The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1836 The demons have the lackeys of Erling?

Yes, in his opinion, Jun Moyuan is just his clone.

Mozun moved his fingertips, should he remind him, his brows furrowed slightly on his expressionless face.

Thinking about this being a clone, it was still him after all, so he decided to remind him that after all, he was tricked, and once he merged, he would be the one who was tricked.

"He is not a good thing, stay away from him."

He opened his mouth, and the voice reached Jun Moyuan's mind. Jun Moyuan paused slightly, his dark eyes narrowed into a line.

He looked up at Sea God with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

Although he doesn't like Demon Lord, after all, he is a person who often devours himself, but he still knows himself very well.

Since it is said that this person is untrustworthy, it must be untrustworthy.

Jun Moyuan squeezed Leng Wuyou tightly into his arms without a trace, and stood in the most convenient position for him to do it.

Leng Wuyou could feel these small actions of Jun Moyuan, and she also understood him. Seeing him like this, she knew that there was something wrong with the sea god after all, and her heart was a little bit raised.

The two looked at each other, Jun Moyuan raised his hand and pinched Leng Wuyou's cheek, it seemed that they were flirting, but in fact they were making eye contact.

The vibration on the ground became more and more violent, and with a bang, the front where Sea God was standing suddenly sank.

His hands are often raised, as if something has been lifted out of his palm, and he lifts it up vigorously, his remnant soul looks a little weak.

"Get up."

The Sea God let out a loud shout, raised his breath suddenly, and raised his separated hands upwards.

With a bang, a huge monster rose out of the sunken place.

After a while the ground returned to calm, Sea God let out a long breath, he turned sideways to reveal the object that was blocking it, only then did Leng Wuyou and Jun Moyuan see clearly that it was actually a pill furnace.

A raging golden flame was burning at the bottom of the pill furnace, and there was a gurgling sound inside, as if the water inside had been boiled.

"This is……"

Leng Wuyou cast a suspicious look, Sea God smiled, looked at Jun Moyuan and pointed to the alchemy furnace in front of him.

"He should be able to feel what's in it?"

"But now he has no previous memories, and he probably won't understand what it is, he will only feel familiar."

What Sea God said was right, Jun Moyuan did feel a familiar aura from the alchemy furnace, it wasn't the familiarity of magic energy, but another kind of pull from the soul.

Leng Wuyou kept a serious face, but there was a bit of curiosity in his eyes.

"Oh, so what's in here?"

She didn't ask Jun Moyuan but just looked at Sea God.

The Sea God chuckled, "The things inside are the treasures of the demon clan. It's a pity that only the demon masters of the demon clan can use them. It's really just a hot potato for others to get."

The tone of the latter was a bit emotional, and there seemed to be a bit of injustice faintly.

Like an illusion.

"Demon?"

Leng Wuyou raised his brows, speaking of which he was quite curious about the demons.

In the Lower Realm of Canglan, she had encountered demons several times, and the demons that she encountered were all related to Eling.

This made her think that there are also lackeys of Erling in the demon clan.

Inadvertently, a picture flashed across her mind. It was the battle between the demon clan and the evil spirit that she saw when she returned to the ancient times. The demon king was stabbed in the chest by the betrayer of the demon clan. Zun is, Leng Wuyou turned his gaze to Jun Moyuan.

So the totem curse on his chest was also left over from that battle.

In other words, this man lived for a hundred thousand years, maybe even longer.

Leng Wuyou couldn't help but secretly spit in his heart, old monster.

Pulling back the wandering thoughts, he looked at Seagod without blinking.

"So what the hell do you mean?"

Jun Moyuan's eyes were slightly cold, and he looked straight at Sea God.

Poseidon's expression remained unchanged, he raised his hand and tapped the stove in front of him three times.

Following his three strokes, bloody energy was transmitted from his broken spirit into the furnace in front of him.

(End of this chapter)