I picked up the scattered attributes

The dragon controlled its egg and streaked across the darkness with a speed more astonishing than a meteor!

"Ok?"

The second level is deep in darkness.

A gray figure suddenly materialized, writhing and trembling, its voice laced with anger: "The power I entrusted to Mo Zhongxiu has been scattered? Who on earth is so audacious as to..."

According to the intelligence he had gathered, Mo Zhongxiu's human father had some ideas...

However, it's just that they have a lot of ideas.

If one's own strength is too weak, no matter how many ideas one has, they are nothing but empty talk and will eventually become nothing more than a joke to be told over tea.

"It shouldn't be that Emperor Xuanwu, so who was behind it?"

After a moment of contemplation, the Holy Son Ying Daoyi quickly made a decision: "Since an unexpected event has occurred, we can project another wisp of power over there. This time, the divided soul that descended from the main body has reached the peak of the True Spirit Realm, which is enough to sweep away and suppress all dissent. Even if it consumes more power, it doesn't matter!"

Swah——

Soon, a hazy gray mist separated from his body.

The aura of this gray mist is much weaker than that of this split soul, possessing only one-tenth of the power of the split soul. However, it still reaches the level of the early stage of the True Spirit Realm!

"Go! Let this holy son see just who dares to be so audacious..."

the other side.

Feng Xia had just locked onto Long Da's coordinates when a sudden thought struck him. He raised his hand and sent the still unconscious Mo Zhongxiu flying.

He could clearly hear a deep voice, cold and terrifyingly twisted, as if it were born from nothingness and was about to occupy Mo Zhongxiu's brow!

At this moment, a raging storm seemed to rise within Mo Zhongxiu's Purple Mansion.

Black lightning roared, and gray mist spread in all directions. Indescribable shadows emerged from the depths of the gray mist, as if to dispel the surrounding purple aura.

"As great as I am..."

That proud voice spoke.

He glanced around, then froze: "Where...is this place? Why does it look so familiar..."

At this moment, he did not come to Mo Zhongxiu's brow purplish mansion, but appeared in a lotus prison!

An aura of decay and death sealed off the world, becoming the only thing that existed here.

"Your Highness, Holy Son?"

Not far from him, a gaunt woman first looked surprised, then asked in a hoarse voice, "You... how did you get in here too?"

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Chapter 0384

"Mo Zhongxiu?"

Upon seeing this emaciated woman, almost unrecognizable as human, even Ying Daoyi couldn't help but be startled: "How did you become... no, how did your soul become like this?"

"What is this place?"

He looked around somewhat blankly.

This was a prison made of fifty lotus petals, isolating everything. Logically speaking, this was the first time he had seen this scene, yet a strange sense of familiarity welled up in his heart.

Mo Zhongxiu received the gray mist power bestowed upon him, which should have been enough to easily contend with even the Demon King, so how did he end up in such a miserable state?

In Ying Daoyi's opinion, this was simply unbelievable!

"And where does this sense of familiarity come from... Could it be that I've been here before?"

"Suddenly, a mysterious master appeared beside my father. His strength was so great that it was impossible to see the limits. I was instantly suppressed here by him, without the slightest power to resist..."

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhongxiu could not help but reply with a bitter expression.

She originally thought that with the power bestowed by the Holy Son, she could become a superior person, wield great power, prove her father's choice wrong, and lead the thousands of people of Xuanwu Kingdom to a happier and more fulfilling life!

Who would have thought that she would be kicked to the ground so hard after taking only her first step!

"A mysterious master? Suppressed instantly?"

The Holy Son listened in a daze, but in his heart, he also had a slight realization: "This Xuan Yuan World truly lives up to its reputation as the ancestral land of the Heavenly Pattern Divine Kingdom. Even after so many years, there are still some old things that are dead but not yet dead..."

Mo Zhongxiu trembled, not daring to say another word.

At that moment, the Holy Son suddenly sensed something and abruptly looked up at the high heavens.

In that direction, fifty lotus petals closed together, becoming the only exit from this prison.

But at that moment, a gigantic face appeared there, like a towering giant standing high above the sky, beyond the universe, looking down at them.

"Holy Son? You really aren't quite dead after all."

Feng Xia only needed one glance to immediately pinpoint the source of the unusual fluctuation.

The Holy Son responded to the first question!

Ying Daoyi must have sensed the abnormality in Mo Zhongxiu, so he quickly sent in new power. Under normal circumstances, this "fighting the younger one and then the older one comes" fighting pattern would be extremely annoying.

However, that's where the problem lies.

Mo Zhongxiu's soul was imprisoned in the Nine Lotus Heavenly Heart Prison by Feng Xia.

If nothing unexpected happens, this woman's mind is too complicated and she'll probably never be able to get out of this mess—if it weren't for the relationship between Mo Lianque and Mo Zhongxiu, he might have just unleashed the Wrath of All Beings to burn her...

But for this reason, the Holy Son Ying Daoyi, who came following Mo Zhongxiu's soul, jumped into the Nine Lotus Heavenly Heart Prison with a splash.

Swift and precise.

He's like a seasoned driver who's sped through countless cars.

Well, it was the kind of accident that unfortunately backfired.

"Wind, Wind Summer!"

The moment she saw that face, Mo Zhongxiu immediately let out a hoarse scream: "What kind of hero hides like that? If you have the guts, come out and fight this princess fairly!"

"Stop with those underhanded tricks and stand up straight for me to fight fairly!"

"What kind of man are you, hiding in this Nine Lotus Heavenly Heart Prison?"

"Little girl."

Feng Xia glanced at Mo Zhongxiu with amusement, shook his head and laughed, "Nine Lotus Heavenly Heart Prison is my divine power. You can't even break through one of my divine powers, so what are you talking about fighting me fairly?"

He did manage to figure it out.

The Mo family's "confidence" seems to be inherited from one lineage.

However, Mo Lianque has grand ambitions, strength, and plans; his confidence stems from his trump cards and solid foundation.

As for Mo Zhongxiu's inexplicable self-confidence...

"You can't even break through one of your supernatural powers?" Upon hearing this, Mo Zhongxiu finally lost his composure and immediately cursed, "You're nothing but a despicable man who succeeded through sneak attacks. What are you pretending to be so profound in front of this princess? If you really have any guts, then tie your own hands..."

"Wind...Summer...Nine Lotus Heavenly Heart..."

Suddenly, the Holy Son stared at Feng Xia's face, his expression shifting, and then he hesitated before asking, "Hasn't this Holy Son... seen you somewhere before?"

It was clear from both his appearance and his aura that this was the first time he had seen Feng Xia.

However, a strange sense of familiarity still lingered in his heart!

It feels familiar, yet strange.

A strange emotion, like a tide, surged within his chest.

You have to understand, this was almost impossible for him.

After achieving great success in his spiritual practice, he rarely experienced similar emotions anymore.

Therefore, the Holy Son couldn't help but have a slight doubt: Could it be that this young man named Feng Xia had a past encounter with him in ancient times?

However, later, in order to pursue his spiritual path, he severed all ties with the past, destroyed his old self, and gave birth to a new self, thus forgetting all his past loved ones.

The fact that this person could stir his dormant emotions again suggests that, perhaps in some era or period of time, he and this person had a truly significant connection.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Mo Zhongxiu froze, and couldn't help but anxiously say:

"Your Highness! This guy is simply..."

"Shut up, do you even have the right to speak here?"

The Holy Son glanced blankly at Mo Zhongxiu, and the woman was immediately struck as if by lightning. Her soul convulsed, and she screamed as she fell to the ground.

"Oh?"

Feng Xia originally wanted to mock Mo Zhongxiu a few more times, but unexpectedly, before he could even exert any force, Mo Zhongxiu collapsed on his own.

In this light, although he destroyed the power that the Holy Son left on Mo Zhongxiu, there was clearly some deeper imprint that had been etched into the depths of this woman's soul from beginning to end.

What concerned him even more was...

The question that the Holy Son raised at this moment!

Have you seen me somewhere before?

That's obvious, isn't it?

We've not only met several times, I've even stabbed you several times, each time making you want to scream and beg for more next time...