"Don't worry, I'm prepared for a long time, just waiting for the opportunity."

Ye Wushuang smiled and looked outside again.

"Okay, the time is ripe! Qingxuan, are you ready?"

Xiao Qingxuan pulled Ye Wushuang tightly, shook her head desperately, and she burst into tears, "No, Master, absolutely not!"

"Silly girl, don't worry, I've made arrangements!"

Ye Wushuang gently tapped Xiao Qingxuan’s forehead, “If you don’t believe me, look!”

Ye Wushuang pointed and Xiao Qingxuan looked at the outside world. Huang Wutian was sitting cross-legged with pain at this moment, soaked in cold sweat.

Xiao Qingxuan looked at Ye Wushuang in extreme surprise, "Master, what's going on?"

“Didn’t I slapped him just now?

I added some ingredients to that slap!"

Ye Wushuang looked cold, "Don't touch some things in your life, and don't worry about some people for the rest of your life. If you think about them, death will be light!"

Xiao Qingxuan colded slightly and said in a low voice, "Master..." Ye Wushuang smiled and the coldness on her body melted instantly, "Don't worry, protect me!"

Xiao Qingxuan nodded silently, Ye Wushuang pulled Xiao Qingxuan's little hand comfortably, and then sat cross-legged.

Soon, a phantom floated out of Ye Wushuang's body and smiled at Xiao Qingxuan. Xiao Qingxuan's eyes were full of worry, "Master, be careful, I'll wait for you to return safely!"

Silently, Ye Wushuang's true spirit soul merged into the space and soon appeared in the Holy Dragon Empire Palace.

In the palace, Huang Wutian had already cross-legged and closed his eyes, as if he was in a kind of nightmare and frowned.

Ye Wushuang turned into a stream of light and flashed into Huang Wutian's body.

The waves of Emperor Wutian’s bitter sea are surging, and bursts of blood come from the shore of the bitter sea.

Ye Wushuang's soul suddenly appeared, and a thunderbolt appeared in the sky.

"Ye Wushuang!"

A sound of gritting teeth sounded, full of old age and hatred.

Ye Wushuang looked up and found that a phantom-like soul was floating in the air above the sea of ​​suffering, with mysterious golden runes on his body like a big net that wrapped the phantom-like soul tightly.

"Emperor Wutian! Don't be fine!"

Ye Wushuang spoke indifferently, looking at the old phantom, "It seems that you have not been doing well these days!"

"You, you are not taking over the body! You are awakening memory!"

The old phantom screamed.

Ye Wushuang's appearance at this time was exactly the same as his body, not like the old man. His body was Xiao Ziqing's body, and he was still a floating remnant soul on the sea of ​​suffering.

"Whatever you think."

Ye Wushuang said lightly, "Have you found Xiao Ziqing?"

"He is just a brave mouse. I don't know where to hide in the boundless sea of ​​suffering! I have been looking for him for more than a year, but I haven't found his trace!"

"Well, then I'll feel relieved."

Ye Wushuang spoke indifferently, "How is this blood curse not bad, right?"

"It's you! Ye Wushuang, why! I have no grudges with you in the past, but I have no grudges in recent days. Why can't you get along with me!"

"Huang Wutian, you are so vindictive and have the face to tell me why you have no grudges in the past and no grudges in the past?"

Ye Wushuang's tone was cold.

"You know the reason why the disaster is not as good as the family, right?"

Even if there is a grudge between you and me, you shouldn't let someone harm the Leng family dynasty!"

"Okay! OK! You let me go, let me go, I will immediately ask Uncle Xiao to return the military talisman!"

"Also, I can help you arrest my nephew and let him kneel in front of you and repent for his father's evil deeds!"

"As long as you let me go, we will work together to deal with Huang Wuji!"

Emperor Wutian promised like a cannon. Those who had died once knew the great terror between life and death. Emperor Wutian wanted to die! Ye Wushuang's expression was indifferent, "If I had known today, why would I have been there!"

After saying that, Ye Wushuang waved his hand, and the golden runes began to rotate and flash.

"No! What did you do to me! I want to kill you! Ye Wushuang! I want to kill you!"

Huang Wutian screamed in panic, frightened and extremely angry.

"This spell is called the 'Puppet Lock Heart Curse'. It was given to me by a 'friend' of the Tianxuan Holy Dynasty. At that time, he was too enthusiastic and I couldn't refuse, so I had to accept it."

"Puppet Locking Curse! No, it is impossible, it is impossible for someone to give you this curse! You must have practiced this gatekeeper technique yourself, and you will be punished by God!"

Ye Wushuang's puppet lock curse originated from the original Sima ancestor. Ye Wushuang lifted the original Sima ancestor's puppet lock curse and captured the spell alive with soul-capturing techniques.

The spell then remained in Ye Wushuang's body until he met the spellcaster by chance in the Leng Family Dynasty. The man touched the puppet lock heart spell, which had been subdued by Ye Wushuang, and planned to control Ye Wushuang.

As a result, it was found that Ye Wushuang's sea of ​​suffering was unique, so he had the intention to seize the corpsal, and the entire soul carried all his vitality into Ye Wushuang's sea of ​​suffering.

After a fierce battle, the spell caster completely turned the puppet lock heart spell into Ye Wushuang's thing at the cost of the vitality of the soul.

"You may not believe it after saying that. Someone made a special trip to break into my sea of ​​suffering and forced me to give it to me."

Ye Wushuang said lightly.

"What! You actually killed the strong man who took over you?

He also took his magic?"

Huang Wutian looked frightened.

"It's almost the same!"

Ye Wushuang spread his hands, "Do you have any last words?"

"Ah! What are you going to do!"

"Send you to the road! The dust returns to the dust, the soil returns to the soil, and those who have died for thousands of years should not want to be resurrected!"

Ye Wushuang's eyes turned cold and his palms closed.

The golden runes tightened one after another, and Huang Wutian screamed in horror, but he could not break free from the runes that were as if they were alive.

"No, Ye Wushuang, you can't kill me! I know a big secret from Huang Wuji. If you let me go, I will tell you if you let me go!"

"It's better to bring this secret to the grave! Remember, don't easily touch my reverse scale in the next life, as it will die if it touches it!"

After saying that, Ye Wushuang held the palm of his hand and the twisting rune suddenly collapsed.

"Bang!"

Huang Wutian turned into a powerful and pure spiritual power floating on the sea of ​​suffering.

Ye Wushuang looked at Wuzhu's remnant soul power and sighed slightly. A grudge that spanned five thousand years was over.

But, how should the new grudge end?

Ye Wushuang calmed down and stopped thinking about it. There were still some things that needed to be solved.

"Xiao Ziqing!"

Ye Wushuang suddenly spoke loudly, "I'll finish the remnant soul for you! I'll leave this sea of ​​bitterness and soul power to you!"

After waiting for a while, the waves of bitter sea suddenly surged, and a slightly weak figure appeared, and it was Xiao Ziqing.

"Thank you, mercy!"

Xiao Ziqing knelt half-kneeling in the void and saluted Ye Wushuang.

"Yes, the soul is quite complete and the mind is quite clear!"

Ye Wushuang nodded, "When the remnant soul appeared, I guess you were also taking the initiative to give up control of your body based on the intention of being a master of the times, right?"

Xiao Ziqing nodded, "Yes, I practiced the magic he gave me at that time, and every move was as expected by him. I couldn't fight at all. I had no choice but to compromise and wait for the future."
Chapter completed!