Chapter 1240 Long Feiyu

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 looked carefully. Although there was a thin layer of frost on the surface of the person in the coffin wearing golden armor, he was so clear, as if he was sleeping soundly.

The father-son relationship in the past was vivid in his mind, but he was speechless at this time.

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

Long Sanyuan's mouth curled up a smile, and he carefully put the hand of the person in the coffin back.

Tears jumped out of his old eyes, fell on the lapel of the person in the coffin, rolled up the curling white mist, and turned into a piece of frost in an instant.

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

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

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

"In the name of my White God Sacrifice, I pray for the power of the Moon God Supreme, the cycle of waxing and waning, and the soul will never change..." The flying winged white cat spoke with confidence.

The white smoke gathered more and more, and slowly swirled in a vortex just above the ice coffin.

Meow——

The flying winged white cat screamed.

A powerful force swayed out.

It caused the void to tremble, the secret room to shake, and the thousand-year-old ice piled around it to crackle and show cracks.

When the secret room became quiet again.

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

White runes were moving on the surface of the moon shadow, and there was a cat beast head with a fierce look, making strange meowing sounds, as if a ghost was calling the soul.

It was like a strange cat demon witch formation.

"Long Sanyuan, the God Sacrifice Moon Wheel Formation is complete. Next, you can use this formation to exchange souls with Long Feiyu in the coffin." The flying winged white cat was panting, and it was obvious that activating this formation had consumed a lot of its soul power.

The flying winged white cat left the ice coffin and retreated to Long Sanyuan's side.

Long Sanyuan turned his head to look at the flying winged white cat and said coldly: "I hope your method is feasible. If my son can't walk out of the ice coffin alive, you, a cat, can't even think of walking out of this ice cave."

The flying winged white cat bared its teeth at Long Sanyuan, and a low whirring sound came out of its mouth.

Long Sanyuan no longer paid attention to the flying winged white cat. He walked forward and activated his dragon blood magic.

A large amount of blood-colored soul power overflowed from his body, and the soul power took shape, like a rolling blood tide. In the blood tide, a blood dragon Dharma image bared its fangs and claws, as terrifying as a real dragon beast.

The flying winged white cat watched from behind, thinking to himself: "Long Sanyuan's blood dragon magic has reached the state of blood dragon transformation, and he must have cultivated to the ninth level. It is said that if the blood dragon magic is cultivated to the tenth level, it can have the body of a real dragon and ascend to the realm of true immortals. But it seems that this is already his limit."

Long Sanyuan continued to gather his power body, gradually reaching the peak state.

He pinched the magic formula with both hands, and then poked his heart. His tall body shook involuntarily, and his face showed pain.

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

The dragon-shaped crystal appeared, accompanied by the sound of a dragon's roar.

The flying winged white cat watching from behind flapped its wings and moved forward a few feet. The dragon-shaped crystal was reflected in its pupils, and it muttered in its heart: "After the demon race's cultivation achieves the realm of virtual immortals, the soul will condense a unique demon beast crystal in the body.

But Long Sanyuan's blood dragon crystal has a unique emperor's 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 is the transformation of Long Sanyuan's soul. When the dragon-shaped crystal left his body, his body suddenly became motionless like a puppet.

The blood dragon crystal landed steadily on the heart of the person in the coffin.

On the surface of the Moonlight Array hanging above the ice coffin, the cat beast head Dharma image spit out a roll of silver light spots.

A group of silver light spots wrapped the blood dragon crystal, and sank into the heart of the person in the coffin under the urging of the array. There was no trace of scars, and even the clothes were not damaged, which was amazing.

Afterwards, the spiritual power of the Moonlight Array on the ice coffin dissipated, and it swirled and turned into a ball of white smoke and dissipated.

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

Thump, thump, thump.

The heartbeat was very strong, like a mallet hitting a wooden barrel.

A milky white figure emerged from the body of the person in the coffin, and the figure was exactly the same as the person in the coffin.

That was the soul of the person in the coffin, Long Feiyu.

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

Usually, if the soul leaves the body and does not immediately take over the body, it will quickly dissipate in the light.

At this time, Long Feiyu's soul noticed the stiff and motionless body of Long Sanyuan in front of him.

An empty body, no matter who it belongs to.

He pounced 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 person in the coffin gradually melted, and wisps of hot air rose.

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

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

It was a young man's face, with clear edges and corners.

"Fei Yu?" The tone was undoubtedly Long Sanyuan.

The person in the coffin looked at Long Sanyuan's body standing motionless 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 physical 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 will 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 Feiyi 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 Demon Dragon Yuye came from the scabbard on Guigu Changyang's waist: "Master Changyang, this person 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."