True Immortal of the Netherworld

Inside the secret room of the ice cave.

The lid of the ice coffin was opened by Long Sanyuan himself.

"My son."

Long Sanyuan leaned over and took a closer look. Although there was a thin layer of frost on the surface of the human body in the coffin, it was as clear as if he was sleeping.

The past relationship between father and son was vivid in his mind, but now he was speechless in response.

He couldn't help but grab the hand of the person in the coffin, and while stroking it, he said softly: "Feiyu, are you cold? Don't be afraid, my father will bring you warmth soon."

A smile appeared on Long Sanyuan's lips, and he carefully placed the hand of the man in the coffin again.

Tears burst out of his old eyes and fell on the clothes of the man in the coffin. White mist rolled up and turned into a sheet of frost in the blink of an eye.

The flying white cat said: "Long Sanyuan, let's get started."

Long Sanyuan then stood up straight and said seriously: "Let's get started."

The flying white cat flapped its wings and hovered steadily in front of the ice coffin. Fine white smoke floated out of its light blue pupils.

"In the name of my White God Sacrifice, I pray for the supreme power of the Moon God, reincarnation and reincarnation, and the soul of the spirit..." The flying-winged white cat said plausibly.

The fine white smoke gathered more and more, slowly swirling in a vortex directly above the ice coffin.

Meow--

The flying white cat gave a strange cry.

A powerful force surged out.

It caused the void to tremble, the secret room to shake, and the tens of thousands of years of ice piled around it to crackle, and cracks appeared.

Wait until the secret room becomes quiet again.

The shadow of a full moon about ten feet in size was reflected above the ice coffin.

White runes swam on the surface of the moon shadow, and there was a cat head with an angry mouth and a fierce look, and the sound of meowing monsters was heard, as if ghosts and gods were urging the soul.

It is like a strange cat demon witch array.

"Dragon Sanyuan, the Divine Sacrifice Moon Wheel Formation is complete. Next, you can use this formation to exchange soul bodies with Long Feiyu in the coffin." The flying white cat was panting, obviously activating this formation would consume it. Less soul power.

The flying-winged white cat left the ice coffin and retreated to Long Sanyuan.

Long Sanyuan turned to look at the flying white cat and said coldly: "I hope your method will work. If my son cannot come out of the ice coffin alive, you, the cat, will never even think about walking out of this ice cave. "

The flying-winged white cat bared its teeth towards Long Sanyuan and made a low purring sound from its mouth.

Long Sanyuan ignored the flying white cat. He stepped forward and started using his Dragon Blood Magic.

A large amount of blood-colored soul power overflowed from his body surface, and the soul power took shape, like a rolling blood tide. In the blood tide, a blood dragon appeared with its teeth and claws, as terrifying as a real dragon beast.

Feiyi Baimao watched from behind and thought to himself: "Long Sanyuan's Blood Dragon Magic has reached the state of blood dragon transformation. He must have practiced it to the ninth level. It is said that if you practice this Blood Dragon Magic to the tenth level, you can have the true form." But it seems that this is his limit."

Long Sanyuan continued to gather his strength, gradually reaching its peak.

He formed the magic formula with both hands, and then stabbed himself in the heart. His tall body shook involuntarily, with a look of pain on his face.

Long Sanyuan opened his mouth, and a red dragon-shaped crystal element about an inch in size jumped out.

A dragon-shaped crystal appears, accompanied by the sound of a dragon roaring.

The flying white cat watching from behind flapped its wings and moved its body forward a few feet. Dragon-shaped crystals were reflected in its pupils. It murmured in its heart: "After the demon clan's cultivation reaches the realm of virtual immortals, the soul will condense into a unique form within the body." The monster crystal element.

However, Long Sanyuan's Blood Dragon Jingyuan possesses a unique royal aura. He is worthy of being the king of the Heavenly Demon Palace and the inheritance of the Heavenly Dragon Emperor. "

The dragon-shaped crystal element is transformed from the soul of Long Sanyuan. The dragon-shaped crystal element left his body, and his body suddenly remained as motionless as a puppet.

The blood dragon crystal fell steadily on the heart of the man in the coffin.

On the surface of the Moonlight Formation hanging above the ice coffin, the cat beast's skull spit out a roll of silver light spots.

A ball of silver light wrapped around the blood dragon crystal, and under the urging of the formation, it sank into the heart of the person in the coffin. There wasn't a single scratch, and his clothes weren't even damaged. It was miraculous.

After that, the spiritual energy of the Moonlight Formation on the ice coffin dissipated, and it swirled into a ball of white smoke and dissipated.

After a few breaths, the long-lost heartbeat came from the chest of the man in the coffin.

Plop, plop, plop.

The heartbeat was very powerful, like a mallet hitting a barrel.

A milky-white figure emerged from the body of the man in the coffin. The figure was the same as the figure in the coffin.

That was the soul of the man in the coffin, Long Feiyu, leaving his body.

Long Feiyu's soul looked panicked, as if he was being driven away. He opened his mouth to shout something, but no one could hear him.

Under normal circumstances, if the soul does not take possession of the body immediately after leaving the body, it will quickly dissipate in the light.

Only then did Long Feiyu's soul notice the stiff and motionless body of Long Sanyuan in front of him.

An empty shell of flesh, no matter whose it is.

He rushed over and merged into the darkness inside the body, and then there was no movement.

Next, the layer of frost on the surface of the human body in the coffin gradually melted, and wisps of heat rose up.

Suddenly, the man in the coffin sat up from the ice coffin, opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed with clarity.

The man in the coffin looked at his hands and then touched his face. He turned his head, and his face was clearly reflected on the edge of the ice coffin.

It was the face of a young man, with sharp edges and corners.

"Feiyu?" His tone was undoubtedly that of Long Sanyuan.

The man in the coffin looked at the motionless body of Long Sanyuan standing next to the ice coffin, and said in surprise: "My body!"

The flying white cat floated over and said: "Long Sanyuan, congratulations. Now you have the physical body of Long Feiyu, which means the first step of the plan is perfect."

The man in the coffin propped up his body and came out of the ice coffin, with a look of satisfaction on his face and said, "The blood in my body is flowing. This is the warmth I want to give my son."

"Long Feiyu" looked at "Long Sanyuan" who was standing aside, walked over, patted "Long Sanyuan" on the shoulder, and said: "After exchanging soul bodies, what will happen to my son Feiyu?" Without controlling my body, I still have something to say to him.”

Feiyi White Cat explained: "That's because your physical body is too powerful, and Long Feiyu's soul is relatively weak. Your soul can easily control Long Feiyu's body, but Long Feiyu's soul cannot control you easily. It will probably take some time before he can move. Just in case, you should put this body in the ice coffin."

"Long Feiyu" stood in front of the ice coffin, while "Long Sanyuan" lay in the ice coffin.

"Long Feiyu" said to himself: "I didn't expect that there is such a magical witchcraft of body swapping."

The flying white cat said: "I, Bai Shenji, will never lie. But I want to warn you that this kind of witchcraft to change the body is originally a forbidden technique. Not only does it have a time limit, but it is also very unstable. Once there is a backlash, The situation must be changed immediately.

Otherwise, it would be the end of two dead people. "

After a pause, the Feiyi White Cat continued: "Within an hour, if the substitute's soul cannot be taken away, Long Feiyu will completely become a dead person. And if your own soul does not return to the body in time, there will only be death. ”

"Long Feiyu" glanced at the flying white cat and said, "Don't mention the word death to me, it's very unlucky."

The flying white cat said: "Next, you must seize the time to defeat the Long Feiyu substitute you have found. Only after seizing the body substitute can Long Feiyu be truly resurrected."

"I know."

"Long Feiyu" threw out a few words, turned around and left.

On the black altar on the top of the mountain.

"Long Feiyu" has already stood in the middle of the altar.

The flying-winged white cat said: "I am only good at witchcraft. Fighting and killing people are not my strong point, so I can't help you."

"I can do it alone. You're a stinky cat, so it's better to stay away, lest I accidentally kill you later."

"Long Feiyu" didn't even look at the flying white cat, and laughed arrogantly, "Hahaha."

Meow--

The flying white cat meowed and floated outside the black altar. His figure flashed and he hid somewhere.

"Long Feiyu" moved his arms, clenched his fists, and then said to himself: "After changing my body, my son's body has limited the upper limit of my cultivation. However, I am still confident that I can deal with that substitute. . Next is the most important battle in my life, Long Sanyuan. In other words, I can only win, but not lose."

"Long Feiyu" made a secret with one hand, and then with a flick, a blood shadow fell on the flying dragon beast mechanism on the altar.

The flying dragon beast's mechanism clicked and turned.

A secret passage opened on the surface of the altar, and a figure jumped out of the secret passage.

The man had light gray skin, a pair of gray-blue eyes like a sea of ​​lost souls, and a sheathed demon sword hanging on his waist.

Without him, it would be Guigu Changyang.

"Long Feiyu" said: "I know you have recovered some memories. I don't care who you were before. But after today, your memory will be completely erased."

Guigu Changyang was a little puzzled when he heard Long Feiyu speaking on the other side, but his tone was Long Sanyuan, and asked: "Are you Long Sanyuan?"

"Long Feiyu" did not answer Gui Gu Changyang's question, but said coldly: "I want to take away your body."

The voice of the demon dragon Yuye came from the scabbard on Guigu Changyang's waist: "Master Changyang, this guy is not good. Let's chop him with a knife. I can feel that the soul of Long Sanyuan is clearly in the body of the guy opposite."

Guigu Changyang understood everything immediately and said: "Long Sanyuan, you have tried so hard, but it turns out that you just want to use your son Long Feiyu's body to seize me. The purpose is to resurrect your son Long Feiyu."

"Long Feiyu" said: "Young man, I haven't asked you what your name is yet?"

"Guigu Changyang."

"Hahaha," "Long Feiyu" laughed, "Guigu Changyang, no matter what, you still called me daddy for a few days. If it weren't for resurrecting my son, I would be willing to accept you as my adopted son. But , I gave you the Dragon Blood Pill and helped your cultivation reach the Heavenly Tribulation Realm, and you didn’t suffer any loss even if you called me Dad. Besides, if I hadn’t helped you, you would have turned into ashes under that Heavenly Tribulation. I'm just taking your life back."

Guigu Changyang's right hand was holding the handle of the demon sword. Although the sword was not unsheathed, he felt confident and said loudly: "Let's do it."