Chapter 1072

"Brother Feng, how did you get out? Has the ancient power been refined?"

In the main hall of the Dragon God Palace, as soon as Ling Xiaoxiao came in, he saw Feng Wuchen's figure, and immediately asked with joy.

Seeing Ling Xiaoxiao with a sweet smile, Feng Wuchen's face, couldn't help showing a bright smile.

"Xiaoxiao, didn't you accompany my mother out? Are you coming back so soon?" Feng Wuchen asked with a smile, hugging Ling Xiaoxiao, who had come up, into his arms.

"I just went to the auction. I bought some treasures with Aunt Xiao at the auction. Aunt Xiao was afraid of delaying my cultivation, so she came back." Ling Xiaoxiao smiled.

"Where's Brother Feng? You haven't said why you left the customs." Ling Xiaoxiao looked at Feng Wuchen and smiled.

Feng Wuchen shrugged and said with a smile: "After the refining of the ancient power, I encountered a bottleneck, and it was difficult to improve my cultivation, so I had no choice but to leave the customs."

"Brother Feng's current cultivation base should be in the realm of half-true gods, right?" Ling Xiaoxiao guessed and asked.

Feng Wuchen nodded slightly and said, "Forget it, although it is only half a step away from the True God Realm, it feels very far away."

"Don't worry, breaking through the realm of true gods is by no means easy, and not everyone can break through, but I believe that Brother Feng will definitely be able to break through the realm of true gods." Ling Xiaoxiao said with a smile.

"I'm not in a hurry to break through. Instead, I'm worried about the person who took away the blood of the Emperor." Feng Wuchen frowned slightly.

"Senior Yanlong and the others have been investigating for half a month, but there is no progress. Brother Feng's worries are useless." Ling Xiaoxiao said softly.

"What's the use of them dumping the Demon Lord's body? Is it possible to live the Demon Lord? It shouldn't be possible, the curse of the soul has been removed, the soul is scattered, the Demon Lord will surely die, and it will never be possible to resurrect."

"That evil aura is undoubtedly from the Demon Race, and the blood of the Emperor Donghuang must also be taken away by this person. It is different from the eyes that monitor me. Who are they?" Feng Wuchen didn't startled the snake. , I just want to know the origin of this person.

Obviously, when Feng Wuchen killed the Demon Lord and turned the Demon Lord's body into ashes, Feng Wuchen had noticed that the Demon Lord's body had been dropped, but he didn't stop it.

"Brother Feng, what are you thinking about?" Ling Xiaoxiao asked when she saw Feng Wuchen was a little distracted.

Feng Wuchen smiled slightly, pinched Ling Xiaoxiao's delicate and charming face with her fingers, and said with a smile, "It's nothing, just a little worried."

"Reporting to the master, the Yin-Yang family has aura in the space." At this moment, Yan Long's respectful voice sounded, and then appeared out of thin air in the hall.

"The Yin-Yang family?" Feng Wuchen was stunned for a moment, then frowned and asked, "The Yin-Yang family's clan members disappeared strangely, where did the aura come from? Do you know who they are?"

"This aura is very chaotic. It seems to contain the aura of a devil. I'm not sure. This person is in the second-rank realm, and I don't know who he is. In addition, there is a faint aura of the devil." Yan Long reported respectfully.

"The aura of the Demon Race? Could it be the Demon Heaven?" Feng Wuchen frowned and guessed that apart from the powerful Demon Race breath, only the Demon Heaven was alive.

"Brother Feng, let's go take a look." Ling Xiaoxiao said solemnly.

Feng Wuchen nodded and led Ling Xiaoxiao to disappear, followed by Yanlong.

When Feng Wuchen and Ling Xiaoxiao reappeared, they were already in the Yin-Yang family space, and the speed was terrifying.

With Feng Wuchen's current cultivation base, no matter which corner of the continent, Feng Wuchen can reach in a single thought.

"Feng Wuchen! Xiaoxiao!" The Yin-Yang Heavenly Soul who was cultivating immediately noticed Feng Wuchen's aura, and his expression changed drastically.

"Why did this guy suddenly come to the Yin Yang family?" Yin Yang Tianhun couldn't help but worry.

The current strength of Yin-Yang Heavenly Soul is basically no match for Feng Wuchen, not to mention that he is still in the state of cultivation, the bloodline power of the Demon Lord is violent, and it is not suitable for battle at all.

"It's just right! It happened to kill this bastard with the help of Feng Wuchen's hand!" Mo Tian said viciously in his heart, and gleefully glanced at Yin Yang Tian Soul.

"This breath is... the blood power of the Demon Lord, and the breath of the Yin-Yang family. What's going on? Who is he? And the breath of the devil." Feng Wuchen frowned deeply. , more and more that something is not right.

"Brother Feng, this is the breath of the Yin-Yang Heavenly Soul! The young master of the Yin-Yang family!" Ling Xiaoxiao exclaimed in shock, she was too familiar with the breath of the Yin-Yang Heavenly Soul, even if it was confusing, she could still recognize it.

"Yin-Yang Heavenly Soul?" Feng Wuchen looked at Ling Xiaoxiao in astonishment.

"It's definitely his breath!" Ling Xiaoxiao nodded affirmatively.

Yan Long said strangely: "The devil is dead, but what happened to this power?"

"The Yin-Yang family has disappeared strangely, why is there only the Yin-Yang Heavenly Soul? And where did he get the power of the Demon Lord's bloodline?" Feng Wuchen was extremely puzzled. At first, Feng Wuchen noticed that it was not the breath of the Yin-Yang Heavenly Soul that had dropped the Demon Lord's body, but the Demon Lord. the breath of the tribe.

"Could they be a gang? That evil aura is obviously not the aura of Demon Heaven." Feng Wuchen guessed in his heart.

Feng Wuchen didn't think much, and led Ling Xiaoxiao to dodge and disappear.

"Here!" Yin Yang Tianhun's expression was extremely solemn, and he wanted to escape with Mo Tian.

"Want to go?" Feng Wuchen shouted coldly, the monstrous aura rolled out wildly, and the power of time urged it out, directly trapping the Yin-Yang Heavenly Soul.

"Sure enough, it's you!" Seeing the face of the trapped person, Feng Wuchen must be the soul of Yin Yang.

With a thought, the power of time dissipated, Feng Wuchen frowned and asked, "Yin Yang Tianhun, where is the person who dumped the Demon Lord's body? What is your relationship with him?"

"Drop the bag?" Ling Xiaoxiao and Yan Long looked at Feng Wuchen in astonishment, they really didn't know about it.

Yin Yang Tianhun's face was extremely gloomy, and his cold eyes stared at Feng Wuchen.

"Feng Wuchen, the person who dropped the bag was the former Demon Clan Venerable Moruo, and they took away the blood of the Emperor Donghuang. They also did it when the Yin-Yang Family and the Elves disappeared. They absorbed the Yin-Yang Family and the Elves. The power of , just to improve their cultivation, they are all dead!" Mo Tian hurriedly shouted.

"What?" Mo Tian's words caused Feng Wuchen, Ling Xiaoxiao and Yan Long to be shocked.

"Is your own family not spared?" Ling Xiaoxiao trembled, how cold-blooded and ruthless is this?

At this moment, Ling Xiaoxiao felt that the Yin-Yang Heavenly Soul was very unfamiliar, and definitely not the Yin-Yang Heavenly Soul she knew.

"Xiaoxiao, you've known me for so many years, but you don't believe me? Instead, you believe in people from the Demon Race?" Yin Yang Tianhun looked at Ling Xiaoxiao and said with a very sad look.

"Yin Yang Tianhun, what's going on?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly, his eyes turning fierce.

"Do you believe what he said? He just wanted to kill me with your hands. The demons murdered my clan, and I just caught him to vent the hatred in my heart." Yin Yang Tianhunsen said coldly, his face extremely ugly.

"Feng Wuchen, don't believe him, he absorbed my father's bloodline power just to deal with you, and he also wants to get the magic of the soul curse!" Mo Tian roared anxiously. (To be continued)