"Holy Soul Burns!"

Ji Xuangu raised his sword and shouted angrily. The character "Ji" between his eyebrows finally dissipated. Then the golden energy directly filled the whole body, and the exhausted energy was replenished again.

At the same time, some dusty memories also awaken.

A bitterness suddenly appeared on Ji Xuangu's face, and finally turned into a turbulent anger, "Yuan Wuji..."

The unexpected name was shouted out from Ji Xuangu's mouth. Not only the Evil God of Baqi was stunned, but even the righteous and evil people watching the battle were also full of confusion.

"Why did the Holy Religion call Yuan Wuji's name?"

Yu Lijing looked confused.

And the darkness suddenly lit up his eyes, "Does there be a grudge between them? If he comes to deal with Yuan Wuji, he will definitely help me kill the people who bullied me."

Above the peak in the distance, Tan Wulu, Mo Zhaonu and the others suddenly looked at each other, and all kinds of speculations were surging in their minds.

"Tianhun, you have finally awakened!"

Just as I was holding my breath, a plain sound came from the sky.

As the colorful auspicious clouds fill, a gorgeous figure carries her hands on her back, standing proudly on the clouds.

The calm eyes seemed to be unfathomable in the abyss, and they just looked at Jixuan Valley below.

"Heavenly Soul?"

As soon as this word came out, everyone was stunned at first, and then various associations emerged.

"Is Ji Xuan Valley also Yuan Wuji's soul divided?"

Tan Wuyu spoke in surprise, and even with his wisdom, he never linked the two together.

Because the characters of the two are really different.

In the past, even if there are many incarnations of Yuan Wuji, there are traces to follow.

The country is easy to change, but the nature is difficult to change.

Because all Yuan Wuji's souls have one thing in common, no one has ever thought that the saint Wushuang, who dares to be the first in the world, would be related to Yuan Wuji.

This is something that neither Di Ming nor Ji Jun had ever thought about.

Especially the very gentleman, because when Ji Xuan Valley appeared, he and Yuan Wuji had not reached a deal of "one soul and two bodies", so he never doubted this identity.

The Emperor Confucian Wushang also shook his mind and a mouthful of blood was overflowing, because Ji Xuan Gu was a person he personally affirmed, and the power of benevolence was definitely not something that evil people could control.

But now...

"Is it true that the Holy Confucians are..."

Yu Lijing murmured, then looked at Mu Lingfeng. They couldn't imagine how Feng Ru would face and bear it if this was the case.

"Impossible, Xuan Valley is Xuan Valley, it's impossible..."

Mu Lingfeng was stunned at first, then shook his head quickly and said firmly.

"The game seems to be more interesting!"

Emperor Wujian Changxing was not in a hurry to take action. He looked at Ji Xuangu and Yuan Wuji who suddenly appeared with interest.

"Well? Yuan Wuji has such a deep plan!"

The world of Shi was also disgusted. He wanted to use Ji Xuangu's hand to kill Yuan Wuji who was bullied on her, but he didn't expect that the two were probably the same person.

At this moment, Wu Tianxia's face looked ugly as if he had eaten a child.

"Sister, it seems you will never be able to turn over."

The sweet girl on the side suddenly chuckled and looked at Wu Tianxia Youyou with an ambiguous look on her face and said, "From now on, sister, you may have to be happy under him. Your kingly turmoil will be terminated here."

"Shut up!"

Hearing the teasing of the sweet-hearted girl, Wu Tianxia couldn't help but scold her, but now, she was just the queen of the ghost prison on the surface, and secretly she was just the queen of the devil in the devil. There was no difference between the superiority and inferiority under that person.

Or they can only go down.

...

As the holy soul burned, Ji Xuan Valley was covered in white hair and it seemed that two blazing flames rose in its eyes. The sword tip was aimed at Yuan Wuji in an instant.

"Tianhun, whether you admit it or not, you cannot change your origin. You are one of my three souls. When you were sneak attacked by the Nijun, you have everything that happened later. Now, it's time to return!"

Yuan Wuji slowly fell from behind his hands, looking at Ji Xuangu and said calmly.

Ji Xuangu wanted to say it was impossible, but the sudden obvious relationship between the memories in his mind and the two after the seal was unbuttoned, all of them showed that what the other party said was true.

but……

Ji Xuangu's shoulders trembled, and his hand holding the sword veins burst out. Ji Xuangu, who could be calm even when facing death, suddenly became scared and afraid.

But he still turned around and looked towards the Confucian Sect and looked at Mu Lingfeng.

Complex emotions such as guilt, reluctance, and grief are intertwined in their eyes.

Seeing Ji Xuangu's expression like this, Mu Lingfeng felt even more painful, but soon, she shook off the hand that Yu Lijing blocked her body, and took a few steps forward and shouted firmly: "Senior Brother, you are you. No matter what the reason is, I believe you are just you after all, not anyone!"

trust.

Mu Lingfeng's eyes were shocked, suspicious, and fear had disappeared, and only trust was replaced.

"I believe in you. No matter what your relationship is, you will always be Ji Xuan Gu, my husband of Mu Lingfeng, and Ji Feng's father."

"No matter what the result is, you will not be Yuan Wuji, you are just Ji Xuan Valley!"

When the sonorous words came out, Mu Lingfeng looked affirmative, and everyone in the Confucian sect behind him also reacted.

"The Lord of the Holy Confucians, we believe in you!"

Yu Li Jing spoke, and everyone agreed, with a solemn and firm expression.

At this time, the Emperor Confucian Wushang also stood up with the help of the hero Wushang. Even if he only breathed a sigh of relief, the Emperor Confucian Wushang still had the power. "Ji Xuan Gu, you are the one I recognize, and you will always be the five holy scholars of Haozheng Wushang. What a shit Yuan Wuji, let him eat shit."

Yuan Wuji naturally heard the emperor's supreme scolding, and his eyebrows raised, and a murderous intent appeared in his eyes. However, it was not the time to deal with the Confucian Sect. He looked at Jixuan Valley and slowly stretched out two fingers, "You don't have much time. Will this sword kill you yourself? Or will the Evil God of Baqi?"

Yuan Wuji is full of confidence in himself, and also in the Heavenly Soul.

No matter how you change or what your personality is, it is yourself after all.

The maximization of benefits is imprinted in the depths of the soul.

He believes that the Heavenly Soul has its own judgment if it is in line with the overall situation or is more beneficial to deal with the Eight God of Baqi.

"Ah..." Ji Xuangu roared to the sky, and the blue sky crystal in his hand was already attached with a layer of platinum holy flame.

The fireworks gradually ignited Ji Xuangu's arm along the sword body, and the blazing holy flames continued to spread.

"Xuan Gu!"

Seeing this scene, Mu Lingfeng was excited and suddenly broke free from the obstacles and wanted to rush forward.

"Be careful that she gets angry and knocks her out!"

The Emperor Ru Wushang suddenly shouted, and the Xia Ru Wuzhi on the side was about to take action, but Mu Lingfeng suddenly stopped and his expression suddenly became calm, "No need."

The calm words and the ancient well are not wavering, but they are more worried.

At this moment, Ji Xuangu looked at Mu Lingfeng again, his lips moved slightly, and only two words remained, "Sorry!"

Feel sorry……
Chapter completed!