Return of the War God

"Unforgettable moment!"

Ye Wuque's voice was very cold and even more indifferent.

The miserable experience of his childhood, his own death, and the desperate feeling of wanting to live, were carved in the depths of his soul like a knife.

If it hadn't been for the father and mother to save themselves desperately, they would have died a long time ago.

And he already knew from Senior Chu that the three Ye's sons who had received the blood of his ancestor were still alive!

Buzzing!

At this moment, the spiritual mist in the image of the soul began to surge violently, and the training dojo seemed to be a little bit clear.

"Wugua, when you were persecuted, the master and mistress never stopped looking for the truth! Because that Madam Yu did all this alone."

"Someone is helping secretly!"

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

"That's the person who is covered in mist."

Fu Bo slowly recounted what happened that year, and Ye Wuque nodded slowly.

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

Mrs. Yu is the mastermind.

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

Without this person, it would be impossible for Mrs. Yu to accomplish anything alone.

"As for the identity of this person, the master and mistress have been investigating, and the Seventh Patriarch is also helping, but this person is hiding so deeply, there should be someone helping to cover it, so it is difficult to find out."

"And the three Ye's sons who got the blood of your ancestor's **** are also protected by Ye's utmost, and they have never showed up."

"Because Ye's knows that the master and mistress will never give up."

"However, the mistress later got some pictures from Ye's specifically."

"And what you see right now is one of the pictures."

At this moment, the spiritual fog in the image of the soul has completely dispersed, and the practice dojo is completely clear. I saw a figure suddenly appeared in the central noble place, in the ocean of infinite spiritual energy!

That is a small figure!

Sitting quietly with his back to the picture, it seems that he is only eight or nine years old, his body is full of brilliance, the whole body is overflowing with infinite splendid arrogance, the surrounding void is roaring, and the aura is boiling!

Countless rare and exotic beasts evolve around this figure, the rhyme of Taoism is transpiring, chapping the world, and at the same time, there is an indescribable aura that rushes to the heavens and the earth!

Domineering!

Invincible!

Like a... King!

Even across the image of the soul, at this moment there is a strong feeling that the hairs are standing upside down and the spirit is warning.

powerful!

The little figure in the image of the soul is just a breath that makes Ye Wuque understand that even if it is the current self, in front of this figure, if the small figure... Ant!

He stared at this little figure with his back facing, his bright eyes flickered slightly, as if he had guessed something.

In the next instant, the terrifying vision in the image of the soul began to subside, and everything returned to calm.

The little figure moved slightly, as if he had finished his training. He reached out with one hand and grabbed a jade bowl at will. Inside the jade bowl, a crystal clear liquid was flowing, and endless glowing light rushed out. , Turned into a dragon shape and a phoenix shape to resist the void.

It is enough to prove that the crystal clear liquid in this jade bowl is such an unimaginable wonder medicine!

Grabbing the jade bowl, this little figure drank it.

Infinite brilliance gushes out of his small body again, coercing all directions!

After all this last night, putting down the jade bowl, this figure slowly stood up, the aura of the whole body following the shadow, constantly transpiring.

Ye Wuque could see clearly. On this small figure, he was wearing a splendid armor, which fits him perfectly, shimmering with a faint brilliance, giving a sense of completeness and invincibility.

And as this little figure got up, the entire sky seemed to be lowered, and the ten directions of voids were all bowing to him!

Just now!

The inner edge of the divine soul image came out, and a vicissitudes of life came slowly. After ten feet away from this little figure, he respectfully stopped, bent over and saluted hoarsely: "Congratulations, young master, the cultivation is one step further!"

The little figure finally turned around slowly at this moment, revealing its true colors!

Ye Wuque's originally narrowed eyes flashed with a cold light at this moment!

This face!

He knows it naturally!

It was Mrs. Yu's son who got the oldest of the three of his ancestral blood... Ye Xuanji!

In the image, Ye Xuanji had no expression on his small face, spread his hands, and after holding it tightly, he said to himself: "The blood of the ancestors..."

The vicissitudes of life on the side bends lower!

"What's the matter?"

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

"Return to Young Master, there is news that Ye Zhengrong and his wife are resurrecting their son desperately... Ye Wuque!"

"It seems that there is hope of success!"

The vicissitudes of life said cautiously.

"Oh?"

Ye Xuanji responded, but there was no extra look on his small face. He was still calm and indifferent. He just turned and walked aside. There was a lot of well-polished stones on the other side.

With a small move by Ye Xuanji, a stone flew up and fell in front of him, floating in the void.

"Young Master, your grandpa is asking for your opinion, should you secretly prevent Ye Wuque from resuming..."

Tear!

A roar of golden and iron strikes interrupted the words of the vicissitudes of old man!

Ye Xuanji's right fingers were brought together, as if something was written on Shikuai, and the vicissitudes of old man immediately did not dare to say more, but bowed his head to silence.

After writing a few more strokes, Ye Xuanji stopped now, and after a pair of eyes were wafting, staring at the stones in front of him for a few breaths, he said indifferently without looking back: "How about a successful resurrection? ?"

"It's just a dead waste."

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

"because……"

Tear!

Gold and iron strike, the roar reappears!

Ye Xuanji waved his finger again.

After a series of pens, he withdrew his hand.

And in front of him, three sharp-edged, infinite words appeared on the stone!

Ye Zhengrong!

It is the name of Father Ye.

Staring at these three characters, the sacred light in Ye Xuanji's eyes turned into endless killing intent and jealousy at this moment!

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

"In the future, I will use his head to pay tribute to the spirit of my mother in the sky!"

"As for his son?"

"Even the name is not qualified to ring in my ears."

Along with these words, that unparalleled king's coercion once again shined from Ye Xuanji's body for nine days, causing the spiritual mist of this side's practice dojo to boil again, covering everything again.

This is the end of the divine image.

Ye Wuque stood quietly, expressionless, there was no emotion in his bright eyes, only indifference.

But Fubo on the side sighed softly at this moment: "This should be the scene that Ye's deliberately released, to let the owner and the attention see the growth of the Ye's son, to kill others."

"In the picture, he received your ancestor's blood for exactly two years. He is ten years old. He is already... the young man is king!"