"Muyang, do you think such a simple reminder can do anything? You can't help but be too confident. That kid is just a ten-year-old kid, he can escape the first time, can he escape the second time?"

Wandering in the void, Muyang's spirits gathered and dispersed. But there was always a gray-black aura around the periphery, and it was always sneering in his ear, and it had not stopped for ten years.

Remembering that explosion, it was so strong that it tore open the door of the void. No matter how strong Mu Yang's body was, it couldn't withstand the tearing of that explosive energy. The end result was that the body was completely turned into dust.

On the contrary, although Liluo did not have a body, he did not suffer so much. In the entanglement of the explosive whirlpool, his spirit and Muyang's spirit were entangled together, and they could not be separated for many years.

Muyang has to experience the reincarnation of life and death, which is a punishment for his disobedience to the way of heaven, but Liluo does not need to. He could watch Muyang suffer again and again, repeating the fate of the machine again and again, giving him infinite pleasure.

But Liluo also knew that in the process of this cycle, Muyang's spirit was also strong. As long as the time comes, after his divine soul reaches a certain strength, he will be able to get rid of this situation of infinite reincarnation.

However, Liluo was not afraid, but had some expectations. Because the spirits are intertwined, Muyang and Liluo have coexisted in a certain way. At that time, the subversive should have also meant this.

If Muyang is strong enough to get out of this predicament, then it means that Liluo will also get out of this situation because of Muyang. When the time comes, he will be free again, so Muyang will never be able to destroy him.

After a long time, Muyang didn't want to continue arguing with him anymore, because there was no point. Mu Yang is not a fool, while his soul is recovering, he is also trying to figure out how to get rid of Liluo's entanglement.

"Liluo, don't you feel naïve? After so many years, what is the point of you still clinging to those things? Do you want to be reborn, and you still want to continue to plague the Nine Xuantian Realm? I'm afraid it's not that easy anymore!"

The implication is that the world is changing, time has passed, their era no longer exists, there are talents from all generations, and Feiling's performance makes Muyang very satisfied, he believes that since he is his son, he will definitely be able to understand it at one point. What Fei Ling should do next, he already knew very well in his own heart!

"I don't believe that you can be relieved, if you don't care about anything, then what about Ruan Linlin's girl? If you let go of everything, you won't be so persistent, Muyang, you are not so great!"

In the void, the two powerhouses clashed psychologically. Muyang felt that after so many years from Luo, it was not so much that there was ambition, but that it was a child's unconvincing, no matter what aspect, it seemed so naïve!

"I never said I let it go. But my obsession can sustain me to continue to be full of hope. But what about your obsession? It will only make you more and more distorted, right? Liluo, or that question, what exactly do you want?"

The changes in the void can only be sensed by the level powerhouses. And the life of a normal person has to go on, and Fei Ling seems to have become more perked up after getting the revelation from Muyang's Star Field Zhou Tian Map.

Xuanling Capital, the palace is still the palace after all, and the royal family is still the royal family. Because of the existence of Feiling's bloodline, the Nine Xuan Great Array is still very stable. Over the years, it has stood at the pinnacle of all surrounding planes.

Therefore, on this day, there was suddenly a small clan outside the territory, who came to worship in the Nine Xuan Heaven Realm and pay tribute! Because the Heavenly Pool had dried up, there was no barrier to hinder it. But the guards of the Xuanjia Guards did not relax.

In the study, Fei Ling is sitting and reading in daily meditation. The flipped pages in front of him proved that his divine sense was getting stronger and stronger. Just as he was engrossed, there seemed to be an argument outside.

"I don't think it's the most appropriate time to invite into the palace at this time, the general is not here, he should go to the male tribe to discuss important matters. Which of the ministers who stay in the palace can call the shots?"

Immediately afterwards, another voice came: "Having said that, you must know that extraterritorial tribute is not available at any time, and since people come to pay tribute sincerely, it is always bad to refuse it, right?"

"You were too cautious, we didn't say no, but now that the general is not in the palace, we will temporarily place the princess from outside the territory in the inn, and wait for the general to come back and make a decision. ”

The most fundamental problem is that there is no one in charge of the overall situation in the palace. But this offensive seems to be important. The princess of Siam, not to mention that she is particularly noble, but she can't be lazy!

The door was opened, and Fei Ling walked out with his hands behind his back, with a very old expression: "Isn't it just a tribute? Wouldn't it be better to invite the princess in immediately, and I will receive you?"

The minister was shocked, although he felt that something was wrong, but no one dared to doubt Feiling's ability. As the heir of the Nine Xuan Heaven Realm, the Imperial Family, and the Great Array, it is also time to experience it, and this time is also a good opportunity.

The next day, above the main hall, Feiling was dressed in a gorgeous costume, wearing a jade crown, and sat solemnly on the throne. The aura is powerful, and many ministers nodded sincerely in admiration: "I didn't expect that Childe's aura is already so powerful!"

In a short time, the Siamese people slowly walked in with a dazzling array of tributes. Their costumes were very strange, and Fei Ling didn't know how to describe them in his eyes, but they still didn't show anything unusual on the surface.

"Siamese National Master, Billizal meets the King of the Nine Xuan Kingdoms. This time I came here to show my Siamese respect for the monarch, these things are not respectful, and I hope the monarch will accept it!"

With a wave of his hand, Feiling said lightly: "The national teacher doesn't need to be polite, it's already excellent to have this intention! The national teacher and the princess have been tired of traveling and traveling, and this gentleman has ordered someone to prepare the dormitory, so let's rest first!"

controlled the whole audience, whether it was the national teacher or the princess of Siam, he didn't even see that Feiling was only in his early tens. But in the next second, the national teacher stared at Feiling carefully, and his face changed dramatically in an instant!

"You...... You...... You're actually a little doll! What do you mean by letting a little doll sit in this palace in the Xuanling Capital? Are you disrespecting us?"

Oh no! This matter is going to be messed up! Many ministers looked at each other, and although Feiling couldn't see it on the surface, he still couldn't hide his immaturity when he heard his voice. The national teacher obviously cares about this matter, how should it end?

"Huh...... Little doll? Benjun is indeed only ten years old, but what about a little doll? Do you see how old people are? Seventy or eighty years old and eighty come to receive you, it is a sign of respect for you? It's too superficial!"

Stepping forward, Feiling and Bilizar were close at hand, and the powerful aura enveloped the entire hall, not showing weakness at all: "I am in the Nine Xuantian Realm, and I am admired by ten thousand people. As the future monarch, I can already look up to you when I meet you personally!"

(End of chapter)

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