Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2594 Father

The Dragon God’s… wings.

After hearing the words of the White Tiger God, Ying Baoyue suddenly saw a thick fog in front of his eyes, and a huge skeleton was crawling in the thick fog.

"Baoyue? Baoyue!?"

It was only when he heard Murong Yin's scream that Ying Baoyue realized that he had been distracted.

"What's wrong with you? Are you hallucinating?" Murong Yin shook Ying Baoyue's shoulders.

Ying Baoyue shook his head. "I don't know. It should be nothing."

The White Tiger God gave her another meaningful look, and looked up at the fierce battle in the sky. "It seems that the Azure Dragon still does not intend to regain his original power."

Ying Baoyue's heart beat violently for some unknown reason. "If he regains his original power, what will happen to his human part?"

"I should have said that, right?" White Tiger God frowned, "It will probably disappear completely."

"I wasn't sure at first. Don't you understand after seeing the thing in its current state?"

The White Tiger God pointed at Chun Yuye and said, "That guy probably doesn't even recognize his own mother now. His mind has been completely corrupted by the evil god."

"But……"

Ying Baoyue hesitated to speak, "He still recognizes me."

"That's because he has an obsession with you," the White Tiger God said calmly, "The time he can regain his will is getting shorter and shorter. I guess he wants to die when he wakes up."

Ying Baoyue felt an indescribable dull pain in her heart, "He...can't change back again?"

"Do you think you can change back to that form?" The White Tiger God rolled his eyes. "It's no longer in human form. Is the Evil God something that can come and go as it pleases?"

"Even if the Great Immortal comes, we can't separate."

"That state is definitely not a clone. He and the white dog have become one, sharing life and death together."

Life and death together...

The white dog god was born, Chunyu was born at night.

The White Dog God died, and Chunyu Ye died.

The dull pain deep in Ying Baoyue's heart had almost numbed her. She asked woodenly, "Then how can he be relieved?"

"Do you need to ask me about this?"

The White Tiger God glanced at her calmly and said, "You have already been an Eighth God. Don't you know that?"

Ying Baoyue closed his eyes and was speechless.

The child in the bag and the pair of green eyes she saw in the cloud forest appeared before her eyes again and again.

"Qinglong seems to want to free him," the White Tiger God's voice rang above her head, "It's a pity that He can't do that now."

"It is not appropriate for Him to recover His original strength now."

Ying Baoyue asked in a low voice, "Who can do it?"

The White Tiger God actually sighed, "I have to say, at this point there is only one person in the world who can kill this monster."

"It's just you, Lin Baoyue."

The dull pain in Ying Baoyue's heart disappeared, leaving only loneliness.

She opened her eyes and tightened her grip on the sword, "I understand."

The White Tiger God was a little surprised, "Don't tell Qinglong that I told you this."

"Even if you don't say it, I understand it," Ying Baoyue stood up straight with the sword in hand, and looked up at Li Ji and Chunyu Ye who were fighting to a standstill.

Even without the White Tiger God saying it, she understood.

She still remembered the look in Chun Yu Ye's eyes when he pushed her out of the cave in the snowy mountains.

It was also her fault that he became what he is now.

"Teng Snake, I have something to trouble you with," Ying Baoyue touched the tattoo on his collarbone and said softly. Baihu seemed to have noticed something and raised his eyebrows, "Hey, you..."

"Wait, Baoyue, don't..."

Before Murong Yin could grab Ying Baoyue who was about to talk to Teng Snake's clone, a loud noise suddenly came from the battlefield on the ground.

"father!"

Nothing happened to Li Ji who was fighting Chunyu Ye in the sky, but something happened to Ji Mo who was fighting Yun Zhongjun.

Ji Mo covered his chest and took a dozen steps back, blood gushing out of his chest.

Faced with Yun Zhongjun who took the opportunity to approach, Ji Jiashu was furious. He drew his sword and took his father's place to fight with the opponent.

Although his realm was not as good as Yun Zhongjun's, he was able to resist the opponent with his momentary courage and thunder-like swordsmanship.

"Chunhua-kun?"

Murong Yin frowned, glanced at Ying Baoyue and was ready to fight, but the next moment he was pulled back by Dongfang Yi.

"Mountain ghost, this is inappropriate."

Dongfang Yi shook his head at the woman. "This is a battle between Donghuang Taiyi and Yunzhongjun. Ji Mo has not admitted defeat yet. If other sons of gods intervene, it means he loses."

Every battle between level twos counts, and even losing just one battle will result in a change in the rank of both sides.

"His son has already intervened, so does that not count?" Murong Yin frowned.

"Chunhua Jun is only at level three, so it won't be a problem," Dongfang Yi said, "but it will be different if you intervene at level two."

"Ji Mo won't let him take over for long."

As expected, after the third move between Ji Jiashu and Yun Zhongjun, the hand holding the sword felt numb and sore. He gritted his teeth in resistance and tasted blood in his mouth.

At this moment, he heard a stern shout in his ear, "Don't be so stubborn, get out of the way!"

A more powerful figure pushed him away, and a long sword with stronger sword energy picked up his sword, blocked Yun Zhongjun's sword, and blocked him behind him.

Ji Jiashu looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in front of him, "Dad?"

It was not the first time that he had seen this figure from behind, but in the past, this figure had given him a ruthless and cold feeling.

For the first time, he felt that this figure was safe and tall.

Ji Jiashu felt a little uneasy. Was his father angry? Was he angry that he had interfered with his fight?

"Well done," Ji Mo said calmly without looking back, "You have grown up and can stand on your own."

Ji Jiashu was stunned.

This was the first time in his life that he heard praise from his father.

"You are a cultivator who stands tall and proud," Ji Mo slashed through Yun Zhongjun's sword energy with his sword, "but it's too early for you to defeat such an opponent."

"Your lord is over there, go and protect her."

Before Ji Jiashu could answer, a huge force came from the air and pushed him towards the direction of Ying Baoyue and others.

At the same time, the sword energy on King Gou Jian of Yue's sword became stronger, and the sword fire burned towards Yun Zhongjun all over the sky. Ji Mo even plunged into the sword fire.

Yun Zhongjun retreated in the flames, looked at the man who seemed to be burning in the flames, and narrowed his eyes, "Master Ji, are you going to fight me to the death?"

"You are not worthy of me doing this for you," Ji Mo sneered. He glanced at Ji Jiashu who was caught by Ying Baoyue behind him, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"My son is not bad, is he?"

"Your son is indeed a young talent," Yun Zhongjun licked the blood from the corner of his mouth that had just flowed from the battle with Ji Jiashu, "I originally thought that the child born to you and Da Siming would be more talented."

"It doesn't matter who is more talented, they are all my children," Ji Mo looked at Yun Zhongjun expressionlessly, "I am different from you, a madman who sacrificed his own son to the evil god."

Yun Zhongjun's eyes turned cold, "What do you know about me?"

"I don't understand," Ji Mo narrowed his eyes, "What I don't understand the most is why you want to work for the person who wiped out your entire family?"

A loud thunder sounded in the sky, and Yun Zhongjun's face changed suddenly.