"I can't forget it for a moment!"

Ye Wuque's voice was cold, with a hint of indifference.

The miserable experience in his childhood, his own death, and the desperate pain were like a knife engraved in the depths of his soul.

If it weren't for his father and mother who saved him at all costs, he would have died long ago, and there would be no present at all.

And he already knew from Senior Chu that the three Ye family members who got his ancestral blood were still alive!

Buzz buzz buzz!

At this moment, the spiritual mist in the soul image began to surge violently, and the training ground seemed to be getting clearer and clearer.

"Wuque, when you were persecuted, the master and mistress never stopped looking for the truth! Because that Madam Yu did it all by herself."

"Someone is helping in secret!"

"The one who helped is also an accomplice who is unforgivable!"

"That is the person wrapped in the mist."

Uncle Fu slowly recounted what happened in the past, and Ye Wuque also nodded slowly.

In the memory ban, he has seen everything that happened in the past.

Madam Yu is the mastermind.

But the guy hiding in the mist is also an accomplice!

Without this person, Madam Yu would have difficulty accomplishing anything on her own.

"The master and mistress have been investigating this person's identity, and the Seventh Ancestor is also helping, but this person is hiding very deeply, and there should be someone helping to cover it up, so it is difficult to find him."

"And the three Ye family members who got your ancestral blood were also protected by the Ye family and never showed up."

"Because the Ye family knew that the master and mistress would never give up."

"However, later the mistress got some pictures specially sent by the Ye family."

"And what you are seeing now is one of them."

At this moment, the spiritual mist in the soul image has completely dissipated, and the cultivation field is also completely clear. In the central noble place, in the infinite spiritual energy ocean, a figure suddenly appeared!

It was a small figure!

Sitting quietly with his back to the picture, he seemed to be only eight or nine years old. The divine light was overwhelming, and the infinite brilliant aura was overflowing from his body. The void in all directions was roaring, and the spiritual energy ocean was boiling!

Countless rare and exotic animals evolved around this figure, and the Dao rhyme was steaming, cracking the heaven and earth. At the same time, there was an indescribable breath rushing up to the nine heavens and suppressing the earth!

Dominant! Invincible

!

As if a... king!

Even through the soul image, at this moment, there was a strong feeling of hair standing on end and spiritual sense warning.

Powerful!

The breath emitted by this small figure in the soul image made Ye Wuque understand that even now, in front of this figure, he was as small as... an ant!

He stared at the small figure with his back to it, and his bright eyes flickered slightly, as if he had guessed something.

And the next moment, the terrifying vision in the soul image began to subside, and everything returned to calm.

The small figure moved slightly, as if he had finished practicing. He reached out with one hand and casually grabbed a jade bowl next to him. In the jade bowl, there was a crystal clear liquid flowing, and endless rays of light rushed out, and it turned into a dragon and phoenix shape to resist the void.

This is enough to prove that the crystal clear liquid in the jade bowl is an unimaginable rare elixir!

Grabbing the jade bowl, the little figure drank it all.

His small body once again burst into infinite brilliance, overwhelming the ten directions!

After everything that happened last night, the figure put down the jade bowl and slowly stood up. The ocean of spiritual energy around him was like a shadow, constantly evaporating.

Ye Wuque could see clearly that on this little figure, there was a brilliant battle armor, which fit him perfectly, flashing a faint brilliance, giving people a sense of perfection and invincibility.

And as this little figure stood up, the entire sky seemed to be shorter, and the ten directions of the void were bowing to him!

At this moment!

From the inner edge of the soul image, a vicissitudes of life figure slowly walked over. After being ten feet away from the small figure, he stopped respectfully, bowed and saluted, and said hoarsely: "Congratulations, young master, your cultivation has reached a new level!" At

this moment, the small figure finally turned around slowly and revealed his true face!

Ye Wuque's eyes, which had been narrowed, flashed a cold light at this moment!

This face!

He naturally knew it!

It was the son of Mrs. Yu at the beginning, the oldest of the three people who got his ancestral god blood... Ye Xuanji!

The little face of Ye Xuanji in the image was expressionless. He spread out his hands, clenched them slightly, and said to himself: "Ancestral god blood..."

The vicissitudes of life old man on the side bent his waist even lower!

"What's the matter?"

Ye Xuanji looked at the old man and spoke casually with a hint of indifference in his tone.

"Reporting to the young master, there is news that Ye Zhengrong and his wife are desperate to resurrect their son... Ye Wuque!"

"It seems that there is hope of success!"

The vicissitudes of life old man said cautiously.

"Oh?"

Ye Xuanji responded, but there was no extra expression on his face. He was still calm and indifferent. He just turned and walked to the side, where there were many well-polished stones.

Ye Xuanji waved his hand, and a stone flew up and landed in front of him, floating in the air.

"Young Master, your grandfather asks for your opinion, whether to secretly stop Ye Wuque's resurrection..."

Tear!

A roar of metal clashing interrupted the words of the vicissitudes of life old man!

Ye Xuanji put two fingers of his right hand together, as if writing something on the stone, and after being interrupted, the vicissitudes of life old man did not dare to say anything more, but bowed his head in silence. After

writing a few more strokes, Ye Xuanji stopped, with a divine light in his eyes. After staring at the stone in front of him for a few breaths, he said indifferently without looking back: "What if you successfully resurrected?"

"Just a piece of waste that died prematurely."

"Even if he is intact, I can't see him in front of me."

"Because..."

Tear!

The collision of metal and iron, the roar reappeared!

Ye Xuanji waved his fingers again.

After a few strokes, he retracted his hand.

In front of him, three sharp and sharp words appeared on the stone!

Ye Zhengrong!

It was the name of Ye's father.

Staring at these three words, the divine light in Ye Xuanji's eyes turned into endless murderous intent and arrogance!

"My goal from beginning to end is only... Ye Zhengrong!"

"In the future, I will use his head to commemorate the spirit of my mother in heaven!"

"As for his son?"

"Not even his name is qualified to ring in my ears."

Along with these words, the unparalleled king's pressure once again shone from Ye Xuanji's body to the sky, causing the spiritual mist of this training ground to boil again and cover everything again.

The soul image ended here.

Ye Wuque stood quietly, expressionless, with a pair of bright eyes without any emotion, only indifference.

At this moment, Uncle Fu beside him sighed softly: "This should be the picture released by the Ye family on purpose, wanting the master and Zhu Zhu to see the growth of this Ye family son, to kill people and destroy their hearts."

"In the picture, he has obtained your ancestral god blood for exactly two years. At the age of ten, he has already...become a king as a teenager!"