Feng Hao did not say anything to stop Xiao Yu, because he believed that Xiao Yu must have seen the problem in the body of the thin young man at this time, and the only one present who could solve it was Xiao Yu. The former Hongmeng Supreme must have a better understanding of the thin young man. The current state of the body of thin young people.
The skinny young man did not dodge. In fact, he had no time to dodge. After all, he did not have the ability. Facing Hongmeng Supreme, he had no room to resist. He was directly hit by the hazy divine light. .
"ah"
A hazy divine light instantly bloomed on the skinny young man's body, like a blooming flower. The skinny young man felt that his body, including his blood, was boiling for an instant, an indescribable feeling. The feeling filled his body.
Contrary to the expectations of the skinny young man, Xiaoyu's attack did not cause any harm to him this time, but left his body with a hazy glow. However, he soon discovered something was wrong.
In the hazy divine light, his whole person seemed to be one with the divine light, but in his heart, there was a strange black light, which looked very uncomfortable at first glance. .
Under the hazy divine light, this black light had nowhere to hide. It wanted to swim around in the body of the skinny young man, and even wanted to break out of the body of the skinny young man, but there was no way.
"What is this?" The skinny young man had a look of shock on his face. He had been vaguely aware that his body seemed to be hiding another kind of power, but he had never discovered it. Now he finally Mingxiao, I'm afraid it's this black light.
"Hmph, you still don't understand now." Xiaoyu snorted coldly and said: "This is the method that the master said he left in your body. When your body of all evils is fully formed, you can seize it. Shit, when the time comes, you will have no ability to resist at all, and even you will be directly obliterated."
The skinny young man was shocked. He subconsciously didn't believe it, but at this time, as the hazy divine light in his body gradually forced out the black divine light in his body, he also felt a familiar aura. This aura comes from the master who has trained him for decades.
"No, no, it's absolutely impossible." The skinny young man shook his body several times, his face extremely pale, as if he couldn't bear this ruthless blow. The master he had always respected the most actually wanted to take away his body.
So who is he? In the past few decades, the master I respected in my heart has treated him like a host body, waiting for his body all the time. The feeling is indescribably disgusting.
He wanted to deny it, but the familiar fluctuations transmitted from this black light made it impossible for him to deny that only Demon Lord Qingtian had this kind of energy fluctuations, and it was impossible for others to imitate it.
"If I'm not wrong, your so-called master has been telling you since you were a child that you have an enemy who killed your father, and his name is Feng Hao." Xiaoyu approached step by step, staring at Pei closely. Thin young man.
The skinny young man looked shocked, looked at Xiaoyu in horror, and said, "How did you know?"
Huangfu Wushuang saw that his child had become like this, with two lines of tears hanging on his face. Feng Hao hugged her tightly, and felt very uncomfortable in his heart, but he knew that if he had to say such a thing Going out will inevitably arouse resistance in the hearts of thin young people.
Therefore, it would not be a very good idea to let Xiao Yu do the talking at the moment, especially since Xiao Yu is very familiar with the body of ten thousand evils. There is almost no trick that Demon Lord Qing Tian wants to hide without being discovered.
"I also know who your biological parents are," Xiaoyu said coldly, looking at the thin young man, and said indifferently: "Do you want to know, including all your past."
The skinny young man's body swayed again, and he glanced at the imprisoned Qingtian Demon Lord with extremely complicated eyes, as if he wanted an explanation, but at this time, the Qingtian Demon Lord was already imprisoned, let alone able to move, even if he was a Divine thoughts cannot be transmitted.
"Who are my parents?"
After a long time, the skinny young man finally spoke hoarsely. For him, he has been instilled in the pattern of living in hatred since he was a child. He has always wanted to understand his past, but the Blue Sky Demon But Zun never told him.
Now, Xiaoyu was standing in front of him, wanting to tell everything about him.
Xiaoyu took a deep breath, and there was a flash in his eyes that he couldn't bear to look at the thin young man. He knew in his heart that once he said all these things, it would be a huge blow to him.
The master whom I have always respected the most regards me as a body and is always ready to take away my body. However, my so-called "enemy" is my father. What an irony.
It has to be said that if Xiaoyu hadn't been there and all of this had been carried out according to Qingtian Demon Lord's plan, it would have been as he wished, and Feng Hao and his son would have killed each other.
"Your father is Feng Hao, and the woman next to him is your mother. The enemy you mentioned is your biological father." Xiao Yu also said coldly, finally speaking out these words. .
Feng Hao and Huangfu Wushuang both raised their hearts at this moment, fearing what kind of blow the thin young man would suffer.
However, these words resounded like thunder in the heart of the thin young man. His body was crumbling, and he looked at Feng Hao with a frightened expression. Yes, he was frightened.
Feng Hao, who has always been regarded as his enemy, is actually his father. Is there anything more ridiculous in the world than this? A sad smile appeared on the face of the thin young man. He had lived for dozens of years. Zai, told himself every day that his goal in life was to kill Feng Hao.
However, in the end, this was just a tragedy. The person he wanted to kill was his biological father.
"puff."
The face of the skinny young man changed several times, blood spurted out of his face, and his body became even more sluggish. The successive blows made him almost unbearable, and he had already developed a feeling in his heart that it would be better to die. The idea of liberation.
This whole life, he has been living under a conspiracy, and the weaver of this conspiracy is his most respected master. How can he accept this fact?