Mo Qianyu didn't know why he couldn't muster the strength, and was secretly anxious.

The voice of the Holy Emperor's heroic spirit sounded in his mind at the right time: "Young man, why are you so impetuous? This is somewhat inconsistent with your Buddhist blood heritage. Calm down, relax, and let me answer your questions."

"Damn... Do you want to be like this? No matter what I want to do, these heroic spirits can sense it. Damn peeping toms! They were really born in the wrong era and wasted their great abilities. If I could give them this ability,

When you come, you will be even more powerful!" Mo Qianyu just thought about this in his mind. In the realm of the Holy Emperor's heroic spirit, he did not dare to speak nonsense.

"Um??!"

"Hahaha... The young man's ideas are very wild and unrestrained. He is just a little dirty, but he is more consistent with the image in the prophecy of the emperor. He is not bad, a very energetic young man."

There was a hint of smile in the voice of the Holy Emperor's heroic spirit, and for a moment, the atmosphere in the entire soul sea realm became much more relaxed.

"When emotions change, the power of the domain can be affected subconsciously, and it has simply reached the state of becoming one with the domain. If this Holy Emperor Heroic Spirit can walk out of the fifth floor of the dungeon without restriction, then mankind will probably face a huge crisis.

A catastrophe!" Mo Qianyu felt that the pressure on his body was greatly reduced. He was amazed at the ability of the Holy Emperor's heroic spirit. He immediately did not dare to have other messy thoughts and listened to the other party honestly.

"Well, there's something you didn't notice just now. I want you to take a look."

After the Holy Emperor's heroic spirit finished speaking, the lavender mist in mid-air turned into a four-meter-high silver mirror, standing in front of Mo Qianyu.

A scene appeared on the silver mirror. On the fifth floor of the dungeon, Mo Qianyu stood in front of a white jade skeleton. His eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he had been cast under a immobilizing spell, motionless.

The perspective in the mirror continued to move forward, and the full view of the crystal coffin appeared on the mirror.

"What!!!"

"How is that possible! It's her, it's her??"

"Hallucination! This must be a hallucination!"

When Mo Qianyu saw the figure in the coffin, his eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen something incredible. He couldn't help clenching his fists and exclaiming. He felt at that moment like a bolt from the blue, and then another.

It felt like someone had poured cold water on me from head to toe, and my whole body was numb.

In the middle of the platform stands a translucent amethyst coffin. Through the coffin, everything inside can be clearly seen.

In the coffin, stood a noble and glamorous beauty. She opened her eyes lazily, but there was no sparkle in them. She was staring straight ahead, like a statue.

The beauty has a pair of dark golden horns on her head. She looks pure and pure. She stands proudly like a fairy from the world. She looks like a fairy descending from the earth. People dare not look at her. There is a small beauty mole on the top of her right cheek, which adds a bit of charm.

Enchanting. Dressed in purple clothes and fluttering in the wind, with long hair flowing down, she is indescribably beautiful, elegant, and noble.

It was this woman's appearance that shocked Mo Qianyu so much. It wasn't that she was so beautiful. Even if she was ten times more beautiful, with a young man's determination and experience, it was inevitable to appreciate her, but he wouldn't be so surprised.

The key problem is that she looks exactly the same as "Xin Muling", a confidante of Mo Qianyu's previous life!

Xin Muling was a member of the Demon Sect five hundred years ago. She was a hero among women due to her high strength, bold and informal personality, which was completely opposite to her appearance.

Apart from her different clothes and a pair of dark golden horns on her head, the girl in front of her has no face shape, eyes, nose, lips, ears, skin color, figure, hands and feet. There is nothing like her, as if she is the resurrected old person.

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The relationship between Mo Qianyu's previous life "Blood Shura" and Xin Muling is extremely complicated. The two cherish each other, love each other, and their love has been strong for a long time. However, both of them have extremely free and easy personalities and do not want to be tied down by marriage, especially Blood Shura

It is the heart of a prodigal who is completely confused about emotional matters.

Blood Shura's feelings for Xinmuling were very deep. He originally planned to live happily for a few more decades, and when he had enough fun, he would marry Xinmuling.

They are higher than ordinary people. If no accident occurs, decades of time will be like a blink of an eye for them.

Unexpectedly, Blood Shura was besieged by several waves of powerful forces for various reasons, and eventually ended up self-destructing. In the early stages of the final battle, Xin Muling accompanied him to fight together, but was later killed by a

He was tied up by a famous magic sect master and could no longer support him. I don't know if this stubborn beauty was injured in the end...

"How could it be? That female demon Xinmuling? Why is she here? It's so strange!"

Mo Qianyu suddenly raised his head, looked at the old face in the sky, and roared:

"You bastards! What the hell have you done? You were from five hundred years ago, and you f*cking got it here for someone else and put it in a coffin? Are you crazy? If anything happens, just come to me.

,Don’t involve innocent people!”

"I am alone, and my strength is insignificant compared to big guys like you. Is it interesting to torment me like this?"

In the sky, there was no wave on the old face. In Mo Qianyu's mind, the empty voice sounded again:

"Little guy, you misunderstood. We do need help from you, but we have never thought of threatening you to do anything. Instead, we have secretly helped you through difficulties many times."

"Whoever is in the amethyst coffin is not your confidante, but "Feng Geluanwu", the last holy emperor of our Demon Spirit Tribe."

"Back then, when humans invaded the planet Sorensen, the Demon Spirit clan was defeated and the remaining tribesmen retreated into the underground city. In order to prevent humans from pursuing them, the Demon Spirit Holy Emperor was willing to sacrifice himself as a sacrifice and sealed it permanently.

The price is to open the Hell Valley guardian formation "Dutian Fierce Fire Soul Burning Formation"!"

"From that day on, the Demon Spirit Clan lost the inheritance of the Holy Emperor, and the clan members are living in this miserable place. What else do you think we can do? We just want the Demon Spirit Clan to live a good life every day.

Being able to have enough to eat is as difficult as climbing to the sky..."

When Mo Qianyu heard these words, he still didn't believe it. The person in the coffin was obviously Xin Muling, but this Holy Emperor heroic spirit was making things up in an attempt to confuse himself. He couldn't bear it: "I don't care what kind of Holy Emperor you are.

, the sage of the Demon Spirit Tribe, he has nothing to do with me, I only believe in my own eyes, please explain it to me clearly!"

The old face in the sky finally changed a little, showing a helpless expression:

"Aren't you curious as to why you came back from the dead and were reborn five hundred years later? Is it true that you were reborn with a god-given talent as one of your Xinglou sisters said? This is extremely ridiculous. Do you believe it?

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Chapter completed!