Di Xuanji looked at Mo Junlan who was still calm and unhurried, and suddenly a strange feeling arose in his heart.
"Do you have anything that can detect my soul age?" Mo Junlan asked with interest.
To be honest, he was really curious.
"You come with this deity." Di Xuanji said this to Mo Junlan.
When Mo Junlan heard the words, he immediately followed in the footsteps of God Xuanji. He didn't seem to care at all about what happened next.
Ling Xiao was naturally worried that Mo Junlan had gone alone, so he followed.
Feng Jinghua followed up nervously, the whole person was in a state of tension.
After a while, they came to another room.
Mo Junlan saw at a glance that there was a formation in the room, and it was probably prepared for him.
"Soul-moving formation?" Ling Xiao looked at Mo Junlan hesitantly.
Mo Junlan nodded, lightly opened his thin lips and said, "The soul-moving formation and the soul-calling formation are fused together. If the reincarnation technique is used again, the dead souls can even be returned to the body."
Ling Xiao didn't know what to say.
It seemed that Di Xuanji not only became suspicious of Mo Junlan, but even had something ready to deal with Mo Junlan.
Even if Mo Junlan doesn't say anything today, they will do something to Mo Junlan sooner or later.
"Who came up with this formation?" Mo Junlan couldn't help asking, he felt that he should continue to practice the formation.
His current array spell is still at the earth level, and it seems that he has not improved it for a long time.
Like the fusion formation in front of him, he can't come up with it now.
"This is the formation that this deity specially prepared for you." Di Xuan said indifferently.
This formation was created by him last night. He is a god-level formation mage himself. At present, no one knows about this except himself.
Even his twin brother knew nothing about it.
This is also about his other secret, which must not be told to others casually.
Mo Junlan squinted his eyes, hooked his lips and said, "Are you going to use the reincarnation technique later?"
Di Xuanji nodded.
"Then I wish you success first." Mo Junlan's eyes were like deep pools, and a sinister arc overflowed from his lips.
Ling Xiao, "..."
However, Di Xuanji's reincarnation technique is doomed to fail, because Mo Junlan's soul has never been taken away.
"Don't you worry about yourself?" Feng Jinghua looked at Mo Junlan with a gloomy expression.
"Worrying about it works?" Mo Junlan sneered, "Since it's useless, why should I worry, even if I die, I won't let you see my jokes."
He had given them a chance, but they still didn't believe it.
Feng Jinghua opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say for a while.
"I will cooperate with you." Mo Junlan looked at Di Xuanji and said, "As for whether you can succeed, it depends on your own ability."
"Okay!" Di Xuanji glanced at Mo Junlan and said in a solemn voice, "If it fails, I will consider letting you go."
"Thank you!" Mo Junlan smiled lightly, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and then he asked again, "But do you really trust me to leave with your son's body?"
"You have misunderstood the meaning of this deity." Di Xuanji said with a cold expression, "This deity just lets your soul go away, it won't let you go away. As for this body, you can't take it with you."
"I just find it strange, how could you be so kind, so I misunderstood." Mo Junlan shrugged, but he was not disappointed, after all, he had already expected it.
"Didn't you say you want to detect the age of your soul?" Feng Jinghua couldn't help but said, he was still hoping that Di Xuanji had made a mistake.
Mo Junlan turned to look at Di Xuanji.
Di Xuanji took out a crystal clear white spar from his space storage, then threw it to Mo Junlan, and said, "Just input the power of the soul directly into the spar."
When Mo Junlan heard the words, he immediately followed suit.
I saw Mo Junlan input his soul power, the white spar in his hand immediately emitted a burst of light.
Di Xuanji then took away the white spar in Mo Junlan's hand, and rubbed it a few times with his fingertips, his eyes suddenly darkened.
After a while, a number suddenly appeared on the surface of the white spar.
"Fifty-four?" Di Xuanji looked at the number of words displayed on the white spar, squinted his eyes, and his expression became a little harsh.
When Feng Jinghua heard the words, his face turned pale again.
However, Mo Junlan secretly figured it out in his heart.
In his first life, he only lived to the age of eighteen; when he was reincarnated in the Xiuzhen Immortal Realm, he only lived to be 35 years old; after his death in the Xiuzhen Immortal Realm, he was reborn again and returned to the Lingxuan Continent. It's only been a year since he was reborn.
So the sum of his soul years is exactly fifty-four years old.
"It's pretty accurate." Mo Junlan raised his eyebrows.
Ling Xiao, "..."
If that's the case, Jun Lan's older brother's soul age is not as young as his current body.
However, being in his fifties is still very young in the cultivation world.
After all, many monks are thousands of years old.
"You're not my Lan'er, so where did my Lan'er go?" Feng Jinghua looked at Mo Junlan blankly.
"Of course he's dead." Mo Junlan sneered, "Isn't this obvious?"
Whether it was Feng Yunlan or Lin Lan, they were already dead.
He is now only Mo Junlan, who has no kinship.
"Did you hurt him?" After Feng Jinghua came back to his senses, he stared at Mo Junlan with red eyes.
Seeing the hatred in Feng Jinghua's eyes, Mo Junlan couldn't help but sneer, and said sarcastically, "If I say no, you probably won't believe it either."
"Who are you? Where did Lan'er's soul go?" Feng Jinghua's face twisted slightly, and his eyes were full of resentment.
"His end will naturally be lost." Mo Junlan smiled.
Feng Jinghua was stunned, and his face became even paler.
Di Xuanji's face was also very gloomy, his eyes were cold and severe, and he suddenly raised his hand and slapped Mo Junlan.
Although Mo Junlan has always been on guard against Emperor Xuanji, his cultivation base is still too far from Di Xuanji's cultivation base, and it is too late to avoid Di Xuanji's attack.
Mo Junlan was punched into the formation by Di Xuanji.
"Brother Junlan!" Lingxiao wanted to go to Mo Junlan's side, but was blocked by Di Xuanji's barrier.
"It won't do you any good to anger the deity." Di Xuanji looked at Mo Junlan condescendingly.
Mo Junlan frowned, then looked at Di Xuanji and Feng Jinghua coldly.
Maybe Di Xuanji was worried about this body, so he didn't attack Mo Junlan directly.
However, the body part that Di Xuanji hit just now is still a little painful.
"Brother Jun Lan is your son, why don't you believe him?" Ling Xiao couldn't help but said angrily.
"I don't believe it myself, let alone them." Mo Junlan stood up slowly, his expression calm and indifferent, "Xiao'er, stop talking nonsense to them, it's a waste of yours. tongue."
"The facts are already in front of us, there is really nothing to say." Feng Jinghua said with a blank expression, "Also, my Lan'er will not be lost."
"You're just deceiving yourself." Mo Junlan smiled coldly.
Feng Jinghua took a deep breath, then turned to look at Di Xuanji, and said solemnly, "Go ahead."
Ling Xiao's spirit also became more nervous.
The formation surrounded Mo Junlan, and with Di Xuanji's spellcasting, a light curtain suddenly condensed around him.
The red light and the black light kept flickering, and the combined power was constantly pouring into Mo Junlan's body.
Mo Junlan stood in the formation, his long black hair was windless and automatic, and his beautiful face looked very bewitching, with a kind of charismatic beauty, the corners of his mouth evoked a smile that was not a smile, and his temperament was very cold. Lie, and it seems to contain a fierce murderous intent.
Ling Xiao couldn't help but turn red when he saw it.
Feng Jinghua's eyelids were also beating involuntarily.
Mo Junlan looked down at the formation under his feet, his long eyelashes blinked twice, and after an unknown amount of time, the originally pitch-black eyes turned dark purple unconsciously.
The dark purple eyes are particularly charming, as if they contain an innate demagogic power that makes people reluctant to look away.
The light of the formation was still flickering, and waves of power continued to flow towards Mo Junlan's body.
Mo Junlan, who raised his head again, looked at Di Xuanji with such a pair of extremely glamorous eyes.
Di Xuanji stared at Mo Junlan's purple eyes and couldn't help but startled.
A playful smile appeared on Mo Junlan's stunning and alluring face. His eyes were shining, but he had a thrilling beauty. He curled the corners of his lips, and his voice was as cold as ice that would not melt in ten thousand years, "Your reincarnation. The technique seems to have no effect on this body, could it be fake?"
Di Xuanji's face sank immediately.
Feng Jinghua was shocked when she saw Mo Junlan's eyes, and when she got emotional, she blurted out, "What kind of monster are you?"
"What kind of monster am I?" Mo Junlan's expression was half-smiling, his eyes flickered with cold light, and his lips curled, "This deity is an evil ghost that crawled out of the Nine Serenities. Are you satisfied with this answer?"
Feng Jinghua couldn't help but be stunned again.
Ling Xiao's heart sank involuntarily, and his murderous aura grew thicker.
He has the urge to directly change back to a sword and kill everyone.
Mo Junlan sensed the change in Lingxiao's mood, and was immediately shocked, and quickly used his spiritual sense to transmit a voice to Lingxiao, "Xiaoer, don't be impulsive."
Mo Junlan's voice suddenly sounded in Lingxiao's mind, making him startled for a while, then he reacted and quickly suppressed the bloodthirsty impulse in his heart.
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