Chapter 4380 Wing Lord!

"I haven't lost yet! I haven't lost yet!"

Young Master Xuan Ce's eyes were bloodshot, staring at Ling Feng, gritting his teeth, "I won't lose! I won't lose!"

At the same time, Ling Feng also released the incarnation of the Chaos Demon Ape, restored his original body, stared at Young Master Xuan Ce, and said in a deep voice: "Stop it, Brother Xuan Ce, everything can still be saved."

"Room for recovery? From the moment I was born, there was no room for recovery! All he left for me was hatred! I won't live at his mercy! No!"

Young Master Xuan Ce roared and screamed hysterically, and the blood in his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if countless resentful souls were roaring in them. The aura around him began to surge wildly, and the demonic energy raged like a tide, dyeing the surrounding void into a deep black.

His voice was low and hoarse, like a call from the Netherworld: "Fuck fate! Fuck!!!"

In an instant, Young Master Xuan Ce's whole body shook, and his whole body was covered with a layer of dark dragon scales again.

The black fire burning on the dragon scales suddenly became substantial, turning into black dragons, entwining his body, and the dragon roar and the devil's roar intertwined, forming a terrifying force that could shake the world.

Even though he could no longer use the huge dragon magic body as before, the devil energy that burst out of his body at this moment was even more domineering and condensed than before.

I'm afraid that at this moment, he has completely given up on himself and sunk into the endless resentment of the dragon devil ancestor.

"Buzz!"

The void trembled, and as his dragon claws waved again, the space seemed to be completely torn apart at this moment, and a dark space crack spread out from his palm, approaching Ling Feng.

"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell, die, die, die!!!"

The voice of the young master Xuan Ce was low and hoarse, like a call from the underworld, and every word was accompanied by the surge of devil energy, shaking the void to crack into hideous cracks.

He suddenly rose up, and in a flash, he turned into a black lightning, rushing towards Ling Feng. Wherever he passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, leaving a series of shocking black tracks.

"You have been completely possessed by the devil!"

Ling Feng's face was solemn, feeling the terrible devilish nature from the depths of the soul of Master Xuan Ce, which was very similar to the time when he was controlled by the power of Shura.

What kind of hatred does he carry on his body!

Ling Feng clenched his fists, perhaps because of some kind of sympathy, or perhaps because he was eager to know the truth behind all this. At this moment, he must pull Master Xuan Ce back from the devil's way!

"Calm down!"

Ling Feng shouted, and the Ten Directions Annihilation in his hand changed from a long halberd to a long sword, surrounded by the brilliant light of the interweaving of the immortal and demonic energies, and stabbed Master Xuan Ce with a sword, fighting with him.

However, Master Xuan Ce had already lost his mind, and his attacks became more fierce, with each strike being a desperate fight to the death.

Ling Feng could only continue to swing his sword, and the power of immortals and demons intertwined into an airtight defense network, barely resisting Master Xuan Ce's overwhelming attack.

Inside the Tianyan Fortress.

The Yuankun Immortal Emperor cursed, "I thought the winner had been decided, but I didn't expect that the young man of the Shenlong clan would be so crazy. What happened in the end?"

"The Shenlong clan is the descendant of the Ancestral Dragon and has the blood of the Ancestral Dragon. In ancient times, they were also the leaders of the ancient demon clan. Later, Long Zhan (the name of the previous generation of Dragon Lord) was defeated by Xu Zun, so he led the ancient demon clan to submit to Xu Zun and became a vassal of the Tiandao clan. In theory, since Elder Shenglin united with the ancient demon clan to rebel against Yi Ting, he shouldn't hate Ling Feng, a descendant of the Tiandao clan, so much."

The Haocang Immortal Emperor was also a little confused and couldn't understand where the hatred of the young master Xuan Ce came from.

The other several dominant immortal emperors also found it difficult to understand Xuan Ce's behavior.

Only Hao Rong, who was the most loyal to Yi Ting, snorted coldly and said, "In my opinion, that guy is simply a lunatic!"

Hao Cang, Yuan Kun, and the Great Yu Saint Emperor looked at each other, all too lazy to pay attention to Hao Rong. Hao Cang took a deep breath and continued, "After the Shenlong clan surrendered, it was directly managed by Yi Zun. Could it be that something happened between Yi Zun and the Shenlong clan?"

The Yi Zun mentioned by Hao Cang was Ling Yi, who had participated in the Black Stone Trial with Ling Yuan (Ling Taixu) and later entered the Road of Apocalypse together.

After Ling Taixu awakened the blood of the Heavenly Dao, the eight tribes of the Northern Wilderness were integrated into one place and became the Heavenly Dao clan.

Ling Yi became Ling Taixu's right-hand man and was respected as "Yi Zun".

As famous as him are "Wind Zun" Ling Feng and "Yang Zun" Ling Yang.

Among the three, the one with the highest cultivation is Feng Zun Lingfeng. After all, when Ling Feng returned to the ancient times, he had been borrowing the body of "Lingfeng", which was also a good fortune for him.

The Wing Zun Lingyi is the Grand Marshal who commands all the troops among the three Zun under Ling Taixu.

His status is like the commander-in-chief of the current war alliance.

If there is some kind of grudge between the Shenlong clan and this Wing Zun, perhaps it is the fuse for the young master Xuan Ce to hate Lingfeng so much.

Of course, these are just Hao Cang's guesses.

"Wing Zun has always been steady and should not have a feud with the Shenlong clan. But Yang Zun, it's hard to say..."

The Immortal Emperor Yuankun also frowned and analyzed.

Only these old antiques know a little about the things in the ancient times.

"In short, Xuan Ce is at the ancestor level after all. With such a life-and-death fighting style, I'm afraid that Ling Feng will not get any advantage!"

The Great Yu Saint Emperor frowned. It was a pity that the battle at the ancestor level was no longer something that they, the dominant immortal emperors, could intervene in.

...

Deep in the void outside the sky.

The battle between Ling Feng and Young Master Xuan Ce became more and more intense, and the entire void seemed to have turned into their battlefield.

Stars fell, the void shattered, and space cracks spread like spider webs, releasing destructive energy fluctuations.

The figures of Ling Feng and Young Master Xuan Ce shuttled through the void, and every confrontation was accompanied by a deafening roar and brilliant light, as if the entire universe was trembling for their battle.

As Master Xuan Ce roared hysterically, the aura around him suddenly became violent and chaotic. The black demonic energy gushed out from every pore of his body like boiling magma, wrapping his entire body in it, forming a twisted and hideous demonic shadow.

His eyes were as red as blood, and there seemed to be countless demons dancing wildly in his pupils, which was a sign of complete possession of the devil.

"Go to hell! All of you go to hell!"

Master Xuan Ce's voice was dull and terrifying under the wrapping of demonic energy. His figure shook, and the demonic energy around him began to show a strange dark red color!

Boom!

The void roared, and Master Xuan Ce's body was like a blood thunder, rushing straight towards Ling Feng. The speed was so fast that it almost exceeded the limitations of time and space, making people dizzy.

He had actually begun to burn his own original power!

Ling Feng looked at Master Xuan Ce's blood-red eyes filled with hatred and clenched his fists.

Although Xuan Ce's words were crazy and repetitive, Ling Feng had already guessed some of them.

He hated not himself, but his fate.

The fate left to him by the previous Dragon Lord.

"Xuan Ce, since you don't believe in the so-called fate, then why don't you dare to face it? Face it?"

Ling Feng's voice echoed in the void. He tried to use words to awaken a trace of Xuan Ce's rationality, but the only response to him was a more violent attack.

At this moment, Ling Feng's mind turned quickly and he suddenly remembered something.

The Soul-Calming Flute!

Han Xiao, the descendant of the evil dragon, was infected with the time plague, and the evil dragon power in his body was completely out of control. It was also the Great Evil King Yi Feng who awakened him with the Soul-Calming Flute.

And at this moment, the Soul-Calming Flute was in his hands.

Speaking of it, it was really a cycle of cause and effect.

If Ling Feng hadn't obtained Ling Ruoshui's Tianshang Guqin first, how could he have taken back the Soul-Calming Flute from Yi Ting's hands.

And at this moment, this pair of affectionate objects happened to be in his hands.

Moreover, he also learned the Requiem from the young Yifeng, which was just in use at this moment.

With a flash of dim light, Ling Feng took back the Ten Directions Annihilation and replaced it with an emerald jade flute.

Ling Feng took a deep breath, gathered all the strength in his body into his fingertips, and gently touched the eyelet of the Requiem Flute.

The next moment, a melodious and mysterious flute sounded, penetrating the hustle and bustle of the battlefield and reaching the deepest part of people's hearts.

The sound of the flute was sometimes low and mournful, like crying and complaining; sometimes it was high and passionate, deafening. Every note contained the power of purification and soothing. Gradually, the surrounding demonic energy began to dissipate, and even the violent figure of the young master Xuan Ce was paused.

"Requiem Flute!"

"Requiem!"

For a moment, tears flashed in the eyes of the Grand Archbishop Wan Guihai.

"It's been so many years. I never thought that I could still hear the requiem of the evil king in my lifetime!"

"Requiem..."

Yu Bingqing murmured in a low voice, as if she sensed a mysterious power that was calling her.

"A song of calming the soul, Ruoshui, oh Ruoshui, only you can compose such a song."

The White-robed Master clenched his fists. Of course, he knew the origin of this requiem.

This was originally a song that Ling Ruoshui played to help the Great Evil King suppress the power of the Heavenly Evil in his body!

And in the island in the middle of the lake of Tianzhi, the song that Ling Ruoshui played again and again was this, the requiem!

Inside the fortress, the three patrolling masters obviously recognized this requiem.

After all, Yi Feng was once a comrade-in-arms and brother who fought side by side with them against the demons!

"Ah! Ah! Stop blowing! Stop blowing!"

Young Master Xuan Ce had a look of pain on his face, and he covered his ears with his hands, not caring to continue attacking Ling Feng.

Ling Feng was delighted when he saw this, and the sound of the flute became more urgent and powerful. He understood that this was the only chance, and he must pull Young Master Xuan Ce back from the evil path before he completely lost his mind.

"Xuan Ce, wake up! Don't be completely swallowed by the resentment of the dragon demon!"

Ling Feng's voice, accompanied by the sound of the flute, penetrated the depths of Young Master Xuan Ce's soul. The next moment, Young Master Xuan Ce's eyes became a little dull.

His body trembled slightly, as if he had found a ray of light in the endless darkness.

"Roar!——"

The next moment, a cloud of black smoke rose up from within Young Master Xuan Ce's body, and it turned into a twisted dragon head, roaring and screaming, "No! Don't listen to his instigation! Believe in me, only I can lead you to become the real master! No one can manipulate your fate again! No one can!"

"Dragon Demon!"

Ling Feng's eyelids jumped suddenly. It seemed that the Dragon Demon was really not a good person. He could still retain a trace of resentment and wanted to control Young Master Xuan Ce.

These ancient demon ancestors were indeed not easy to mess with.

At that time, Keweili had the blood power of the Sea Demon King. It was still difficult to refine the original demonic energy of the Sea Demon King, and she narrowly escaped death.

And the young master Xuan Ce was also deceived by the Dragon Demon Ancestor!

Ling Feng took a deep breath and continued to play the Requiem. He didn't believe that the Requiem created by the two ancient geniuses, the Great Evil King and Ling Ruoshui, could not deal with the resentment of the Dragon Demon Ancestor!

However, at this moment, a feeling of weakness swept over him. After all, it was a battle with a dominant strongman like Xuan Ce. Both the mana and the power of consciousness had been consumed.

If this continues, I am afraid that I can't suppress the resentment of the Dragon Demon Ancestor!

"Hehehe..."

The Dragon Demon laughed wildly with resentment, "It seems that you are just a spent force! Xuan Ce, listen to me, kill him! Only by killing him can you truly dominate your own destiny!"

"Kill him! Kill! Kill!"

The blood light in Xuan Ce's eyes flashed again, and he was afraid that he would lose control again.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, Ling Feng was surrounded by colorful divine light, and it was the Tianshang Guqin, which flew out from the Five Elements Heavenly Palace.

The Guqin circled around Ling Feng, and then, it "whoosh" flew straight to Yu Bingqing.

The Tianshang Guqin and the Soul-Calming Flute were sentient beings that Ling Ruoshui and the Great Evil King had sacrificed together.

At this moment, by chance, the Soul-Calming Flute recognized Ling Feng as its master, and the Tianshang Guqin followed Ling Feng's emotional roots and took the initiative to find Yu Bingqing.

She and Ling Feng had a common heart alliance.

Although the Dragon Soul Wind Soul Jue was destroyed, the power of unity remained in the bodies of the two.

Under the inspiration of the friendship treasures, the Tianshang Guqin and the Zhenhun Flute, the power of unity sleeping in Ling Feng and Yu Bingqing's bodies actually awakened the Dragon Soul Wind Soul Jue, the two Dao source instruments, again!

However, at this moment, the power of unity has been attached to the Tianshang Guqin and the Zhenhun Flute respectively.

Naturally, the Tianshang Guqin chose Yu Bingqing as its master.

"Li!"

The phoenix sang in the sky, and behind Yu Bingqing, a nine-colored phoenix soared into the sky. Then, the Tianshang Guqin directly fell into Yu Bingqing's arms. When the divine light flashed, Yu Bingqing was brought to Ling Feng by the Tianshang Guqin.

The two looked at each other and had already communicated with each other.

The next moment, Yu Bingqing moved the Tianshang Guqin, and the chords of the harp and the zither were exactly, the Requiem!

Ling Feng's spirit was instantly lifted, and the dragon soul in his body also awakened instantly, turning into a golden dragon, entwined with the colorful phoenix behind Yu Bingqing.

Dragon and phoenix sing in harmony!

At the same time, the sound of the flute and the sound of the piano merged together, and in an instant, the dragon demon's resentment dissipated!

"Brother Yifeng, Ruoshui..."

The White-clothed Venerable looked at the two figures in the void, and vaguely seemed to see the former Great Evil King and Ling Ruoshui.

A faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and all his obsessions were completely dissipated at this moment.

There was a buzzing sound in his body, and the White-clothed Venerable knew that his state of mind had completely transcended and reached the realm of Tianyi.

He was about to take the last step and be promoted to the realm of the ancestor!

After this matter was over, it was time to face his own ancestor's catastrophe. (End of this chapter)