Just thinking of this, everyone was surprised.

Isn't Yun Lang the apprentice of Yun Zun? The plan to kill the blood owl was also planned by him. Did this guy personally kill his uncle?

They had always believed that Mu Yun was definitely related to the former Yun Zun, and it was most likely that Mu Yun had inherited Yun Zun's legacy.

As for things like soul rebirth, they dare not even think about it.

Seeing this, everyone gradually understood why Mu Yun was so sure that Xuantian was Yunlang.

Mu Yun, who has received the inheritance of Yun Zun, must know what happened thousands of years ago, so he revealed all these things like a treasure trove.

"Mu Lang!"

"My name is Yun Lang!"

Looking at Mu Yun, Yun Lang said righteously: "The me now is the reborn me, and the Mu Lang before is two different people!"

Upon hearing this, Mu Yun had a trace of despair in his eyes.

"I don't care who you are, but today, you will definitely die!"

Yun Lang looked at Mu Yun with a bloodthirsty look in his eyes.

"Let me ask you one last question!"

Looking at Yun Lang, Mu Yun said again.

Only this time, he looked as slumped as an eggplant beaten by frost.

"Blood Owl, were you killed?"

Yun Lang stared at Mu Yun with a sneer on his face.

"That's right!"

Yun Lang nodded and said: "Don't he think my inner demon is evil? I will show him how evil I am. I can tell you that when he found out about me, I pretended to be very pitiful, but between him and Xuankongshan

When everyone was fighting, I killed him with one sword!"

"You don't know how miserable his death was. His flesh and blood were everywhere and he was reduced to dregs of flesh. His true soul was endlessly refined by me. He didn't believe it until his death that I was the one who killed him!"

"But the Blood Owl is worthy of being a Blood Lord. Even the people from the Thirty-Three Heavenly Sword Sect and the Nine-Yuan Immortal Sect were unable to suppress him. If it hadn't been for my sneak attack and fatal blow, he might not have died!"

"Shut up!"

Mu Yun shouted this sentence with almost all his strength, and Mu Yun's whole body began to tremble.

The way he looked at Yun Lang was like looking at a monster.

This is the disciple he carefully cultivated back then. When did his heart become like this?

"Shut up? Why should I shut up?"

Looking at Mu Yun, Yun Lang sneered: "Why, you are not even one-tenth of what you were before. Do you still think you can order me?"

"Since you are not dead, then I can kill you and take you, Yun Zun? In the future, there will only be Lang Zun and Yun Lang Zun in the three thousand small worlds!"

"You're dreaming!"

"Dreaming?" Yun Lang sneered: "Mu Yun, who can stop me now? You? Or Ye Qiu? Or the woman you love?"

As soon as Yun Lang said these words, he raised his hand and clocked the time. The sky and the earth turned pale, and the silent waves rose up behind Yun Lang.

"Today, I will flood your blood alliance and your Lost Soul Island!"

After the words fell, Yun Lang made a hand with his fingers, and the surging waves swept over ten thousand meters high. Standing on the top of the waves that were still stretching, Yun Lang looked at all this with a solemn smile in his eyes.

"Destroy?"

Looking up, Mu Yun had a hint of cold pride in his eyes.

"Yunlang, you think too highly of yourself!"

A deep voice sounded, Mu Yun slapped his hands directly on his chest, and two deep sounds sounded.

"Do you think that Master has been in the thousands of small worlds for thousands of years in vain?"
Chapter completed!