"Senior brother, there are boundless scenery, immeasurable blessings, and infinite blessings in my door. When you come to my door, you will not touch the sword and soldiers, you will not be contaminated with water and fire, you will not be near poisonous insects, and there will be no obstacle to cause and effect. When you enter my door, you can get supernatural powers, you can get wonderful methods, you can get secret spells, and you can get great powers. It can be immortal, it can be immortal, it can be free and eternal, and it can be immortal. ”

Miao Lian chanted softly, telling him all the benefits of taking refuge in his disciples.

He didn't say a word, and a white lotus flower flew out from the tip of his tongue, turning into a clear light and injecting into Yingyunpeng's eyebrows.

Ying Yunpeng's body trembled violently, countless green tendons bulged out on his forehead, and his eyes were about to jump out of his sockets, his eyes were densely covered with bloodshots, and the whites of his two eyes almost turned red.

He didn't care to look at Miao Lian, but glared at the four Jinpeng people who had been adopted since he was a child and cared for him almost like a parent, and roared hoarsely: "It doesn't matter if you don't want me, Abba...... After all, I am not your biological father, and you are only orphans I have adopted...... But you have the blood of the people of the Eastern Desolation in your veins! How can you betray the Ten Days Kingdom, how can you betray the Dongyi, how can you ......?"

"We are not betrayal!" Jin Peng stepped forward, solemnly kowtowed to Ying Yunpeng three times, and said respectfully: "Abba, we are saving Dongyi! After all, the human race cannot fight against the Yu Dynasty, and those who dare to resist will eventually be regarded as ashes." ”

Yin Peng took two steps forward, also kowtowed to Ying Yunpeng three times, and pleaded bitterly: "Abba, take refuge in Master Miaolian! Master Miaolian will accept apprentices on behalf of the teacher, you are still his junior disciple! As long as you convert, we billions of people will take refuge one by one, and the Yu clan will no longer be our enemy in the future." ”

"You guys!" Ying Yunpeng was covered in green muscles, and there were dots of blue light rippling in countless witch caves, and occasionally there was a crisp sound of gold and iron colliding. He looked at his four righteous sons and shouted, "You are all stupid! Crazy! Ancestral spirits are above, how can you do such a thing?"

Miao Lian looked at Ying Yunpeng with a smile, and the speed of the clear light gushing out of her palm became much faster. In the clear light, countless runes could be seen flickering densely, constantly injecting into Ying Yunpeng's head.

"Senior Brother Yun Peng, the so-called ancestral spirit is nothing more than a wisp of yin spirit. You worship the ancestral spirits, worship the ancestral spirits, and you can't eat them. What is the use of you to worship them, to worship them?"

"When you enter my door, you can get supreme supernatural powers, you can understand the infinite avenue, you can get immortality, you can get great power, the so-called gods are in your eyes. It's just ants. Ancestral spirits, what are you thinking about them?"

"Come in my door, come in my door, come in my door!" Miao Lian muttered over and over again, and every time a white lotus spurted out from the tip of her tongue, she poured into Ying Yunpeng's head. Ying Yunpeng's face became more and more hideous, and his entire head was faintly covered by a layer of clear light.

"I ...... Don't sell ...... Ancestor!" Ying Yunpeng hissed: "Old man, not a kind person...... Old man...... Not a good guy...... In his life, the old man has done countless things in his life: killing people and setting fires, oppressing the good, robbing men and bullying women, and killing and plundering. The old man is really a wicked man...... Bastard...... But the old man doesn't sell his clansmen, he doesn't sell his ancestors!"

Struggled to raise his head. Ying Yunpeng looked at Emperor Sha Yan Luo and shouted, "Old man...... Not from!"

Emperor Shakti Yama glanced at Ying Yunpeng contemptuously, and said lightly: "I don't know the so-called indigenous ants. Not betraying one's ancestors may seem respectful, but it's stupid...... As long as there are enough benefits, what does it matter if the ancestors or something, and occasionally sell them?"

Several Yu girls around Emperor Shakti Yama laughed at the same time, these words were not empty words. In the Yu nobles, as long as there are enough interests, the flesh and blood of the closest relatives can be sold as goods, not to mention the so-called ethereal ancestors?

"Stubborn and ignorant man!" said Emperor Shakti Yama, sitting high on top, looking down on Ying Yunpeng. Said lightly: "Backbone and proud fool, don't you want to avenge your son and nephew?"

Ying Yunpeng's eyes bulged out of the sockets, and he was about to pop out. He screamed hoarsely, "Son...... Nephew's Hatred ...... The old man personally took the bow and shot those little beasts! The old man wanted to kill someone, and Ji Wen's life couldn't stop me! The old man took revenge...... You don't need to ...... Ahh

Miao Lian's hand changed a magic seal, and a low roar like a lion's roar came from Miao Lian's palm, and Ying Yunpeng couldn't say a word again, but screamed hoarsely.

It seems that there are countless sharp knives cutting Ying Yunpeng's soul, because the majestic flesh and blood essence is nourished all year round, and the soul that has become thousands of times stronger than ordinary great witches is like a fat mountain of meat, which is stirred up by sharp knives.

Sharp pain came from his soul, and Ying Yunpeng screamed in pain. Except for a very few extremely talented witches, others can only use their strong bodies and souls to resist soul attacks, and then kill the enemy before they can succeed.

But Ying Yunpeng was imprisoned on the Demon God Wall, and Miao Lian was close at hand, but he couldn't ......

"The old man is not convinced!" With an angry roar, Ying Yunpeng's neck suddenly stretched to more than a zhang, his neck bones 'clicked' and staggered, and the bones under the skin of his long neck were concave and convex, looking extremely hideous.

Opening his mouth, Ying Yunpeng's big mouth opened to more than one hundred and eighty degrees like a poisonous snake, and with a 'click', he gnawed on Miaolian's neck fiercely. This Ying Yunpeng exerted all his strength, his life and dignity, the glory of being born in the Dongyi Ten Days Kingdom and his devotion to his ancestors, all condensed in this mouth.

'Click', Miao Lian howled miserably, half of his neck was gnawed by Ying Yunpeng, half of his neck bone was broken, and a huge semicircular hole appeared in his neck, he screamed and fell backwards again and again, and then fell to the ground and convulsed wildly.

Overwhelmed by this frightened scene, the Emperor Shakti Yama rose from his throne at once, and the lightness of the victor's face completely dissipated. He glared at Ying Yunpeng angrily, and screamed hoarsely: "Give me ......"

"I'm coming!" Miao Lian's voice suddenly became extremely strange, and the wound on his neck flashed with a golden light, and all the injuries suddenly dissipated.

In Miao Lian's eyes, two lotus flowers were clearly visible, his voice and movements changed, his voice became extremely ethereal, and his movements became extremely simple and natural. A strange aura that made people's hearts feel terrified spread from Miao Lian's body, and Emperor Shakti Yama's body suddenly stiffened, and he subconsciously grasped the sword.

"The sea of bitterness is boundless, you know your way back, idiot, come to my door!" Miao Lian flicked lightly, and her fingers lightly touched the center of Ying Yunpeng's eyebrows.

Ying Yunpeng's eyebrows suddenly had two lotus flowers blooming, he closed his eyes with a smile, sighed softly, two lines of hot tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were more and more hooked, and the deep smile lines outlined a demonic face on his face. (To be continued.) )