A thin hand smeared the soul guide from the waist, and a large light pink flower appeared in Yang Yimo's hand instantly, with a light fragrance filled with it.

"Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product... Haha... Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product..."

The immortal grass that the Destroy clan dreamed of is now in front of you, but this is something that my granddaughter has exchanged for her whole life. Yang Wushuang seemed to have been drained of all her strength and looked as if she was dead.

In Yang Wushuang's eyes, ten thousand fragrant silk fairy products are not as good as Yang Yimo!

"Give the Youxiang Qiluo Fairy Products back to Ling Bai! What beautiful girls under his command are all farting!" His right face was swollen, and his voice was hoarse and as if crazy.

Yang Wushuang is also a man. Men understand men the best, just for those dirty things.

"If you give it back to him, what should you do if you get poisoned?" Yang Yimo said persistently. She was not the one who changed her mind easily.

"What's that little poison!" Yang Wushuang shouted violently and slapped the only one of the world's most beautiful fairy grasses to the ground.

"I betrayed the Po clan and am ashamed of the ancestors of the clan! I... am a sinner..."

Many years ago, Yang Wushuang was also full of energy. The two magic guns of the Breaking Clan were famous all over the world. The two brothers' status in Haotian Sect was second only to the title Douluo.

But since the drastic changes thirteen years ago, everything has gone into nothing.

Tang Hao killed the former Pope Qianxunji, which caused the thunderous anger of the Soul Palace. The priest-level monster broke through the pass and led thousands of soul masters to encircle the Haotian Sect.

The main war factions and peace factions within the Haotian Sect argued endlessly, resulting in heavy losses from the four single-attribute clans stationed at the first defensive level.

The Po family has always attacked but failed to defend, killing the most enemies, and the losses suffered are naturally the most serious. During the war, Yang Wushuang and Yang Wudi were broken up. The former had only a dozen weaker tribe members, including the five-year-old granddaughter Yang Yimo.

Yang Wushuang was severely injured and knew that there was no hope of escaping. In order for his granddaughter and his tribe to survive, he chose to surrender to the Wuhun Palace, which became his nightmare for more than ten years.

His originally tall body gradually hunched over, and he also lost the true meaning of the soul-breaking spear, and became an ordinary soul-contra who has not yet made any progress.

Yang Wushuang lowered his head powerlessly. He was like a waste, betraying the clan and unable to protect his granddaughter.

Yang Yimo silently picked up the Youxiang Qiluo Fairy Product. She was five years old that year and was already at the age of remembering. She felt that it was not a fault for Yang Wushuang.

The four single-attribute clans fought desperately to defend the defense for seven days, and more than 70% of the clan members were killed or injured. Her parents and Yang Wudi's son were also tragically killed, but Haotian Sect never sent a single reinforcement.

She always remembers the appearance of those uncles and uncles fighting bloody battles until they died in battle.

The second before they were penetrated by the spear of the Spirit Hall, their bloody eyes were filled with resentment that almost burst out their eyes. What they resented was not the enemy, but the weakness and inaction of Haotian Sect.

Since the Haotian Sect has given up the four single clans, should they continue to fight for the Haotian Sect?

A trace of anger appeared rare in the cold ink-colored eyes. Yang Yimo stared at Yang Wushuang and gritted her teeth and said:

"You are not a sinner, and I won't return the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product to Ling Bai. If you don't use it to detoxify, then I will give my whole life to Ling Bai!"

After saying that, she threw the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product to Yang Wushuang and was about to turn around and leave.

"Wait a moment!"

Yang Wushuang stopped Yang Yimo. For the first time, he discovered that he seemed to not know his granddaughter so well.

"What else is there? I should practice a gun."

"Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Products can not be returned to Ling Bai, but it must be used on you!"

"You are poisoned, but I don't." Yang Yimo frowned slightly. She didn't quite understand what Yang Wushuang meant.

"According to ancient classics, refining the Illusion of the Neo-scented Qiluo Immortal Products in the body, creating a congenital Qiluo body that is invincible with all poisons and open meridians!"

A hint of fanaticism emerged on Yang Wushuang's thin face. Yang Yimo is the most outstanding genius in the history of the Po clan. If she has a congenital body, her future should reach all levels!

"What do you do?"

"The blood of the innate Qiluo body can relieve all poisons. This is my bottom line. If you don't refine it, I would rather be tortured to death by the colorful colors!" Yang Wushuang refused to let go.

"……good."

Yang Yimo thought for a moment that the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product was just to help Yang Wushuang detoxify. Although she didn't know what the innate Qiluo body was, as long as it could achieve the effect.

Yang Wushuang finally showed a smile, and his dry palm grabbed the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product. Black flames rose from his body. Soon, the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product melted into a light pink liquid.

The liquid rolled in the flames like a pink pearl, emitting a faint fragrance.

Yang Wushuang was concentrating on controlling the temperature of the black flames. Condensing the immortal herbs was still a bit reluctant for him now. If he was not careful, it would be the end of the destruction of the immortals.

As the black flame is constantly calcined, the light powder liquid, which is originally half a fist, has shrunk to the size of a thumb.

"Prepare!"

The loud shout suddenly resounded like thunder.

Yang Yimo nodded, crossed his legs to practice, looked at the nose, and looked at the heart, and his mind gradually sinking into his body.

Yang Wushuang drew a circle with both hands, and the light pink liquid instantly rushed into Yang Yimo's body.

Yang Yimo felt a stream of energy flowing happily through the veins and acupoints on her shoulders, and a trace of warmth and coolness slowly penetrated into the skeletal muscles, strengthening them bit by bit...

...

Seven days later, the Soul Palace Academy, the Soul Fighting Arena.

As a grand event in the soul master world, the selection competition for the participating team members of the Wu Soul Palace is naturally extremely eye-catching.

In this selection competition, the most popular figures in the academy will appear, which is undoubtedly a great attraction for the male and female students who regard these people as their idols and their admiration.

Moreover, the team of this competition is led by His Highness the Holy Son. The participating teams will be trained as elder candidates in the future. Whether there is a chance or not, the students want to know who will receive this honor.

Because of this, even though the area of ​​the Soul Fighting Arena is vast enough, it is still crowded with people. Countless students from the Soul Hall Academy squeezed their heads and rushed into the Soul Fighting Arena.

"Elder Yanfeng, you are here too."

"Elder Ju, Elder Ghost, Elder Demon Bear, you came so early."

In the sky, four titled Douluo gathered together.

"There is nothing to do, just look at how Xiaobai selects his team members." Yueguan said with a smile.

"With his personality, he shouldn't be going any more ordinary..."

Mu Yao looked from the sky and saw dark heads and noises that soared into the sky. She said softly:

"I hope he doesn't do anything random..."
Chapter completed!