Martial Soul: Be a Saint

"I didn't expect this devil to be the one that that brat was subdued. I really didn't expect it!" Feng Wuya looked at Mo Tian who was looking at him from inside the house and could not help but exclaim.    

    

The commotion stirred up memories of the past.    

    

"Indeed, I never thought that this devil would actually be able to reconstruct a body. Could it be that the ancient demons are this powerful?" Lei Aotian could not help but exclaim.    

    

"Rumor has it that as long as the soul body of the Ancient Devil is not destroyed, the soul body will not die. I originally thought that was an exaggeration, but it seems that it's true!" The usually cold and steady Gong Fan could not help but say this.    

    

"Hmph …" This demon has also come to the Dark Forest. I don't know where that brat's group went, but we have also been here for more than a hundred years! Could it be that they were eaten by magical beasts long ago? " At this time, Gong Fan opened his mouth and said something that caused everyone to feel disgusted.    

    

He was indeed worthy of being called a villain.    

    

Just as he was talking about the demons, he mentioned Wu Hao and the others.    

    

This was a form of holding a grudge, as if he couldn't wait for the other party to die.    

    

Just as he finished speaking, Yun Linger's face darkened.    

    

He turned around and glared at him fiercely.    

    

"If you don't speak, you will die?" She could not help but ask in a low voice.    

    

However, it was good that she didn't say anything.    

    

His words triggered the other party's despicable nature.    

    

"What, you've found the sore spot of your Yun Family's eldest miss?" Gong Fan immediately revealed a playful look.    

    

Seeing that the smell of gunpowder was not enough to cause a fog, Feng Wuya and Lei Aotian saw it and quickly spoke up to stop it.    

    

"Alright, the two of you, stop talking. We are facing a crisis right now! "If you don't have anything to say, then go back to the pot …"    

    

When the two of them said that, Hong Lin and Yun Linger's bodies trembled, and they turned to leave.    

    

When the two young masters saw this, they let out sighs of relief.    

    

Fortunately, the two of them didn't start a feud, otherwise …    

    

Under such a situation, it was absolutely a ruckus. The group of magical beasts were still looking down on them!    

    

Say more …    

    

Jun Yueting and Mo Tian looked at each other for a long time.    

    

In the end, it was Mo Tian who laughed involuntarily.    

    

"Sir, you must be here for the second seal!" Mo Tian said to him with a smile that was not a smile.    

    

The moment those words left his mouth, Jun Yueting's pupils suddenly shrank.    

    

He subconsciously looked at Mo Tian as he examined his.    

    

As for Mo Tian, he still had a smile that was not a smile, looked at him and leisurely said: "You don't have to wonder how nemesis guessed it! Because the protection of the seal is the duty of the nemesis! "    

    

He paused.    

    

He changed the subject and said, "However, there is something I need to tell you. You might regret it!"    

    

Jun Yueting stared at him in silence.    

    

But in his heart, he already had a faint premonition.    

    

Facing Jun Yueting's silence, Mo Tian laughed sinisterly: "I'm sorry to tell you this, this is only the magical beast territory, which is also the Dark Forest that you humans speak of, not the second seal."    

    

"The reason why I teleported you to this place in the ancient Eight Star Light Teleportation Formation of the Demon Sealing Platform, is because I wanted to use the beasts they raise to hunt you so that you will never be able to find any other seals!" Mo Tian revealed a truth.    

    

After hearing these words, Jun Yueting's heart immediately sank to the bottom.    

    

The truth of the matter was actually like this?    

    

This couldn't help but cause him to temporarily...    

    

He had lost his target.    

    

Speaking of which, they had been trapped here for more than a hundred years.    

    

How many more years could he wait?