Yun Lingyuan was surprised and said: "What is Yun Niang talking about?"
Although the goddess Suyin went out to fight Tianhu despite her illness, she has not yet died, right?
The daughter of the goddess was not just handed over to Lu Fu, she was clearly still fine.
Ye Ming said: "I gave birth to a new goddess in the embryonic realm, so I'm sure."
Yun Lingyuan blinked, then blinked again, "Ye Ming, I'm just someone Yun Niang used to support me, right?"
Ye Ming pointed to the Xuanguang mirror that was always bright in the night sky and said, "Let's take a look and talk."
The black coffin in front of the roots of the sacred tree suddenly erupted with a burst of bright light that blinded people's eyes. Everyone subconsciously raised their hands to cover their eyes. After the light faded, a cry like a baby cat sounded from the black coffin.
Yan Yun was extremely pleasantly surprised. After bowing three times and thanking the saint, she immediately went to hold the baby in the black coffin.
Yun Lingyuan had already determined that the child was her, and when she thought that she was a top-notch person, she felt a chill in her heart. However, before this feeling could spread, it was replaced by another feeling of nervousness and suffocation.
Because, Yan Yun took out a jade bottle and was about to pour medicine into the baby.
Ye Ming frowned and said, "What?"
"Spirit-taking poison." Yun Lingyuan turned pale, stared at the jade bottle, shook her head, and blurted out: "No!!!"
However, what was reflected in the Xuanguang Mirror was only Yan Yun's memory, while Yun Lingyuan, the victim who paid a huge price for Yan Yun's actions, could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything.
Ye Ming said in a deep voice: "So, the soul-stealing poison on your body was given by Yan Yun."
He looked gloomy and calm. However, Yun Lingyuan heard the sound of his knuckle bones. His eyes were filled with fierceness. What he was staring at was no longer Xuan Guangjing, but Gong Twelve who was beaten to the ground.
Yan Yun.
Yun Lingyuan had no doubt that Ye Ming had the urge to rush out and tear Yan Yun in half.
"Quagua——", the baby clearly didn't know anything, but it was crying heartbreakingly...
Yun Lingyuan looked at Ye Ming, and then at Yan Yun, who had been injured by Gong Twelve in the night and could only maintain a prone position. Her expression changed from the frightened one just now to a bit overwhelmed.
She said blankly: "Yunniang is trying to create the illusion that the child in her hands is Suyin's daughter."
In a sense, she is actually trying to protect the true daughter of the goddess.
Although her method is really unsatisfactory.
In fact, Yun Lingyuan's confusion did not come entirely from knowing the truth about the spirit-stealing poison she had been poisoned with, but because she had always concealed it from everyone, especially from Ye Ming. Not only was she not the daughter of a goddess, she
Maybe she is not a clone of a saint, but a modern person who came from another world.
At this moment, Yun Lingyuan had an impulse to tell the truth that she was a modern person, but somehow had passed through this body.
She swallowed, mustered up her courage, and forced out a smile. She felt that the smile was inappropriate at the moment, so she lowered her head and said in a trembling voice: "...Ye Ming, actually, I, I am..."
Ye Ming stared at her for a moment and said, "Yuan'er, actually..."
I rarely mustered up the courage but was shocked by the baby's cry that suddenly stopped. For a moment, it seemed as if the world had gone silent.
They all looked into the Xuanguang mirror,
After Yan Yun instilled the spirit-stealing poison into the baby, the baby kicked its hands and feet with all its strength. The little child cried so loudly that it was earth-shattering. However, after a burst of redness in the face and ears, it died.
For a moment, everyone was stunned.
After thinking about it carefully, everyone understood it again.
The clone of the saint was formed from a strand of soul torn off by the saint. The baby's spiritual veins had spiritual power as soon as he was born. Yan Yun fed him the spirit-stealing poison, which immediately aroused the Dantian in the baby's belly, and suddenly attracted the spirit-stealing poison.
The poisonous hair and the icy cold air were biting to the bone. Even though it was transformed by the soul of the saint, it was still a little baby, so it could not bear it.
Yan Yun is a top pharmacist, so she must have controlled the dosage of medicine. However, even she was surprised and said:
"...Dead?"
Her original plan was to have the baby be poisoned with spirit-stealing poison, and then the baby would be stolen and killed during their escape, etc. No matter what the situation was, it was not like this.
After all, she ignored that the baby had spiritual powers and died of poison immediately.
At this time, the black coffin erupted into a burst of bright light again, and along with it, there was a loud cry of a baby.
Yan Yun was completely stunned.
Yun Lingyuan was also stunned.
Ye Ming said: "The embryonic realm senses the disappearance of the clone and gives birth to a new clone again."
Yun Lingyuan said in shock, "Then this is the third clone of the Saint. I wonder how many more clones this embryonic realm can produce."
Ye Ming thought to himself, he didn't know how many there were, but he was sure that all the extra clones had been killed by Zi Huo.
Yun Lingyuan blurted out: "Zi Hua?"
Yun Lingyuan naturally didn't know what Ye Ming was thinking. She called Zi Huo just because she saw Zi Huo in the Xuanguang Mirror.
When Ye Ming cast his gaze on the Xuanguang Mirror again, he saw Zihuo, dressed in white, rumble open the stone door and walk into the embryonic realm.
As Yan Yun was inside, her senses and spiritual consciousness would be stronger. She had taken one step earlier and hid behind the roots of the sacred tree.
Yun Lingyuan knew that Yan Yun's breath-condensing technique was so good that even Zi Huo, who was at the level of a great god, might not be able to detect it.
Zi Huo was surprised that there was no one inside. Sure enough, Zi Huo glanced around and found no one.
The highest level of Yan Yun's breath-containing technique can not only turn petrified into dead objects, but is also transparent. No wonder Zi Huo didn't see anyone.
Or perhaps, Zi Huo's attention was not allocated to other things at all. Except for the glance left and right when he first entered the door, Zi Huo's eyes were always staring at the black coffin.
The sound of a baby crying came from the black coffin...
Zi Huo walked over slowly.
The coffin-sized sky above the black coffin suddenly looked down at an incomparably handsome face. This baby was probably brought from the saint's vague memory, so he naturally had a good impression of this person, even though the baby was decorated with purple.
His crystal-like purple eyes were so cold that they almost gave him chills. Not only was she not frightened, but she immediately stopped crying.
Zi Huo stretched out his hand and picked up the baby. With one hand, he was holding a cat wrapped in a dark green robe to his chest.
Yun Lingyuan stiffened when she saw Zi Huo's expression.
Unexpectedly, Zi Huo looked at the baby, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Yun Lingyuan's heart skipped a beat and she murmured: "Zi Hua?"
She was praying for something in her heart, and suddenly, she seemed to remember that Zi Huo had such a look in her eyes when she met her for the first time.
Zi Huo held the baby up with one hand, and his spiritual power floated the baby high in the air...
Zi Huo said: "A clone? A clone." He seemed to sigh, and pain flashed in his eyes, the pain of deep disappointment.