Chapter 562 Save Father

ps: Xuanmiao Taoist has reappeared after four months. Everyone is welcome to have red tickets and subscriptions?

The Sword of Shenluo flashed with a cold light, and it suddenly hit the heart of Yan Shen’s chest.

Yan Shen stared at Ding Yu with his eyes as if he didn't believe it would be like this until he died. He was a dignified half-step Shenluo master, one of the ten gods of Chaos, who was in charge of the Prison Pavilion, imprisoned hundreds of immortal kings, and turned into a character named Yan Luo in hell, but he died like this!

However, his thinking was getting slower and slower, and the huge chaotic power in his body was mercilessly sucked away by the Sword of Shenluo. The realm of the body began to continue to decline. Half-step Shenluo, Immortal King, Daluo Golden Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, Earth Immortal, Human Immortal, Immortal, Secret Realm...

In the end, God of Yan, who had lived for 80 million years, turned into an ordinary person, an ordinary person without a trace of magic power. Moreover, his entire skin was also shriveled and sunken, and he seemed to be malnourished, hunched over and curled on the ground.

It is a pity that a generation of Chaos God has fallen to this end today.

Ding Yu clenched his fists and shook the Sword of Shenluo. He looked like a god who was tall and above. Looking at the trembling God of Yan curled up on the ground, his eyes were filled with disappointment and sighs.

However, Ding Yu won a great victory, but he was still in fear.

You know, if Ding Yu had no cleverness at the critical moment and condensed the power of Shenluo to become Shenluo's soldiers, maybe at this time, the one who fell to the ground and was sucked into a godson would be himself.

Survive in nature and survive the fittest.

Whether in nature or in cultivation, they have always been so cruel. They have always been successful, kings and losers. Only the final winner is the biggest winner. Losers are always despised.

"God of Yan, thank you for giving you 80 million years of chaotic power, refining all your chaos essences, and my power of Shenluo will be further improved. Maybe it can be invincible in the half-step Shenluo realm. Now, I am going to save my father Xuanmiao Taoist. If you are more tactful and tell me where Xuanmiao Taoist is locked up, I can still save your life and let you die naturally by yourself." Ding Yu felt the surging power of chaos in his body and said with a smile. Every sentence and every word is full of the taste of a winner.

However, the God of Yan sat on the ground with sadness, as if his soul had been pulled away. He looked at Ding Yu with his eyes straight and murmured, "With your strength, it is no problem to destroy the entire Prison Pavilion, so why bother with me? Even if you don't kill me, with my current mortal body, you will die at most thirty or fifty years. Death early and late are just a moment of fingertips. Aren't you afraid of rescuing Taoist Xuanmiao, which alarmed the wind and caused other Chaos Gods to join forces to strangle you? Haha..."

At the end, God Yan said, laughing a little crazy, making people feel particularly sad.

"Shen Yan, since you are determined to die, I will give you happiness, which is also considered respect for you. Anyway, you no longer have the ability to erase your memories, so I will search for your memories to rescue you."

After Ding Yu said that, he slapped his hand and turned into a ball of ashes in the blink of an eye.

With a raised hand, a living person was wiped out like this. However, this is very normal. After all, it is as easy as breathing as a half-step Shenra to wipe out an incompetent ordinary person.

At the same time, a shiny light ball appeared in Ding Yu's palm, and the light ball was filled with various pictures.

That is exactly the memory of God Yan!

One of the pictures can clearly see the infinite sadness in Yan Shen’s heart before his death. A half-step Shenluo, one of the gods in the Chaos Heaven, a person who has lived for 80 million years, was killed and disappeared between heaven and earth.

"There are life and death, there are beginning and ends, everything is a constant. God of Yan, you can die in my hands, and there is no difference between you and you disappearing in the great destruction of chaos." Ding Yu said lightly, and there was also a touch of unconcealed sorrow in his words.

After all, I am the winner of this battle, but there is no life in the future. Even if he is the grandson of the Wheel of Destiny, even if he has the blood of destiny, there is no way to know when he is Mingxi.

However, Ding Yu’s goal is very simple at the moment, which is to rescue his father, Xuanmiao Taoist.

According to the memory of God Yan, Taoist Xuanmiao was taken special care of the Prison Pavilion and was detained on the 999th floor. Two immortal king masters of the same realm as Taoist Xuanmiao took turns to protect them day and night.

As the son of fate, the uniqueness of the identity and nobleness of the identity of Xuanmiao Taoist all attracted the attention of God Yan.

He was even regarded as one of the chess pieces that God Yan later won over and pleased the demon god altar.

The good news is that Xuanmiao Taoist was not punished, but was imprisoned and lost his freedom.

Since Ding Yu learned from the Sword of Destiny that Taoist Xuanmiao was his father, he has been thinking about the day to reunite with Taoist Xuanmiao all the time. After so many days and nights, he has experienced so many unimaginable hardships, and now he has finally waited for this day.

Ding Yu raised his hand and used the power of Shenluo to condense the Shenluo Sword again, cut the space directly, arrived at the 999th floor of the Prison Pavilion, and came to the prison room where the Xuanmiao Taoist was imprisoned.

Just as Ding Yu appeared, the two masters of the Immortal King also opened their eyes at the same time, burst into light, and shouted in unison, "Who is coming?! You dare to break into the Prison Pavilion privately!"

However, Ding Yu, who was eager to save his father, directly slashed and exploded two supreme immortal king masters with one sword, turning them into two strong chaotic essences.

Ding Yu didn't waste it either. He swallowed it in big mouthfuls and sucked it all into his body.

Then another sword was used, and the prison gate that imprisoned Xuanmiao Taoist was directly split open.

Inside, an old man with fairy spirit was sitting cross-legged quietly. The moment the prison door opened wide, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Ding Yu!?"

The Xuanmiao Taoist obviously recognized Ding Yu.

However, Ding Yu's eyes were wet in an instant and he shouted, "Father! I'm late!"

When Taoist Xuanmiao heard this, he was stunned and asked back, "What are you calling me? Father? Friend Ding Yu, we have known each other for a long time. When will I become your father?"

"Father, you are my father, but you were harmed by the traitor of the demon altar, lost three thousand incarnations, and even more lost most of your memories. Senior of the Sword of Destiny, do you still remember it? It was him, the Sword of Destiny that told me the truth."

Ding Yu pulled Xuanmiao Taoist and said, and at the same time summoned the Sword of Destiny from the Immortal King's Tower.

"Owner!"

As soon as the Sword of Destiny appeared, he knelt down to the ground directly at the Xuanmiao Taoist.

Taoist Xuanmiao frowned, thinking about something, as if he had remembered something, but he couldn't remember it clearly, and it was extremely unclear.

"Master, if you can't remember it, it doesn't matter, my subordinates will help you."

The Sword of Destiny is also a super master at the peak of the Immortal King. Now his hands are constantly changing their hand techniques, and lifelike pictures are constantly appearing, recording the little things about Xuanmiao Taoist, as if they were playing a movie, and it is truly recording the past Xuanmiao Taoist's life.

The Xuanmiao Taoist looked at the scenes in surprise and couldn't speak for a long time.

Although Taoist Xuanmiao lost a lot of memories and lost most of the three thousand incarnations, he is still a super strong man at the level of the Immortal King. Since he can distinguish it, the pictures displayed by the Sword of Destiny are all real and are intercepted from memory, not subjectively fabricated.

However, as he looked, Taoist Xuanmiao seemed to remember something, and gradually he looked at his face with contemplation and sigh.

Ding Yu also knew at this time that Taoist Xuanmiao must have recovered some memories, otherwise he would not sigh, but should have been at a loss.

"Father, the three thousand incarnations you created have been cultivated to great success. Three thousand incarnations are gathered. Now I will restore the three thousand incarnations for you, and completely return you to the top!"

Ding Yu also struck while the iron was hot. When the Sword of Destiny helped Xuanmiao Taoist recover his memory, he also summoned the three thousand incarnations in his body and hovered over his head, like three thousand bright little stars.

"Ding Yu, have you really practiced the Three Thousand Incarnation Art to great success?!"

Taoist Xuanmiao looked at Ding Yu in shock, a little unbelievable. After all, once this Taoist technique is successfully practiced, it will be like the sky and the earth, and it will be even invincible in the universe. However, if it were not for invincible talent, invincible luck and invincible adventure, it would be impossible to achieve it. However, immediately afterwards, Taoist Xuanmiao was relieved. Since Ding Yu was able to save himself in the Prison Pavilion, he had obviously solved the problem of God of Yan.

If it weren't for the great completion of the Three Thousand Incarnations Art, it wouldn't be possible to defeat the Ten Gods of Chaos!

Looking at the three thousand incarnations turned into by the Three Thousand Great Dao, Taoist Xuanmiao also sighed in his heart.

"Fused into the body and restore vitality!"

Ding Yu roared and penetrated all his three thousand incarnations into the Xuanmiao Taoist body. Then, the three thousand incarnations began to merge rapidly.

You should know that Ding Yu can even merge the two divine powers of fate and the power of demon gods, let alone help Xuanmiao Taoist fuse the Three Thousand Incarnations.

When the three thousand incarnations entered the body, the Xuanmiao Taoist suddenly felt that the body was filled with surging power, and his realm and magic power were rapidly increasing.

At the same time, many memories derived from the Sword of Destiny also flew into the roof of Xuanmiao Taoist's head.

The Xuanmiao Taoist roared, and his whole body soared into the sky, and a mysterious aura filled the entire space.

Taoist Xuanmiao finally recovered all his magic power, including his memory!

"Yu'er, thank you, you have grown up, and I'm very pleased to see your achievements today! There is also the things that happened back then, thank you, the Sword of Destiny!"

Xuanmiao Taoist said with moist eyes, as if a veteran who has experienced vicissitudes and hardships, has finally reunited with his family.
Chapter completed!