Please come down when it gets dark

At the same time as Feng Shenjun's voice sounded, he had already arrived in front of me.

At this time, Fuyao God Lord Feng Chuyang was also covered in blood, with blood dripping down his forehead, and his right arm was bent at an incredible angle.

There are at least seven or eight wounds on his body. If an ordinary fairy is not dead, he might not be able to move, but this Fuyao God stands in front of me as if nothing is wrong.
I pointed to the injury on Feng Chuyang's body, and said:
"Master Shen, why don't we do this for today?
I won’t bully you either. If anything happens, you can heal your injuries before talking about it.”

After hearing what I said, Feng Chuyang laughed grimly and said:
"So what if you are Guangwu Heze?
Did you just get back the Immortal Law?
Haven't reached the level where the immortal law and the soul are combined into one?

The you now are not as good as the little fairy who just ascended.

Thinking that Han Rang, who is like a joke, has fallen, can he do anything to me, a god?

Come on, come on, Lord God, I will teach you the last lesson."

While speaking, I didn't see Feng Chuyang move.

It was as if his chest had been hit by a sledgehammer, and his knees softened and he knelt on the ground.

The blood flowed out continuously from the pores of my whole body. I wanted to run the immortal method to heal my wounds, only to find that the immortal method in my body was messed up.

At this time, the immortal magic in my body seemed to no longer belong to me. It was completely unable to condense and function, and kept bumping back and forth in my body. Every time I bumped, I spurted out a mouthful of blood.

If this trend continues, within a few seconds, my life will be over.
Just when my consciousness began to blur, Feng Chuyang said again:
"Do you know the difference between God and you now?

I know it's too late.
I will take your soul out now and use your fairy soul to nourish my son.

In the next life, he will become an immortal and attain the Tao, just like finding something out of a bag."

Before Feng Shenjun finished speaking, my heart suddenly moved. Did this old man just say that the immortal law and the soul have merged into one?

Give it a try, it’s just a lost soul anyway, no matter how bad it is, how bad can it be?
While Feng Chuyang was still chattering, I began to try to absorb these fairy arts with my soul without imagination.
What I didn't expect was that just at the beginning, my soul was like a huge magnet, absorbing all the rampant immortals in my body at an incredible speed.

In just a few breaths, all the immortal magic in the body was absorbed by the soul.

Originally thought that the soul and the fairy art were integrated, and then the fairy art could be manipulated to repair the body's injuries.

But the fairy method is like a mud cow entering the sea, it can no longer be found, not even a trace.
What's going on?Where is my magic?
At this time, Feng Chuyang, the god of Fuyao who was still chattering, suddenly let out a strange laugh.

Then he looked at my powerless appearance, reached out and grabbed my arm, and hit his finger on the inch-off ruler.

After taking his pulse, Feng Shenjun took a deep breath, looked at me and said:
"You really merged the soul and the immortal law?

You really believed what I just said?
Lied to you.
The soul can control the immortal method, but it must not be combined with the immortal method
If you are a god, you will know this taboo.
Want to know what the consequences of doing that would be?

Your soul will become a mindless fairy puppet.
As long as I make a little preparation, the soul of Guangwu Heze will become my puppet.
Who would have thought that Guangwu Heze would end up like this in the end.
If you become an immortal in this life, the first thing you will do to guide the heavenly official is to tell you that your soul cannot absorb the magic of immortality.

You have suffered the loss of not being a god in this life."

I stared at Fuyao Shenjun in front of me, feeling annoyed for a while. I never thought that I would suffer such a huge loss in the end.

While I was still able to speak, I opened my mouth forcefully and said to Feng Chuyang:
"I'm not at a loss—at least I'll give you the ultimate successor"

Hearing my words, Lord Fuyao laughed out loud as if he had heard a funny joke.After the laughter, he squatted on the ground, patted my face, and said:

"Have you forgotten?

I am Fuyao God
Who said I only have one son?

For sons like Feng Baihu, I have left more than 100 sons in this world.
Ordinary little gods leave seeds in the mortal world, that is, to eliminate sins in the mortal world.

But God is different
The gods left seeds in the mortal world, and the heavenly emperors pretended not to know.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, the Emperor of Heaven would not want to fall out with the Lord of Gods."

When he said this, Feng Chuyang, the god of Fuyao, turned his head and glanced at the place where Su Baihu's dead body fell to the ground.

Then he continued to look at me and said:

"If you didn't say that just now, you wouldn't doubt my words at all.

I made my soul into a puppet."

While speaking, Feng Chuyang counted the time, and then continued to say to me:
"It's almost done. The soul has almost become a puppet.
Try the color first.
Tell me, what is the background of that little Taoist priest?
In the fight just now, he actually had the upper hand.
If I hadn't given up a soul puppet, I might be the one who died over there."

Looking at Feng Chuyang's appearance, he seems to have already decided that my soul has become his puppet.

But why do I faintly have the feeling of regaining control of the fairy art?
The fairy method this time is a little different from just now, it seems to have nothing
Seeing that I didn't answer, Feng Chuyang frowned, and just when he was about to ask me again, I took the initiative to say:
"Mingyue is the illegitimate son left by the Emperor of Heaven in the mortal world."

This was beyond Feng Chuyang's expectation. He looked at me with a look of disbelief and said:
"impossible
God can't."

"Feng Baihu can be your son, why can't Mingyue be the son of the Emperor of Heaven?"

Hearing that the tone in my words was wrong, Feng Chuyang looked at me coldly and said:

"Your soul has not absorbed the immortal magic.
Impossible, I tested."

While speaking, Feng Chuyang reached out and touched my forehead.

It seems that he doesn't dare to take risks anymore and plans to get rid of me first.

When his palm was about to touch my forehead, my body suddenly teleported tens of meters away.

I was seriously injured just now, and I can't move anymore.

He was obviously waiting to die, why did he dodge this uncontrollably?
It's not just me, Feng Chuyang's face is also full of disbelief.

He couldn't figure out how I still have the ability to control my body when my soul has absorbed the magic.

In addition, he was also seriously injured, so he didn't dare to chase after him.
Our eyes met and neither of us spoke.

After a while, they turned their heads to look at the 'little Taoist' Mingyue lying in the ruins at the same time.
The 'little Taoist priest' was still lying motionless in the ruins. At this time, his body was lifeless.
Mingyue is dead