couldn't deceive himself.

There seemed to be a voice in his heart constantly tempting him, saying that Yang Lan'er was right.

However, he had no choice from the beginning. He thought that after his death, everything in his life would disappear, or he could become a hero again in eighteen years.

Who knows, he will open his eyes again and see the same scene again.

Because it was too horrifying and unbelievable, Mu Feng chose to forget about his past life and thought that as long as he was still alive, it would be fine.

Later, the sense of satisfaction from his improved strength overshadowed many other things. If he had not suddenly met Yang Lan'er, he might have forgotten all the hardships in his life.

He had heard what Qin Muyan had just whispered.

Mu Feng had no idea about sin before, and he didn't understand it now, because the person who summoned him only provided resources for him to practice, including elixirs and weapons. Everything was done perfectly. What else did he lack? Now, Mu Feng suddenly realized that what he lacked was common sense, a more common sense understanding of cultivation.

Because he seemed to have trouble understanding what Qin Muyan and Yang Lan'er were saying.

What sin? How did he become a puppet?

Yang Lan'er's eyes flashed, she saw the problem, and her smile got bigger.

Mu Feng's strength was obviously built up by someone behind the scenes. He was only concerned with improving his strength without considering the consequences at all.

In Mu Feng's current state, it is impossible for him to become a god. He can only become a Demon Emperor because he is in the ethereal Demon Realm and there is no heavenly tribulation.

Otherwise, with Mu Feng's pitifully low state of mind, he would have been struck to pieces by the heavenly calamity.

Moreover, if it was really for his own good, why didn't they reshape his body and let Mu Feng remain in the soul state? Qin Muyan said that Mu Feng was the spirit of this formation, and it was obvious that the demon cultivator had a backup plan.

"So what if you are very strong? You are still a novice in cultivation. Do you know what the person who saved you is going to do? What are you talking about running away? I want to see what happens to you!" Yang Lan'er nestled in Qin Muyan's arms and said leisurely.

After hearing this, Mu Feng's heart moved. He didn't want to believe it, but he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Moreover, Mu Feng finally realized the key question, how could Yang Lan'er be so powerful now? Was she playing tricks on him when she was on Earth? After practicing, Mu Feng realized how badly he was tricked by the system, because the invincibility he once thought of was so ridiculous in the eyes of the cultivators.

As for more, he didn't have time to think about it. Every day was filled with various practices and he had no time to think about anything else.

Yang Lan'er didn't understand why Mu Feng hated her so much? Was it just because she killed him once? Yang Lan'er had obviously forgotten that it wasn't just killing him once, it was chopping him into pieces!

At that time, Mu Feng had a substitute, the Scarecrow, so he was not completely dead and waiting to be resurrected, so that feeling always remained in his heart.

In addition, since then, his life, which used to be one where he could get whatever he wanted, became even worse than before. Mu Feng's deepest memory before his death was the pain he felt when Yang Lan'er killed him.

Therefore, this hatred can no longer be erased.

Just when Mu Feng was about to say something, a flute sound came from afar. Mu Feng, who seemed to still be rational, suddenly stopped moving. It seemed that his remaining sanity had disappeared, and he became numb.

Even a novice in cultivation could see that something was wrong in this situation. Mu Feng was clearly being controlled.

"How shameful is it? You're still hiding now." Qin Muyan said lightly, and waved his wide sleeves elegantly. The sound of a flute suddenly rang out, and a man in a black cloak fell out.

Yang Lan'er saw that Mu Feng was still motionless, his mind seemed to be wiped out and his soul was sluggish.

"This is..." Yang Lan'er was embarrassed. She wanted to see what would happen to Mu Feng. Why was his mind suddenly wiped out? Even if such a soul was destroyed, it would not be Mu Feng with his memories. His sense of satisfaction was greatly reduced.