With a crisp sound, the orb shattered, and at the same time, Feng Yuebai's body also shattered on the spot like a orb.
His body, which was about to break into pieces, said in disbelief: "You are under the waning moon restriction in my body!"
"The technique you gave me has restrictions!"
Fairy Canyue sighed softly: "You said I betrayed you, but why didn't you lose your connection with your junior sister long ago?"
"I just kept one hand."
"That's it. It's all over. It doesn't matter if your soul is gone. From now on, there will be no trace of you in my life."
After hugging him, he completely shattered. Feng Yuebai's body also turned into countless fragments and began to dissipate. Even his soul disappeared little by little.
His screaming voice sounded: "Brother Yang!"
¡°Brother Yang, save me. Only my soul can open my storage bag. If you protect my soul¡¯s reincarnation, I am willing to give you everything in the storage bag!¡±
"oh?"
Yang Ling looked at the storage bag. The storage bag exuded a strange light. At first glance, it was not an ordinary storage bag.
Of course, none of the virtual immortal level master storage bags are ordinary.
After hearing this, Yang Ling waved his hand, and a circle of light protected Feng Yuebai's last soul. He smiled lightly and said: "You two have their own reasons for killing each other. Of course, I can't control this, but the sins of this life The fate is over, why bother burying it in the next life?"
"Wave your hands."
As the voice fell, the light became even more dazzling. The eternal law cut off all restrictions, and Feng Yuebai's soul was saved.
"Thank you so much, Brother Yang. I will be a saddle rider in my next life to repay Brother Yang for today's kindness!"
With that said, the storage bag floated into Yang Ling's hands and opened automatically.
A wave of immortal energy spread, and sure enough, there were fragments of the immortal treasure!
Yang Ling laughed, and with a wave of his hand, Feng Yuebai's soul was reincarnated.
The next moment, a black light suddenly flashed around him, and the old black monster suddenly appeared, trying to snatch the storage bag in Yang Ling's hand!
The Black Demon Ancestor is a monk at the level of an immortal, and he has a huge 200 million dragon power in one move!
"Don't overestimate your own capabilities."
Yang Ling sneered and punched out. The power of this punch reached a terrifying 400 million dragon power, breaking his body into pieces on the spot!
"How can it be!"
The pieces of flesh that the Black Demon Ancestor turned into after it shattered into pieces made a sound of panic and squirmed away quickly.
Seeing this, Yang Ling punched out again, with 400 million dragon power!
"Eternal Divine Fist!"
"What is your relationship with Old Demon Wan Heng!"
Fairy Waning Moon shouted loudly, and the long sword in her hand swept out a ray of moonlight, which actually blocked the Eternal Divine Fist!
After all, he is a person at the level of a heavenly immortal, and his cultivation is not comparable to that of a virtual immortal. This time, he has at least 350 million dragon powers, which should not be underestimated.
Yang Ling put the storage bag away in his hands and said calmly: "Old devil Wan Heng overestimated his own capabilities and was beaten to death by my palm."
"I advise you to hand over the fragments of the stone tablet to me immediately, so that your son's offense against me can be wiped out."
"Anyone who dares to say no, Wan Heng, the old devil, will serve as a warning to you!"
"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!!!"
The old black devil roared after his body recovered: "You beat our son to death, and you dare to complain first and then say such things. You are simply the most evil existence in the world!"
¡°Go to hell!¡±
The billowing demonic energy began to gather around him, but it turned into a giant demonic knife, spanning this void space. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com