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There is the power of ink in this world! And there is also a Mohism religion, which seems to be hostile to each other with the Light God Religion!

"Holy Son, the power of ink is extremely corrosive and can distort people's minds. Please check to see if you have been affected!" Zuo Wuyou reminded nervously.

Yang Kai said that even the power of Mo of the king-level powerhouse can't do anything to him, let alone the thin power of these people of Mo sect.

His small universe is indeed sealed now, and it is difficult to mobilize his own mighty power, but Zishu always exists, and Wenshenlian protects his soul, which is enough to ensure that he is not affected by the power of ink.

However, they were always kind enough to remind me, so Yang Kai also checked the situation and pretended to check, and finally said: "It's okay, the power of ink is useless to me."

Zuo Wuyou and Liu Ji both took a long breath.

Immediately afterwards, the two of them turned their gazes to Yan Peng, who was standing by the side and did not move. This Shenyoujing powerhouse had froze in place since he had just activated the power of his soul. A group of subordinates died and did not respond, as if they had lost their souls.

This made Zuo Wuyou and Liu Ji quite puzzled.

"Saint Son, Yan Peng, this is..." Zuo Wuyou had some vague guesses in his heart, but it was difficult to be sure, so he could only ask Yang Kai.

Yang Kai said: "The soul is broken, and it is already a living dead."

Zuo Wuyou was stunned, and looked at Yang Kai in disbelief: "Is the Holy Son the kind of special physique that is invulnerable to all evils?"

The power of Mo is difficult to erode him, and even Yan Peng mobilized the power of the soul to deal with him, and the soul was broken. Zuo Wuyou really couldn't think of any other reason to explain these incredible things.

"Forget it." Yang Kaizhengchou didn't know how to explain it, but Zuo Wuyou was considerate and found a reason for him.

Seeing his admission, Zuo Wuyou and Liu Ji looked at each other, and they were both very excited.

The Holy Son is invulnerable to all evils, and is born to restrain the means of Mohism. It is indeed the hope of the future of the divine religion. The prophecy of the Holy Maiden is not wrong!

Moreover, his strength is difficult to predict. He did not mobilize too much power at all in the killing just now. A long sword in his hand is only the simplest basic move, but the powerhouses of Mo sect cannot even use a single sword. Can't stop it.

At this moment, the gray mood shone into the dawn of dawn, and the pain of the two seemed to be a lot lighter for a while.

"It's not suitable to stay here for a long time..." Zuo Wuyou forced his body to stand up, and then fell down, his injuries were really serious.

The same is true for Liu Ji. He was unprepared and was attacked by Zheng Hai from behind. If it wasn't for Zheng Hai, he would have spared enough energy to kill Yang Kai, I'm afraid that punch would have killed him.

Yang Kai said: "You should cultivate for a while first."

Zuo Wuyou looked bitter, although he wanted to leave the right and wrong place as soon as possible, but he was really powerless, so he looked at Liu Ji and could only heal his wounds and adjust his breath on the spot, in order to regain some strength as soon as possible.

In the sea of ​​​​knowledge, on a colorful island.

In front of the young man and Lei Bao, Yan Peng's spirit body was respectful, he answered any questions he had, and he said everything he knew, and there was nothing he could say.

No way, he thought that this colorful island was his chance. Who would have thought of this island and found out that there are two powerhouses here that are beyond his imagination.

Without any reason, Yan Peng knew that any one of these two could make his soul fly away with just one thought.

How can people not bow their heads when they are under the eaves!

Fortunately, the young man was kind and didn't do anything to him, just asking for some basic information.

Yan Peng naturally cooperated obediently.

After some question and answer, Yang Kai also understood some things about this world.

In the primordial world, two major forces have been fighting against each other since ancient times, one is the Light Sect and the other is Mohism, each occupying half of this world.

But after so many years of confrontation, no matter which side it is, they can't help the other side.

There is an ink master in the Mohism religion. The ink master can bestow the power of ink on all living beings, distort people's minds, and make them serve the Mohism religion.

The Light God Cult is the only existence that can fight against the Mohism Cult. It has been fighting against the Mok Cult for countless years. If there is no Light God Cult, the whole world may have already fallen into the hands of the Mok Cult.

The first generation saintess of the Light God Sect once had a prophecy left behind, which is what Yang Kai heard from Liu Ji. Over the years, the members of the Light God Sect have been competing with the Mohist Sect and have also Search for the whereabouts of the Son of God.

Because according to the guidance of the first generation of saints, if you want to completely defeat the Mohism, only the Son of God is born.

Similarly, Mohism is also searching for the trace of the Son of Light.

It is a pity that both the enemy and us have not gained.

Until this time, when Mo Sect was hunting Zuo Wuyou, Yang Kai suddenly descended from the sky...

When the news reached Yan Peng, Yan Peng personally led people to arrest him, but he did not want to capsize the boat in the gutter.

On the island, Fang Tianci was still asking Yan Peng for more information.

In front of the ruins, Yang Kai fell into contemplation.

There is not much information at the moment, but the general information is understood.

There are two things that are different from what I thought.

One is the influence of the power of ink on sentient beings.

In the three thousand worlds, the power of ink is extremely corrosive, but all the warriors who are infected by the power of ink and fail to deal with it in time will all turn into black disciples. Only Mo is supreme, it can be said that any Mo disciple will willingly give his everything to Mo.

Yan Peng is not like this.

His spiritual body was trapped on the colorful island, but he still had a strong desire to survive, otherwise he would not cooperate with Fang Tianci and tell so much information about Mohism.

In other words, he is not a real Mohist!

Is it because of the power of ink?

When Yang Kai killed the Mo Sect people before, the last few people urged the power of ink to improve their strength, but the power of ink was extremely thin and obviously not normal.

From this point of view, the power of ink in this primitive world can certainly distort people's minds to a certain extent, but the distortion is not thorough enough to transform people into real ink disciples.

The second point is the saintess of the Light God Cult.

Yang Kai originally had some guesses about the saint, but after inquiring about the saint's information from Yan Peng, he suddenly realized that he might have guessed something wrong.

That prophecy was left behind by the first saint of the Light God Cult. It has been passed down to this day, and the Light God Cult has gone through an unknown number of saints.

Among the saints of all dynasties, some died from the assassination of Mokism, some went wrong in their practice, and some died naturally when the time came.

If this is the case, then this saint of the Light God Cult is not the person she wants to see...

Another point, the name of the original world, also made Yang Kai very concerned.

The name of this world seems to imply something.

Yang Kai was a little helpless. Although Mu had left behind a backhand in the Chutian Great Ban, at the moment, the backhand was confusing, and he had to clear the fog in front of him before he could get a glimpse of the truth.

"time to go."

After half a day, Yang Kai said hello.

Yan Peng personally took action, and since there was no news for such a long time, the Mo Sect would definitely send more powerful people to investigate the situation.

In fact, according to the news revealed by Yan Peng, he was able to arrive so quickly because he was nearby.

The other powerhouses of Mohism should have already set off and are on their way.

It is impossible for Mohism to ignore the Holy Son of the Light God Religion.

Zuo Wuyou and Liu Ji opened their eyes together. Half a day of training was not enough to recover from their injuries, but they had the strength to act.

Yang Kai raised his hand and threw the long sword to Zuo Wuyou.

Zuo Wuyou took it and said, "The Holy Son holds it. Only in the Holy Son's hand can this sword exert its power."

Zuo Wuyou took a look at those neat and tidy moves and styles, and felt that his eyes widened and his heart was enlightened. He faintly felt that if he could retreat for a while, his swordsmanship would definitely improve.

Yang Kai said: "No need, I will use this."

Lifting his foot, a long spear flew up from the ground. I don't know which dead member of the Mohist Sect. He grabbed his hand and shook it lightly. into the eye.

Seeing this, Zuo Wuyou didn't say anything more. Passing by Yan Peng's side, he swung out a sword and headed him.

After a while, the three of them swept in one direction under the leadership of Zuo Wuyou.

After the three of them left, in front of the ruined walls, there were only dead bodies and messes left.

An hour later, the beasts that were attracted by the blood to feed here suddenly became alert, and after a brief hesitation, they fled in a hurry.

A line of blood came out of nowhere and penetrated into the body of the beast. There was a horrific howl and struggle. After a while, the line of blood flew out, and the beast had turned into a mummified corpse. .

The blood line turned into a bloody light, and from the bloody light, a slender figure walked out.

This is a woman in a tight red robe. The bright red outlines her graceful body. Her waist twists like a water snake. Her fingernails are as long as sharp blades. Slaughter is extremely satisfied, his eyebrows are raised.

I don't know when, dozens of people have gathered around in all directions, and some people have been investigating the remaining information on the battlefield.

"What did you find?" After a while, the woman asked casually. When she asked the question, she was still rubbing her nails with her head down, as if polishing her own front!

Immediately, someone came over, knelt down on the ground, and respectfully replied: "Back to the commander, everyone died with swords, and they were all killed by a single sword. Yan Peng Yan Hufa did not seem to have any resistance before his death."

"Oh?" The woman showed a look of surprise, "Even Yan Peng showed no sign of resistance. It seems that among these people, there is a master swordsman, that Zuoyouyou?"

The Mohist sect kneeling in front of her said: "It should not be Zuoyouyou, Zuoyouyou is only in the real yuan realm, while Yan Hufa is a divine mirror. The difference is a big realm, Zuoyouyou can't achieve this level."

"That's their holy son?" The woman raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Subordinates don't know."

"In which direction?" the woman asked again.

"It should be this direction." The man pointed to a direction.

The woman swayed, turned into a bloodline and swept towards that direction, and a voice came from a distance: "Ben Tong is one step ahead, you all follow as soon as possible."