Shock! How could the useless Second Miss be a spiritual god?

Jun Chengqian saw that he knew everything and knew that there was no need to pretend anymore.

With a ferocious look on his face, he waved his arms viciously, and his hands tightly grasped Jun Moli's neck like iron pliers, and he shouted with gnashing teeth: "It is a great honor for you to save my Yan'er with your life!"

"You ignorant little bastard, do you know why I let you go in the first place?"

Jun Chengqian stared at the person in front of him with his eyes wide open, and continued to roar, "You are just worried that Yan'er will encounter an accident one day, and I can use you to buy back his life!"

The anger burning in Jun Moli's eyes almost turned into reality: "I am also your son. You treat me differently like this, it is really unforgivable!"

"Humph, it's all because your mother is a bitch from the Night Demon Palace! I failed to kill her with my own hands ten years ago, which is the thing I regret most in my life!"

Jun Chengqian's eyes flashed with ferocity and his tone became increasingly vicious. Faced with such a threat, Jun Moli was still unwilling to obediently offer his body.

Seeing this, Jun Chengqian took advantage of the brief flaw in Jun Moli's rage and cast an illusion without hesitation.

Jun Moli was trapped in the Six Paths Dragon Pillars with chains wrapped around his body. In an instant, the spiritual power in his body was rapidly lost like a dam bursting. He was forcibly imprisoned by Jun Chengqian. At this time, Jun Moli was almost no different from an ordinary mortal.

Jun Chengqian's own illusion technique has been practiced to the highest level and is extremely deceptive.

The next moment, Jun Moli felt as if his consciousness was being gently pulled by an invisible big hand, gradually drifting away from the real world, and his eyes began to become chaotic and lifeless.

In a trance, he saw a majestic palace. On the huge stone door were three large characters "Yesha Palace" engraved in a flamboyant style.

There is a magnificent sea of ​​flowers in the Yesha Palace. In the center of the sea of ​​flowers, a swing sways with the wind. On the swing sits a beautiful woman, smiling at Jun Moli.

This woman is none other than the mother that Jun Moli has been thinking about and dreaming about for many years.

"Li'er, are you willing to live here with your mother forever?"

"Here are your supreme elders and grandfathers, each of whom possesses special skills, as well as your uncles and aunts, who all love you very much, and your brother Ye. You grew up together and are as close as brothers."

Deep in his memory, these people are the ones who truly care about him and love his family.

When the beautiful memories came back to his mind, he realized that he had always deeply loved the people here and that had never changed. Jun Moli shouted without hesitation:

"I am willing!"

Jun Chengqian, who was standing aside, stared closely at Jun Moli who had fallen into the illusion, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a satisfied smile.

He had already expected that this little bastard's favorite was still the gang in the Night Fury Palace.

Although Jun Moli harbored resentment towards the Night Demon Palace because of his interference over the years, he also knew that the memories deep in a person's heart could never be erased.

What an ungrateful person!

Jun Chengqian's originally calm expression gradually turned gloomy as his thoughts turned, and there seemed to be surging waves rolling in his eyes as deep as a pool of water.

This expression did not last long. After just a moment, he quickly returned to normal, and his handsome face once again showed his usual indifference and arrogance.

"Humph, that bitch is dead!"

Jun Chengqian snorted inwardly, and his eyes immediately fell on Jun Moli in front of him.

"And this little bitch is about to go and join her damn mother!"

You know, he is the Lord of the Temple, the most honorable and supreme being in the mysterious world of the Gods! Why would he bother with those who are already dead or about to die?

Jun Chengqian couldn't help but sneer.

He waved his right hand lightly and took out the treasure that he had just obtained from the spirit tribe with great difficulty.

Jun Chengqian carefully split the magic weapon into two parts, placing one piece on Jun Moli's body, and the other piece on Jun Moyan who was lying in the coffin.

At the moment when the two attractions touched their bodies respectively, two extremely strong white lights burst out.

Jun Chengqian's expression did not change at all when he saw this. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and an extremely powerful divine force gushed out from his body.

Jun Moli and Yu Moyan were immediately sucked into the air at lightning speed.

The powerful divine power was like an extremely tough rope that bound Zhao Yin tightly. Under the control of this divine power, Zhao Yin released magical power.

Under the control and guidance of Jun Chengqian's powerful divine power, Jun Moli's three souls and seven spirits miraculously slowly separated from his own body. Jun Moyan's soul followed the mysterious power and entered Jun Moli's body bit by bit.

The summoning that was divided into two continuously released strands of divine power, as if it was guarding the soul at all times, keeping it from dispersing or extinguishing.

Soon, Jun Moli's soul was suppressed by Jun Chengqian's powerful force in a small corner inside his body.

At the same time, Jun Moyan's soul seemed to have found a home and slowly merged into Jun Moli's body.

"This summon is truly a treasure unique to the people of Huanmengze!"

Jun Chengqian couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, while increasing the strength in his hands.

Looking at this magical scene in front of him, a fire ignited in his heart, burning fiercely, "No wonder Ling Yu dared to take the huge risk of being severely punished by the Heavenly Dao and brutally slaughtered the entire Huanmeng Lake. It turned out that this summoning was so powerful."

This magical scene was still going on before his eyes. Jun Chengqian stared with his eyes wide open, without blinking. Unconsciously, he had almost completely believed the ancient legend about summoning the soul to condense it.

The so-called summoning of souls and spirits can reverse reincarnation.

Originally it was just a mysterious rumor circulating in the world, but at this moment, when he saw it all with his own eyes, Jun Chengqian truly realized that this legend might not be groundless. Although his Yan'er was unfortunately brutally killed by that guy Ye Canglan, fortunately, Yan'er's soul was not damaged.

As long as he can find someone of the same clan and origin as him, and let this person be willing to sacrifice his body, then with the magical power of summoning, his Yan'er will have hope of coming back to life. In Jun Chengqian's opinion, Jun Moli is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate!

……

When Ye Chun and others stepped into the Western Region, all they saw was flying yellow sand. The scene was exactly the same as the central hinterland of Lincang Continent.

This vast desert seems to have no end. The strong wind blows sand and dust in your face, making it almost impossible to open your eyes.

As soon as Ye Chun and his party entered this place, a sense of familiarity surged into their hearts. In an instant, they felt as if they had returned to the peak of paradise, on the same day when the sky was filled with wind and sand.

“Hey, this Western Region is a notoriously poor place. It is said that even water is very scarce!

You said before that your Lingxiao Palace has rich spiritual mines. Is this true?

And it's incredible that everyone has a divine beast accompanying them! "

Ye Chun hugged Duan Pengfei with a suspicious look on his face, his tone full of doubt.

Ye Chun was not the only one who had such thoughts. The other companions in the group also had doubts to some extent.

After all, the Western Regions have always been famous for their sparse population and barren land, and such rumors have been passed down through the ages.

However, all the disciples of Lingxiao Palace are accompanied by divine beasts, and they are extremely generous in their daily activities. This is really unbelievable. Could it be that the news about the Western Regions that has been passed down orally since ancient times is wrong?

While everyone was racking their brains to think hard, many disciples of Lingxiao Palace nearby had proud looks on their faces.

Looking at everyone's puzzled expressions, they laughed secretly in their hearts but did not explain too much.

"Brother Ye, these are just superficial phenomena. Seeing is not necessarily believing. Look at the city of Moro below you, and then look at the other towns around you."

As he spoke, he pointed to the city in the distance and the small towns scattered around it.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and saw that although the towns were small, the buildings were arranged in an orderly manner, and the streets were bustling with people coming and going.

Duan Pengfei stood in mid-air. He stretched out a finger, pointed downward, and said loudly: "Look, everyone. Although they appear to be poor and destitute, that is just an appearance!"

Everyone here is a cultivator, so naturally their hearing and eyesight are sharp, and their vision is far superior to that of ordinary people.

After hearing what Duan Pengfei said, everyone looked in the direction he pointed.

Not far away, there were two ragged old men holding a piece of obsidian that looked like a chopping board. They were using such a precious object as a tool for cutting vegetables. The food they were cutting was just a pile of rotten leaves.

On the Lincang continent, even an obsidian the size of a fingernail would attract endless scrambles.

However, the huge obsidian plate before their eyes, like a chopping board, was being destroyed so wantonly by these two old men!

Just as everyone was amazed, their attention was attracted by another scene.

They saw a middle-aged man whose body was tanned black as charcoal by the sun, holding a spear made of spiritual jade and digging the ground vigorously.

Spiritual weapons made of spiritual jade can be regarded as rare treasures among many magical weapons.

But now, this treasure is actually used by this middle-aged man as a tool for digging, which is simply a waste of talent!

Isn’t this a huge waste and desecration of treasures?

What is even more infuriating is that even though the middle-aged man was already exhausted, panting and sweating profusely, he did not use even a bit of his spiritual power to lighten his burden.

This scene made everyone present extremely furious, and the rage in their hearts burned like a volcano about to erupt!