Emperor Sovereign Martial Soul

At this scene, Fat Li Shen Ji and young Shen Wu looked at each other, and saw astonishment in each other's eyes.    

Immediately afterwards, they began to calculate with their fingers, and a moment later, their expressions simultaneously changed.    

"The love between two lifetimes is difficult to settle. Crap …"    

"Hurry up and deduce a perfect plan, or else we'll all fall here …"    

The two of them reminded each other in such an urgent manner.    

The original Wu Hao, who was attacking Zhou Xuan for Wu Muxue, currently raised her head to look at the The Ancestor Martial Spirit who was laughing crazily on top of the tombstone, and frowned.    

"It's actually a divine tomb that's been chanting since the ancient times, how is this possible?" His expression quickly became sluggish. The memories were shared between two consciousnesses. The scenes from his previous life quickly affected his thoughts.    

Wu Muxue slowly regained her senses, looking at his expression, she followed his gaze to the deranged Wu Hao, and her entire body shook.    

"Hao Er?" When she saw the The Ancestor Martial Spirit clearly, she was immediately stunned.    

"Hao Er, why is he here? What happened to him? " Instantly, many thoughts flashed through her mind.    

It was unknown when, but as the archaic remnant souls gradually awakened from their ancient chants, those blood-colored remnant souls all knelt in the direction of the tombstone, revealing expressions of reverence as their soul shadows lightly trembled.    

Pfft!    

The anxious Fat Li Shen Ji and the young Divine Martial Arts spat out blood one after another, and their faces became even more pale.    

"Not good, there's no solution to this situation. Kill her before she wakes up!" Fat Li Shen Ji's face changed.    

"Master, quickly think of a way to kill that remnant soul. Otherwise, we'll all be in trouble. Her already eroded soul!" The young Shen Wu loudly warned Wu Hao, and he, who was in a daze, slowly came back to his senses.    

Hearing that, Wu Hao's entire body shook, he regained his senses, and immediately frowned.    

"Is he my son, Wu Hao?" Right at this time, Wu Muxue raised his head and looked at him, and asked.    

Wu Hao did not say anything, he stepped out into the air, and was about to follow closely behind, but was stopped by the Fat Li Shen Ji.    

"Miss Xiao Cui, let him go. He will settle this matter by himself, no outsider is allowed to interfere, otherwise there will be unpredictable consequences!" The Fat Li Shen Ji said to her.    

After Xiao Cui heard this, she looked at Wu Hao's retreating figure and became silent.    

"Young Master, did something happen to him? Why are there two Young Masters, could one of them be fake? " Xiao Cui was at a loss on what to do.    

Wu Muxue stared at Wu Hao's back figure and the wildly laughing The Ancestor Martial Spirit. In a split second, an illusion appeared in front of her eyes, and she felt that they could actually coincide together to become the same person.    

"How is this possible?" For a moment, Wu Muxue suspected that she had been mistaken.    

Very quickly, she followed Wu Hao out of curiosity and into the air.    

Behind him, the handsome Feng Xinzi, looked at Wu Muxue's back and knitted her brows.    

He was even a little suspicious of what he had heard, Wu Muxue actually had a son?    

How is that possible?    

When did she get married and he didn't know?    

"What is going on? What is this mess? What is that thirty thousand foot tombstone?"    

For a moment, the crowd and the demonic beasts all stared at the scene before them, their hearts filled with incomparable shock.