Nine Ways Divine Dragon Art

Chapter 442 The Descendants of the Gods
After seeing Ling Yun's true appearance, the man saw his piercing eyes immediately burst into a beam of golden light, firmly locked on Ling Yun's handsome face.

"Yun'er,...you...how did you come here? Could it be that you were also arrested by them?"

The snow-white-haired man is none other than Ling Yun's biological father, the messy one Ling Yun has always hated.

"I'm here to see if you're dead. If you're dead, I'll collect the body for you. After all, we're father and son. If you're not dead, I'm going to take you back and watch for my mother."

Ling Yun answered angrily, and then turned his eyes aside, not meeting the apologetic eyes of Ling Lun.

"Yun'er, I'm sorry for my father. Ying'er's death was caused by my father alone, so no matter how much you hate my father, my father will not have a single complaint. My father only asks you to be safe. Father will have no regrets."

After speaking in a mess, he immediately sighed deeply, but not long after, his face became tense.

"Yun'er, get out of here quickly! Otherwise, when that old bastard Wang Beixie comes later, you probably won't be able to leave."

With a nervous look on his face, he saw that Ling Yun had no intention of leaving, so he urged him, but at this moment, Ling Yun seemed to be like a stone, no matter how much he pushed, he couldn't make him move.

"You don't have to worry about my affairs. Even if that old bastard Wang Beixie comes, so what? Besides, that old bastard can't protect himself now, so how can he have time to pay attention to me?"

For the messy push, Ling Yun didn't stay loyal, as if using the mess as air, and let it hang aside.

"What, Wang Beixie can't protect himself? Could it be that thing was born?" Hearing Ling Yun's words, the messy look immediately revealed a look of horror.

Seeing the panic-stricken and messed-up mess, Ling Yun looked at him with some puzzlement, because Ling Yun didn't know why he had to show a look of fear when he heard Wang Beixie's words that he was in danger.

"What's the matter? Don't you know Wuming? Do you know the Hall of Soul Evil?"

Although Ling Yun didn't know why Ling Luan was afraid, his tone was still stiff and he asked with dissatisfaction.

"Sure enough! Alas! The battle between gods and demons after billions of years is finally coming! It seems that the Dragon Soul Continent is about to fall into the flames of war again."

Ling Luan didn't answer Ling Yun's question, but said something on his own, and then he turned his gaze to Ling Yun who was at the side.

At the same time, the messy expression suddenly became extremely serious at this moment, and even Ling Yun saw a trace of determination in his eyes.

"Yun'er, since you know about the Hall of Soul Evil and the existence of Wuming, you should have been to the Nine Dragon Tower, right?"

"Because you only know these extremely secret things when you go to the Nine Dragons Tower. If your father's guess is correct, you have already obtained the inheritance of our ancestors of the Ling family."

Ling Yun was taken aback when he heard this. He didn't expect that Ling Luan knew about the Soul Pagoda, and also knew the situation of the Hall of Hunsha and the owner of the hall, Wuming.

So Ling Yun, who was puzzled, immediately asked, wanting to know what the relationship between the Wuming of Hunsha Temple and their Ling family was.

"How do you know about the Soul Sha Temple? And why do you say that the inheritance of the gods in the Soul Pagoda is the ancestor of our Ling family? Could it be that our Ling family is the descendant of the gods?"

Ling Yun spoke in astonishment, because what Ling Lun said made him feel deeply shocked, and he didn't even believe what Ling Lun said.

"Yes! You are right. Our Ling family is indeed the descendant of the gods. At the same time, the soul tower you mentioned is actually not called the soul tower, but the Nine Dragons Tower."

"The Nine Dragons Tower is the personal artifact of Ling Haoran, the ancestor of our Ling family. It has the same effect as another artifact."

"However, tens of thousands of years ago, the ancestors of our Ling family lost the Nine Dragon Tower and another artifact, the Nine Dragon Scepter. Otherwise, our Ling family would not have fallen to such a point."

After speaking in a mess, his eyes were full of complex expressions, as if he was feeling sorry for the loss of the Nine Dragon Tower and Nine Dragon Scepter.

However, when Ling Yun heard about the Nine Dragons Scepter, he became a little excited, because the Nine Dragons Scepter is currently in Ling Yun's Cosmos Bag.

"The other artifact you mentioned, wouldn't it be this scepter?"

After being excited for a moment, Ling Yun slowly took out the Nine Dragons Scepter wrapped in gauze from the Qiankun bag, then tore off the gauze and handed the Nine Dragons Scepter to the messy body.

With slightly trembling hands, Ling Luan carefully took the Nine Dragon Scepter handed over by Ling Yun, and then shed two tears of deep meaning with a look of gratification on his face.

"Good! Good! Good! The inheritance has been obtained, the artifact has been returned, and the day when my Ling family will come back must not be long."

After saying hello three times in succession, Ling Luan returned the Nine Dragon Scepter to Ling Yun, and then said to Ling Yun cautiously.

"Yun'er, this Nine Dragons Scepter is related to the life and death of my Ling family. You must protect it. Currently, the owner of the Hall of Soul Evil is unknown and has left the suppression of the Nine Dragons Scepter, so he will immediately, Kill the disciples of our Ling family."

"So you have to raise your strength to the level of Dragon Venerable as soon as possible, otherwise we won't be able to resist the massacre in the Hall of Soul Evil."

Hearing these messy words, Ling Yun nodded slightly. It was only at this moment that he knew that the hatred between himself and the Hall of Soul Demons had reached the point where it could not be resolved.

Because of Hunsha Temple and Wuming, Ling Yun's ancestor Ling Haoran, who was also the god of heaven, suppressed them in the Nine Dragon Tower.

If it wasn't for Ling Yun not knowing what was going on for a while, and without knowing the situation, he accidentally released the Hall of Soul Evil, then there would be no Wuming today.

"Don't worry about this matter! I will definitely not let Wuming harm the creatures of Dragon Soul Continent again, and I will not give him a chance to make trouble."

Ling Yun said with a firm face, but at this moment, Ling Yun suddenly felt a powerful sense of consciousness rushing towards him quickly.

Seeing this, Ling Yun frowned tightly, so he grabbed Luan's right hand, and quickly shot towards the outside of the Hun Sha Hall.

However, Ling Yun's speed was a step slower after all, because at this moment, there was already a figure floating in front of him.

According to the previous title, he would be Wang Beixie, but since Wang Beixie's body was taken away by the Holy Master, the one standing in front of Ling Yun now is Wuming, the Lord of the Hall of Soul Demons.

Looking at the smiling Wang Beixie, who should not be called nameless, Ling Yun couldn't help but feel a great pressure on his head.

"Little friend, I haven't seen you for many years. I don't know how you've been doing recently? Why did you leave in such a hurry when you just came to my Soul Evil Palace? Why don't you stay and drink tea with me!"

After Wuming said this, his smile froze at this moment, and at the same time, a monstrous murderous aura descended on Ling Yun's head.

(End of this chapter)