"My brother...you have to promise me something." Wu Ling's eyes were filled with a complicated and indescribable look.

Zhang Heng was silent. He understood that Wu Ling could not guarantee whether he could survive in this life and death quarrel of luck. And he must have something that cannot be given up in this world, or a mission that must be accomplished.

Without denying the fact that he was not his younger brother, Zhang Heng asked: "If you have anything, please tell me first."

"Although I am an illegitimate son of the Tang family, my father treats me very well and I even receive more care than you. You were sent to Fangyun Mountain when you were four or five years old, but I lived in the mortal world for twelve years. Before you were sent away, my father secretly took me to the Tang family ancestral hall to kneel down to worship the ancestors of the Tang family. At that moment, my fate was completely changed..." Wu Ling began to narrate in a low voice.

"Tang Fangzhou was caught in the Soul-Erosion Sphere of the Poison Demon Sect, which caused the soul to be exhausted, and his strength dropped to the foundation-building stage, and he was unable to take over the body. He had to hide in a special auxiliary magic weapon, and that magic weapon was placed in a secret corner of the Tang Family Ancestral Hall..."

"... And that day, Tang Fangzhou's soul began to invade my body..."

Zhang Heng was confused. When he was about to speak, Wu Ling's slightly urgent eyes interrupted him:

"Listen to me... I haven't had much time left. After he failed to try to take over the body, he immediately chose to actively integrate with me. From then on, I inherited all the memories and wills in front of him."

Active fusion? This is the first time Zhang Heng has heard such a saying. If taking over a body is a way to devour the other party’s soul, then active fusion is to send the other party to devour.

"The consequences of this fusion led me to inherit the wishes in front of him and even become a pawn after his death. If I hadn't experienced the influence of the strange sound of the road to Purgatory, I would have foolishly helped him complete the great cause of revenge."

"Then why didn't he merge with me?" Zhang Heng couldn't help asking.

"I am a gifted spiritual root, but you are an ordinary spiritual root. When I entered Fangyun Mountain, I also used a magic trick to deceive the Qi Refining Cultivator who checked the spiritual roots." Wu Ling answered in a storied manner, and continued: "Since I inherited the will of Tang Fangzhou, I have asked my father to send you to Fangyun Mountain according to the Tang family's ancestral teachings. Ouyang Tiande followed the previous soul blood oath and must not harm the children of the Tang family in any way, and would train you to become a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Once he succeeds, he can come to the Tang family to get the infant transformation pill and another thing as agreed..."

"I know you still have a lot of doubts, but I don't have any extra time to explain..." Wu Ling's tone became more and more rapid.

Suddenly, Wu Ling held Zhang Heng's hand and gave him a wink.

Zhang Heng looked at it and found that a very ordinary ring suddenly appeared in Wu Ling's hand.

"This is..." Zhang Heng couldn't help but wonder.

He didn't understand why there was such a ring suddenly appearing on Wu Ling's finger.

Zhang Heng felt that this thing was not taken out of Wu Ling's storage bag.

"You have to keep this thing in hand. If I die, you can become its new owner. If I am not dead, I can take it back."

After looking at He Yixiu who was unconscious next to him, Wu Ling let out a light sigh: "I still haven't completely gotten rid of the impact of Tang Fangzhou's consciousness on me... If I die, please don't hurt her..."

Zhang Heng said in a plain tone: "Yes, as long as she doesn't take the initiative to fight me."

The two of them looked at the black and white statue next to the bloody figure, and saw a monk from Fang Yunshan disappearing under the black light column.

"The next person is you!" The blood-colored figure's eyes fell on Wu Ling.

Zhang Heng and Wu Ling were both shocked, but they didn't expect that it would be Wu Ling's turn so soon.

"You have to agree to a request. If I die, you have to protect our Tang family's foundation in the secular world, and at least protect our family."

Wu Ling finally stared at Zhang Heng deeply, his eyes filled with anticipation, waiting for his answer.

"Do your best..." Zhang Heng felt invisibly that he had an extra responsibility for no reason.

"Everything can only be done by saving one's own life..." Zhang Heng thought to himself that if he couldn't even save his own life, he would not have the time to care about other things.

After receiving Zhang Heng's promise, Wu Ling did not turn back and walked towards the black and white statue.

Staring at Wu Ling's back, Zhang Heng could find that his body was also trembling slightly.

I sighed in my heart that in this situation of either life or death, almost no one can be unhappy.

Zhang Heng didn't care about He Yixiu who was unconscious on the side, so he walked straight to Fang Yunshan's camp and took down the 'arbitrary mask'.

"You are Tang Feng..." Several monks from Fang Yunshan said in disbelief.

Zhang Heng looked at Fang Yunshan's camp a few times and found that he knew all these guys. Among them, Wang Yuan and Li Fengzi looked the most familiar. Except for these two, the other monks have reached the state of great perfection of Qi Refining.

"Brother!" Zhao Rui and Luo Ningxue came over.

Zhang Heng nodded to them, and then looked at Wu Ling.

"I'll bet!" Wu Ling stared at the two blood-colored dice in the air with flashing eyes.

The blood-colored dice immediately began to rotate continuously.

During this process, a lot of sweat began to appear on Wu Ling's forehead, and his eyes were motionless looking at the two dices that could determine his destiny.

Finally, two dice fell on the bloody desktop.

Points are: 12

Wu Ling's heart skipped a beat, his face suddenly pale. He turned around powerlessly and stared at Zhang Heng who was standing in the darkness not far away.

The black beam of light slowly approached him, and death would immediately come.

It seemed as if a century later, the black beam of light enveloped his whole body.

Was it! His body disappeared.

Zhang Heng sighed lightly, feeling not feeling bad.

And at this moment, he found that the ring still in his hand suddenly changed.

When I looked at it, I found a drop of blood on the surface of the ring.

Blood beads slid down from the surface of the ring.

"Is this... Could it be?" Zhang Heng came to a conclusion from this sign.

It is said that in this world, there is a treasure that is almost extinct, that is, the magic weapon of spirituality.

And the magic weapon of spiritual power can recognize the master by dropping blood.

This kind of blood dropping recognition of the master is not simply dropping your own blood onto the spiritual magic weapon. In this process, you must also activate a specific spell, and the blood used must also be a drop of essence and blood in the cultivator's body.

This is very similar to the Soul Blood Oath. The Soul Blood Oath must also be activated with special formations and the blood of monks. Its binding nature is even stronger than the Soul Blood Oath.

But no matter how Zhang Heng looked at it, he thought this ring was very ordinary, unlike the legendary magic weapon containing great magic power.

"You have to keep this thing well. If I die, you will become its new owner. If I am not dead, I can take it back." Zhang Heng couldn't help but recall Wu Ling's words.

That's right, this must be a magic weapon for spiritual communication.

Zhang Heng was about to put the ring into his storage bag, and the spirit in his hand was extremely skillful.

But the ring didn't move at all and didn't enter the storage bag.

"No, even a magic weapon can be put into storage bags!" Zhang Heng couldn't help but wonder.

After trying it a few more times, I found that the ring still cannot enter the storage bag.

In helplessness, Zhang Heng simply put the ring in his hand.

"Huh? It's the size." Zhang Heng found that the ring was tightly placed on his fingers.

This thing is not simple, Zhang Heng plans to study this thing after leaving the cave.

In just a moment, two more monks came forward and passed the trial of the Gate of Life and Death, one life and one life.

"Senior Brother Tang." Just as Zhang Heng was looking at the situation on the black and white statue, Luo Ningxue suddenly walked in front of him.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Heng glanced at Luo Ningxue and found that she was in a very similar state to Wu Ling just now.

Isn't it another one who left his last words? Zhang Heng guessed in his heart.

"Can I let me see Xuerong..." Luo Ningxue stared at Zhang Heng with calm eyes, and her face was as quiet as a lotus from the water.

Zhang Heng pinched the magic tricks in his hand, gently tapped on the green storage bag, and used his spiritual sense to communicate with Ning Xuerong who was practicing inside.

"Sister Ningxue, tell me, but I won't come out." Ning Xuerong's obviously soft voice was still a little stubborn.

"You and I are just the embodiment of Luo He entrusting love and family affection in the cave... If I can walk out of the cave alive this time, then I will start a new life. If I die, please take care of it."

Luo Ningxue's tone means saying the last words of death.

"Sister..." Ning Xuerong's voice suddenly interrupted, and a low cry came from the storage bag.

"Tang Feng, I have a few words to say to you." Luo Ningxue looked directly at Zhang Heng who was close at hand, and even had a plea in his tone.

"Say." Zhang Heng spitted out a word and also looked at the fairy Luo who had a grudge against him in front of him. He thought that at the beginning, he would feel ashamed in front of him. But at this moment, Zhang Heng had the ability to easily wipe the other person.
Chapter completed!