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Ling Yiran was not afraid of Emperor Zhongyue's eyes at all, and said coldly: "You killed my child before, but you couldn't love it. I have every reason to suspect that you did it."

"You damn bastard." Emperor Zhongyue picked up Ling Yiran's collar angrily. If this was not the Tiandao Academy, he would have killed him long ago.

The protector stopped him: "Emperor Zhongyue, if you don't want to affect your friendship with our master, please let our little master go."

"Shut up." Emperor Zhongyue released his coercion and sent all the guardians flying.

Ling Yiran was also almost out of breath under the powerful pressure. He opened his eyes and looked at Emperor Zhongyue with difficulty. Come down, and then break defense, ghost edict, soul devouring slash, soul explosion... launch powerful attacks in succession.

Breaking defense is to kill and break half of the defense of Emperor Zhongyue, and the ghost edict is a big move, which can bombard Emperor Zhongyue crazily.After the spell exploded on Emperor Zhongyue's body, it released powerful Yin Qi and poisonous Qi. No matter how high the defense power was, it couldn't resist their invasion.

Ling Yiran used [-]% of his strength, it can be said that he beat him to death fiercely, and all kinds of spells were summoned on Emperor Zhongyue.

Emperor Zhongyue never thought that it was only a month since he saw Ling Yiran last time, that the other party could break free from his coercion. Being attacked by poisonous gas, a fishy smell suddenly gushed out of his throat, and a stream of heat flowed out of his mouth.

He raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, he couldn't believe that a young boy who had just grown up could hurt him.

Ling Yiran knew that it was a great improvement for him to be able to injure Emperor Zhongyue, but he was not satisfied, and he didn't want to kill Zhongyue Emperor so easily, so when he finished the last move, he took out his father to send him His god-level magic weapon, the God-slaying Hammer, was raised high and swung down violently. The purple hammer emitted purple-gold lightning, with a mighty aura, and the potential to kill gods.

Emperor Zhongyue saw the murderous intent in Ling Yiran's eyes, and knew that this kid wanted his life, so he quickly cast a defensive barrier and took out his magic weapon, Shenyue Sword, to block it.

When the two artifacts collided, there was a violent noise, and the surrounding flowers and plants were swayed wildly by the power of the two artifacts, and even the ground shook.

Veins protruded from Ling Yiran's temples, and he pressed down with all his strength.

Emperor Zhongyue held his sword in both hands to resist, and said with a sneer: "Ling Yiran, I admit that you have become much stronger, but you can't beat me."

Of course Ling Yiran knew that he couldn't beat him, but he would use other methods to defeat him: "Zhongyue, I also admit that you are an ancient god, it is impossible for me to catch up with you in a short time, and I also admit that if Xing Han I was arrested, and I can't help him much, what about you? Don't you keep saying that you are Xing Han? Don't you think you are his friend? Don't you like him? Don't you think he is better than me? But now you do it again What? It’s fine if you don’t come to help Xing Han in the heavenly court, and you come to me to vent your anger, what kind of friend are you? You don’t deserve to like Xing Han.”

These words reminded Emperor Zhongyue that he had just learned that someone had filed an impeachment report against Dongyue for touching Fanxin. At that time, he wanted to help, but he met Emperor Nanyue and the others on the way.

At that time, Emperor Xiyue said to him: "Zhongyue, if you don't speak for him from Dongyue's standpoint, I advise you not to go, otherwise you will only put Dongyue into a bigger predicament, you are not saving him. , is harming him, then we will only stand in opposing positions and become enemies, so I don’t want me to make trouble.”

At that time, Emperor Beiyue also advised him not to go.

Emperor Nanyue, who had always been on his side, didn't make a sound to speak for him.

In a fit of anger, he went back to Tiandaoyuan to find Ling Yiran to vent his anger.

Taking advantage of his loss of consciousness, Ling Yiran took back the God-Slaying Hammer and hammered it hard at Emperor Zhongyue's abdomen.

With a bang, Emperor Zhongyue was sent flying and hit the courtyard wall heavily, spitting out a mouthful of blood. If it wasn't for the defensive barrier on the wall, he would have been knocked down.

Don't blame Ling Yiran for deliberately saying those words to make Emperor Zhongyue lose his mind. Compared to Emperor Zhongyue killing his child, he feels that he is already very merciful.

Ling Yiran teleported to Emperor Zhongyue, and swung the God-Slaying Hammer at Emperor Zhongyue again. Suddenly, someone grabbed his wrist.

He was startled, and suddenly turned his head to look at the person who grabbed his wrist. Seeing that it was Xing Han, he was slightly taken aback: "Xing Han, haven't you been arrested by the Heavenly Emperor and put in the prison?"

Xing Han smiled at him.

Ling Yiran remembered that Emperor Zhongyue was still sitting on the ground, and said angrily again: "Let me go, I will kill him first, and then I will ask you."

Xing Han said, "Student Ling, you can't kill God in school, or you will be punished."

Ling Yiran was stunned when he heard him calling himself classmate Ling: "You...you are a freshman teacher?"

It stands to reason that after staying in the prehistoric world for a few years, he should have long forgotten the people he met once or twice, but Tai Yi really impressed him, especially this guy who always used the image of Emperor Dongyue to sway in front of him. , he had the urge to kill this person too.

The freshman smiled at him: "I'm glad Ling still remembers me."

The corner of Ling Yiran's mouth twitched: "Let me go."

"No, I can't watch my students make mistakes."

Ling Yiran said: "Let me go, I won't hit him."

"Really?"

"real."

Freshman let go of his hand.

Ling Yiran immediately hammered down in anger.

The freshman quickly grabbed his hand again: "Student Ling, how can you deceive my young heart, I believe that you will stop beating him, and you will still be beating him."

Ling Yiran argued: "I didn't hit him, I hit him, I didn't lie to you."

The freshman laughed angrily: "Student Ling, you are actually playing word games with me."

Ling Yiran couldn't hit people with a hammer, so he started to kick Emperor Zhongyue who was sitting on the ground with his feet. He could use as much force as he could, and he used mana to increase the force. If he didn't kick this bitch to death, he couldn't get rid of his anger.

The freshman hurriedly said: "Student Ling, enough, enough, you can calm down."

Ling Yiran's eyes were red: "Not enough, never enough, freshman teacher, you don't even know what he did to me?"

"I know, I know everything."

Ling Yiran kicked Emperor Zhongyue in the face several times.

Emperor Zhongyue groaned in pain, and after recovering, he quickly grabbed Ling Yiran's feet, raised his head, and stared at Ling Yiran fiercely.

Ling Yiran couldn't move his foot back, so he quickly said to the freshman: "Teacher Freshman, Emperor Zhongyue hurt me, so hurry up and help me."

The freshman couldn't laugh or cry: "Sometimes your temperament is very similar to your father."

Ling Yiran frowned in pain: "Hurry up, my leg is about to break."

Da Yi snapped his fingers at Emperor Zhongyue, and flicked Emperor Zhongyue's hand away.

Ling Yiran quickly withdrew his foot, picked up the god-slaying hammer and swung it at Emperor Zhongyue again.

Emperor Zhongyue quickly jumped up to avoid the attack, glared at Ling Yiran, and looked at the freshman: "Who are you? Why did you become Dongyue?"

"I'm the teacher of the Transfiguration class, called Freshman."

Emperor Zhongyue used his physical strength and aura to force out the yin and poisonous qi in his body, and shouted to him: "Since it's not Dongyue, let me get out of the way."

The freshman smiled slightly at him: "Are you sure you want me to get out of the way?"

Emperor Zhongyue shouted coldly: "Get out of the way."

"You don't regret it." Freshman let go of Ling Yiran and walked aside.

Emperor Zhongyue picked up the Shenyue sword, and was pushed to the ground before he could make a move. He turned his head and saw that it was a freshman again, and he said angrily: "Freshman, if you meddle in your own business, I won't be polite to you. .”

"Emperor Zhongyue, you have mistaken the person, I am here." The freshman's voice sounded from the other side.

Emperor Zhongyue turned his head to look at him, and seeing Da Yi looking at him innocently, he froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at Xing Han with a sullen face and stared at him: "Are you the real Dongyue?"

Xing Han said: "Zhongyue, I finally caught you."

"Zhongyue, what do you want to do to your son with the sword?" Feng Yin, who was pressing on the other side, said with a cold face: "You didn't hurt my son enough last time, and you want to hurt him a second time?"

Emperor Zhongyue turned his head to look at Feng Yin: "Look at my face, who did what to whom?"

Seeing the big footprints on his face and the blood on his face, Feng Yin almost didn't laugh out loud. It was the first time he saw Zhongyue in such a mess: "Did my son step on it?"

Emperor Zhongyue said angrily, "What do you think?"

Seeing someone pressing down on him, Ling Yiran quickly swung a hammer and hit him hard.

Seeing this, Feng Yin hurriedly grabbed his hand: "Son, what are you doing?"

It was the first time he saw his son so fierce, his eyes were full of hatred, it could be seen that his son really wanted to kill Emperor Zhongyue.

Ling Yiran said: "Avenge your grandson."

Feng Yin was speechless: "..."

Xing Han said to Ling Yiran: "Tiandao Academy can't kill people, you hand over Zhongyue to us, and your father and I will deal with him well."

Feng Yin patted Emperor Zhongyue on the head angrily: "My son is a very well-behaved person, but it's because you made him full of revenge."

Emperor Zhongyue sneered: "If you want to seek revenge from me, that's fine, you can let him fight me openly."

Xing Han said in a low voice: "If you want to fight in an upright manner, you can suppress your cultivation to only have 200 years of cultivation and fight with him. This will be fair to him."

Feng Yin agreed: "Yes, see if you can beat my son."

"Ling Yiran has been to the secret realm to practice, and he has at least 2000 years of cultivation."

"Then your cultivation will be suppressed until 500 years to fight him, and neither side can use weapons, how about it?"

Emperor Zhongyue nodded: "Yes."

Feng Yin asked: "What if you lose?"

"It's up to you."

"If you lose, you must not complain, and you are not allowed to trouble my son in the future. You should also treat me as a thing of the past, and you will still be friends in the future."

"Okay." Emperor Zhongyue looked at Ling Yiran: "If Ling Yiran loses, he must separate from Dongyue and erase all memories about Dongyue in his mind."

Ling Yiran resumed his mortal status: "Xing Han is my partner, not a thing. I won't bet on him unless he himself agrees."

These words made Xing Han happy: "I believe you can defeat him."

Ling Yiran nodded: "Yes."

Emperor Zhongyue snorted coldly.

Feng Yin said: "This is the Tiandao Academy, so it's not suitable for competitions. Let's go to the underworld fighting field to compete."

"it is good."

The freshman who had been listening to them raised his hand immediately and said, "I want to go too."