Di Xuanji frowned, seemingly lost in thought.
"It turns out that you inherited the birthmark on Lanlan's body." Feng Jinghua curled the corners of his mouth, feeling quite unhappy in his heart.
"I still think it's weird." Di Xuanji's brows sank slightly, his eyes darkened, and he looked at Feng Jinghua and said, "For your safety, it's better for you to stay away from him for the time being, at least until you find out the truth. Don't be alone with them."
"Why do you suspect that he is not my son?" Feng Jinghua's face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of murderous intent when he looked at Di Xuanji. He said every word, "I don't believe what you said."
Di Xuanji pondered for a moment, then asked again, "Have you heard of the technique of moving souls?"
Feng Jinghua's expression finally became stiff after hearing Di Xuanji's words.
Di Xuanji's eyes were dim, and his tone was faint and authentic, "I once had a dream."
Feng Jinghua frowned and said, "I'm not interested in your dreams."
Di Xuanji continued to say slowly, "In the dream, our son died when he was eighteen years old, and you were sealed under a lake in Lingxuan Continent. When I found your At that time, your mental state is already in a state of insanity."
"Then what?" Feng Jinghua looked at Di Xuanji blankly.
Di Xuanji gave Feng Jinghua a deep look and said, "Not long after I rescued you, you committed suicide."
"How could I commit suicide?" Feng Jinghua sneered, "And what you said was just a dream of yours, not something that actually happened."
Di Xuanji lowered his eyes, his face darkened, and he said in a low voice, "I won't talk about this for the time being, but that young man named Lingxiao is not a human being."
Hearing this, Feng Jinghua couldn't help being surprised and asked, "Is he a monster?"
Monsters can also be transformed into humanoids.
Di Xuanji shook his head and said, "He doesn't have the bloodline of a monster on his body."
"Then what is he?" Feng Jinghua frowned.
"I can't see it for the time being. He feels like a ball of spiritual energy to me." Di Xuanji said.
Feng Jinghua couldn't help but recall the scene when he and Mo Junlan first met, but his heart became colder and colder.
In fact, what Di Xuanji said was the truth, but he didn't want to believe it.
Di Xuanji pursed his lips slightly, thinking that long pain is worse than short pain, so he continued, "Although the technique of moving soul is a forbidden technique, there are people who know it."
The so-called soul-moving technique is to transfer one's soul to another body.
Especially in the vast immortal land, many cultivators whose lifespans are approaching will choose to use this forbidden technique to continue their lives.
However, this kind of forbidden technique is not for everyone, after all, it is against the law of nature.
Feng Jinghua also knew this kind of soul-moving technique, but he still didn't want to believe it.
I thought it was a lost and found child, but the soul has already become another person.
He didn't think he could take the blow.
"His cultivation level has also been promoted too fast, which is totally abnormal." Di Xuanji squinted his eyes and said in a cold voice, "Usually only those who have been rehabilitated will have such a surge in realm."
When Feng Jinghua listened to Di Xuanji's words, his face seemed to turn even paler.
"Jinghua, I will find a way to test him after I reach the Sanctuary." Di Xuanji looked at Feng Jinghua and said softly, "That body may still belong to our son, but the soul inside the body is not. Not necessarily, you know what I mean?"
Feng Jinghua lowered his eyes, bit his lip, and said, "I understand."
Even his son may have been killed by the present soul.
This is clearly the dove occupying the magpie's nest.
Thinking of this, Feng Jinghua instantly felt that he was going crazy.
"Don't worry, if our son is really killed, I won't let the murderer go." Di Xuanji said coldly, "The murderer will definitely pay for the debt and take back our son's body."
Feng Jinghua looked at the mountains below with a dull expression. That body belongs to his son, but what about the soul
He hoped that everything was just Di Xuanji's guess.
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At the same time, after Mo Junlan and Ling Xiao fell into the mountain range, they were about to start breaking the formation.
They are now standing in a psychedelic array, no matter which direction they go, the scenery they see is exactly the same, as if there is no end.
Now even Lingxiao's eyes are useless, because this formation has no eyes.
Mo Junlan and Lingxiao's array spells are only at the earth level, but the psychedelic array that traps them now is an array above the holy level.
And it is a naturally formed formation, so it is no wonder that there is no formation eye.
But Mo Junlan is not helpless. He turned his head and said to Lingxiao, "Xiao'er, close your eyes and don't look at the surrounding scenery, just use your body to sense it."
When Ling Xiao heard Mo Junlan's words, he didn't ask any more questions, and immediately closed his eyes.
And Ling Xiao originally had this idea.
Mo Junlan quietly stood aside without making a sound.
After a while, Lingxiao finally started to move, but his eyes still did not open, he said, "Brother Junlan, follow me."
"Okay!" Mo Junlan chuckled lightly, and then followed Ling Xiao step by step.
Ling Xiao still didn't open his eyes to look around.
But the scene in Mo Junlan's eyes kept changing.
After another half an hour, Ling Xiao finally opened his eyes.
And they were standing in front of a lake at this time.
The towering trees around can be seen almost everywhere, and the branches and leaves are so prosperous that they completely block the sky.
The environment here is very quiet, even the sound of wind and grass can be heard.
The lake is sparkling and crystal clear.
"Brother Junlan, this lake..." However, before Lingxiao's words were finished, he saw the water in the lake suddenly swirl and roll up, reaching the sky to a height of several hundred meters.
Mo Junlan and Ling Xiao quickly stepped back a distance.
Peiran's water continued to rise towards the sky, and suddenly there was a loud rumbling sound, and the tumbling lake water turned into a huge water dragon.
At the same time, the water of the entire lake splashed out, and then rushed in all directions.
Mo Junlan and Ling Xiao immediately flew up and stood in the air.
"Who is coming?" The voice came from Shuilong's mouth.
Mo Junlan looked at Shuilong's huge mouth opening and closing, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Ling Xiao immediately became vigilant, his eyes were as cold as frost.
Shui Long's eyes stared straight at Mo Junlan and Ling Xiao, and he said again, "Sign up for the name, this seat will not kill the unknown."
When Mo Junlan heard the words, he sneered and said, "This deity won't tell you."
Ling Xiao, "..."
Shui Long squinted his eyes, and seemed to be provoked.
The rumbling sound was simply deafening.
As the huge rumbling sound spread, Mo Junlan and Lingxiao seemed to see mountains and tsunamis, as well as the picture of the sky falling and the earth cracking.
The power of this sound is so powerful, which shows how profound the cultivation of the water dragon is.
"Tricks of carving insects!" Mo Junlan sneered, the white clothes on his body fluttered in the wind, but when he raised his hand, it seemed to contain the might of turning the world upside down.
Ling Xiao didn't make a move.
I saw Mo Junlan raised his hand and waved forward, the world moved instantly, and the situation suddenly changed color.
"Broken!" Mo Junlan smashed the illusion in front of him with one palm.
The scene of the mountain tsunami and the collapse of the sky also disappeared.
However, Mo Junlan's power has not dissipated.
The surrounding mountains are trembling, the water in the lake is undulating, and the wind and clouds in the sky are still turbulent.
Mo Junlan stood with his hands behind his back, his white clothes fluttering in the wind, his aura was not strong, but he had a kind of godly spirit that he should have stood above all living beings.
At this time, he had a kind of pride and dignity that seemed to be innate in him.
This is a kind of divine aura that stands proudly above the sky and overlooks all beings.
Even Ling Xiao couldn't help staring at it for a moment.
The water dragon roared again, and this time, it attacked Mo Junlan and Ling Xiao with a majestic momentum like a mountain.
Mo Junlan snorted coldly, the figure didn't even move, and another slap in the face.
The thunder and lightning that fell from the sky went straight to the top of the water dragon's head.
Only a loud bang was heard, and the thunder and lightning that fell from the sky instantly dissipated the water dragon.
The disappearing water dragon turned back into a lake.
Mo Junlan turned around slowly, and the faint purple eyes just met Ling Xiao's dark eyes.
"Brother Junlan, your eyes..." Ling Xiao looked at Mo Junlan's eyes with surprise.
"What's wrong with my eyes?" Mo Junlan asked in confusion.
"It's changed color." Ling Xiao replied.
Mo Junlan, "…"
Ling Xiao flew to Mo Junlan, then took out the mirror from the space and handed it to Mo Junlan.
Mo Junlan looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't help being a little dumbfounded.
His eyes were really discolored.
"Brother Jun Lan, do you feel unwell?" Ling Xiao asked worriedly.
Mo Junlan shook his head and said, "I think my body is better than before."
Ling Xiao, "..."
"But what's wrong with my eyes?" Mo Junlan frowned and murmured, "Could it have something to do with my practice?"
Ling Xiao also felt puzzled.
"But when I cultivated the Chaos Good Fortune Art to the third level in my previous life, my body didn't change like this!" Mo Junlan was still puzzled.
Ling Xiao thought for a moment, then said, "Could it be a family inheritance?"
"It shouldn't be." Mo Junlan shook his head, pondered for a while, and then lightly opened his thin lips, "My intuition is that it has something to do with the practice, but when I practiced in my previous life, I never had such eyes. Could the phenomenon of discoloration be a physical problem? But it shouldn't be!"
"What should I do now?" Ling Xiao asked.
"What else can I do? It can only be like this." Mo Junlan said indifferently, "You can't goug out my eyes, right? And I think purple looks pretty good."
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